First Line Friday (week 209): The Price of Dreams

Posted September 4, 2020 by meezcarrie in Christian, contemporary, First Line Fridays, romance, Toni Shiloh / 19 Comments

Happy Friday! And welcome to First Line Friday, hosted by Hoarding Books!!! Since it’s Friday, it’s time to grab the book nearest to you and leave a comment with the first line. Today, I’m featuring the first line of The Price of Dreams by Toni Shiloh, currently on tour with JustRead Publicity Tours, LLC (the company I own with my book sisters).

and the first line is…

I exhaled and moved into a fouetté en tournant en dehors.


Gosh, I love this series!
If you haven’t checked out the Faith & Fortune books yet, you are really missing out!!

Ballet has always been my life, but one terrible moment may have destroyed everything I’ve worked so hard for—especially my title of Octavia Ricci, principal ballerina. I thought for sure my physical therapist, Dr. Noah Wright, could help me obtain my dream once more, but he wants more than I’m prepared to give.

I’ve seen firsthand the trials of interracial relationships. I’m a product of one myself and promised I’d never put my hopefully-someday kids through that drama. Everyone keeps telling me to let go of other people’s expectations, but I’m just not sure I can. Besides, if my dreams of returning to ballet are futile, what hope is there in seeking unconditional love?

The Price of Dreams is the third and final book in the Christian Chick Lit series: Faith & Fortune.

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19 responses to “First Line Friday (week 209): The Price of Dreams

  1. Gloria A

    “Are you sure you’ll be all right?” The English driver looked down the narrow, red-dirt road, then back up into Tillie’s eyes.
    An Amish Husband for Tillie by Amy Lillard

  2. Kay Garrett

    To whom does our island belong? I found myself wondering that as I sat on my scooter in the rain, late for my pricy-but-absolutely-necessary-for-a-person-who-eats-for-a-living personal trainer, attempting to cross a massive traffic jam on Eaton Street.
    THE KEY LIME CRIME by Lucy Burdette

  3. Becky Smith

    Happy Friday! I’m reading a book by Toni, also! My first line is from ” I’ll be Home” by Toni Shiloh:

    “Starr Lewis hated to return home a failure.”

  4. Toni Shiloh

    I’m starting A Handful of Hope by Elizabeth Maddrey today.
    “Jen Andrews turned her back to the mirror and craned her neck around.”

  5. Happy Friday! I love Toni’s stories!!💜💜

    My first lines come from The Summer House by Lauren K Denton……

    T he morning Worth left, something pulled Lily from her sleep, though at first glance nothing seemed out of place. The light coming through the bedroom window was soft and hazy. Above her the ceiling fan ticked and swayed, and outside a lone bird sang, trying to rouse its friends. Everything else was still and quiet.

    Have an awesome weekend and happy reading!📚💜

  6. Happy Friday! On my blog I’m sharing from a non-fiction text called Just Show Up by Kara Tippetts and Jill Lynn Buteyn. I’m just beginning chapter 3 so I’ll share a line from there.
    “Years ago, the pastor who baptized our daughter was diagnosed with ALS.”
    Hope you have a great weekend! 🙂❤📚

  7. Paula Shreckhise

    My first line is from The Haunting At Bonaventure Circus by Jaime Jo Wright:

    Life was not unlike the wisp of fog that curled around the base of a grave marker, softly caressing the marble before dissolving into the violet shadow of the night.

  8. Diana Hardt

    This comes from Early Dawn by Catherine Anderson. Weak, rain-drenched sunlight filtered through the lace curtains at the window of the Pacific Express passenger train, casting a dappled pattern on the white sheet of stationery that Eden Paxton clutched in her hand. As the luxury car chugged along the track to crest yet another steep grade on its way to Denver, she reread the words written on the paper for at least the tenth time in a week.

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