Introducing books through the first chapter or so...
Red Forrest lowered himself painfully into his desk chair, which was as hard, used and creaky as he was. The dark brown leather was cracked and worn, the brass nails, missing in places. when he found the chair in the alley, he thought it had a certain masculine appeal, like something a hotshot lawyer might own. But it hadn't take long for the thing to seem as shoddy as the rest of his office.
-- Garden of Stones by Sophie Littlefield
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