Thursday Book Teaser #3

Thursday Book Teaser is a Carole-version of all the other book teaser memes out there. Every Thursday, I'll share a little tease of a book I'm currently reading. I'll randomly pick a page or I'll give some random number and flip to that page. I'll just share a few sentences to try and tease you. Anyone can join in! Just remember...no spoilers! FYI, I still don't have a meme cover for this, so...yeah. haha.

Well, I know I already posted the review for News on the Home Front yesterday, but I wanted to share the excerpt the author gave me and the other STARS over at Charisma Media Network. This week is just random week, so feel free to share a random passage. ^.^

" Her hand rested gently on the fine linen table cloth; her gaze took in the rich tones of the hand-worked wood of the ornately carved buffet, dining table and chairs. As she glanced around the room she saw, interrupted only by the French doors, the dense pine forest outside the window behind the buffet. Two fragile birds rested in the comparative safety of the ledge as the winter storm raged. She smiled. The sound of the strong wind reached her ears over the din of the assembled dinner guests.

Merriment as guests enjoyed the food, their conversation rich and involved; pointedly devoid of any reference to the war -- even though friends and family were overseas, huddled in cramped trenches, fighting for the glory and honor of the country, eating their Christmas dinners from tin cans. Tonight was a night to celebrate. She was lucky, there was no denying that; but there was no reason to regret it. Each in his own way, her guests contributed invaluably to the war effort. She was surrounded by the sons and daughters of some of the wealthiest and most influential families along the eastern seaboard. They were the driving force behind the United State's success in Europe. But, for tonight, all thoughts of the war were banished.

Her hand moved gracefully to her glass, lifting it toward her lips. Her gaze dropped as the glass made contact with her full mouth; the richly decorated fingers on her hand flashed nails the same deep red of her lips. She drank in the rich wine, letting it trickle down her throat, her gaze lifting again, searching those assembled at her table. Her eyes fixed on Philip. She inhaled deeply, her breath solid like stones in her lungs. She released it slowly, not wanting anything to disturb the moment. There he sat, dapper in his black tie and black dinner jacket. His pure blue eyes flashed as he talked animatedly with the woman next to him. Her father was the biggest munitions dealer in America, supplying guns and bullets for the boys overseas. The dim light from the candles on the table etched his strong facial features. She caught herself staring. Her glass lowered gently to the table, the sweet liquid still lingering on her lips. Her hand raised again and adjusted the yellow ribbon wrapped snuggly against the pure white skin of her neck. Her hand lowered to the gold chain attached to the ribbon and the twocarat diamond which glittered like a raging fire in the candle's light. Her fingers rested on the gem, rocking it back and forth against her neck."