Today, I want to talk about beginnings. This is my beginning here at the MSA blog and it’s nice to be here. However, that’s not the beginning I want to discuss. I want to talk about the beginning of a book.
Everyone talks about the hook! You have to draw the reader in by the first paragraph, first page or first chapter. The length varies but concept is the same. If you don’t hook the reader quickly, they’ll throw the book to the side.
I love to read but I have no set in stone ‘hook rule’. I admit some books grab me immediately while others take time and some never quite have me hooked. However, in all my years of reading and there are many, I’ve rarely set a book aside without finishing it.
How about you?
Do you have to have the immediate hook?
Below are a couple of beginnings from my books. Tell me what you think.
Be advised! Excerpts are rated R!
They Both Belong To ME
“That infernal buzzing is driving me insane. Doesn’t she know we can fuck her better than any simulation device?” Johann Zcar cursed. He’d just passed Commander Jill Mahall’s quarters. The scent of her arousal and the sound of her vibrating wand had him near eruption.
“Come here. You have to read this,” Talon Yild beckoned him in an amused voice. “I happened to have a duplichip in the main frame today while Jill conferred with Ali from Space Command. You’re not going to believe what it recorded.”
Johann’s eyes quickly scanned the document. “Fuck.”
“That’s right. When we dock on North Star in two days our Commander intends to have two pleasure droids fuck her brains out.” Talon spun his chair sideways. A cocky grin stretched his lips.
“Jesus.” Johann almost exploded at the thought of Jill with two droids.
“Look at this. Her order form to Heavenly Droids.” Talon’s fingers worked the board and an order appeared with an attachment.
“Our digital images. She wants her droids to look like us. It appears Jill is hot to have our cocks plugging her,” Talon replied smugly.
Undercover Pleasure Droid
“Mav, I found your way in,” Rebecca said with just a little too much glee for his comfort.
First Commander Maverick Spencer rolled his chair across the tiled floor. His eyes zeroed in on Rebecca’s vid screed as it flashed an advertisement for a robotic sex site. “No thanks, Rebecca. I don’t need to buy sex. But there might be something there for you.”
“Nope. But that Marston babe you downloaded into your cyber sex unit just placed an order.”
“For what? I downloaded her file for research. She’s a target in our investigation.”
“Yep, but you added her picture to your cyber sex unit. You can’t hide anything from a techno wiz.” Laughter gleamed in Rebecca’s eyes. “Anyway, she ordered a pleasure droid, a hi-tech robotic sex machine—and wait until you hear the description. She might have been describing you. Well, that is, if you have at least 10 inches in those pants.” Rebecca raised her brows suggestively.
“I think I can cover that,” Mav grumbled, his eyes scanning the banner ad.
“Excuse me.” Rebecca waved her hand in his direction. “I need to open this drawer.”
Mav rolled backward to allow her to rummage through his stash of odds and ends.
“What are you looking for?”
“A tape measure. I had better verify the length. We wouldn’t want to disappoint her.”
“If you think I’m whipping it out for you—think again. I never disappoint.” He scooted closer reading the digital data. “I’m still not sure how this pleasure droid info is going to help us.”
“I intercepted the order. The droid she wants is top of the line. An A.L.B., an artificial life bot, verbally programmable, complete with simulated skin, and…ugh…life-like body fluids.”
Mav leaned closer. “You’re not suggesting that I—” He blinked rapidly to clear the mental picture that filled his mind.
“That you take the place of the droid. Of course, just think of the undercover work.” Rebecca waggled her eyebrows.
End of excerpts!
I hoped you enjoyed my beginning here at MSA.