Book Beginnings, First Line Friday, & Friday 56: The Faux Must Go On (The Worst Detective Ever Book 13) by Christy Barritt

Book Beginnings is a weekly meme hosted by Rose City Reader that asks you to share the first sentence (or so) of the book you're reading. I'm also linking up with Carrie at Reading is My Superpower for First Line Friday. Friday 56 asks you to grab a book (any book), turn to page 56 or 56% in your ereader and share a non-spoilery sentence or two. It was started by Freda at Freda's Voice, but Anne over at My Head is Full of Books has taken over for the time being.

This week I'm featuring The Faux Must Go On (The Worst Detective Ever Book 13) by Christy Barritt. This is my favorite series by Barritt, so I was excited to see a new addition! It's exceeding all expectations! 

About the Book

Sometimes the hardest role to play is yourself.

When actress Joey Darling agrees to help an old friend infiltrate a self-help retreat with high-profile participants, she expects the usual Hollywood nonsense: overpriced seminars, questionable life coaches, heavy doses of mumbo jumbo, and maybe some dodgy juice cleanses. What she doesn't expect is to find herself trapped at a beachfront mansion surviving on meals so small they take a magnifying glass to find, watching identities go up in flames, and enduring brutal trust exercises better designed for Navy SEALs.

As those who dare to resist start disappearing, Joey wonders if the only thing being transformed at this retreat is participants’ life expectancy—and possibly their bank accounts. To survive, Joey must channel her inner TV detective. But with no scriptwriter to save the day, no phone, no car keys, and no decent coffee in sight, can she improvise and solve the case before the final curtain falls?

Book Beginnings / First Line Friday

"Did you say you need my help?" I gripped my phone as my lips curled into a smile.

Those were music to my ears. I could never resist a legit excuse to be nosy - I mean, to help someone in need.

Friday 56

Back in our room, Audrey and I sat on our respective beds. I was still dripping wet and traumatized. The seafoam-green walls and ocean view seemed to mock the horror we'd just witnessed.

What have you been reading lately?