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May
21

Sunday Snippet: Firestorm by Nancy Holzner

Sunday Snippet: Firestorm by Nancy Holzner About the Book Firestorm Author:  Nancy Holzner Publisher:   Intermix Released:  May 16, 2017 Series:   Deadown #6 (final book) Genre:  Urban Fantasy Author contact links: WordPress, Facebook, Twitter Purchase links: Amazon, B&N REVIEW Snippet: My watering eyes squinted against the October wind as I peered over the railing at the dark water far below. It felt strange to stand on the upper deck of the Tobin Bridge, usually crammed with cars at all hours. The span was eerily empty now. Three nights ago, when the first motorist screeched to a halt, abandoned his car, and hurled himself over the railing, the Charlestown cops said, “Crazy way to end it all, but these things happen.” When the exact same thing happened the next night, they said, “Copycat.” After the third event, a pileup of six abandoned cars and eight jumpers, they closed the bridge and called me. I’m Boston’s only professional demon exterminator. So I was the only one who could get rid of the Siren infestation making the Mystic River live up to its name. It was a bad night to go Siren hunting. The wind screamed, its chill making my ears ache. I strained for any whisper of voice or lilt of melody, but no music rose from the water. Somewhere, three demons reclined on a floating island of sweet-smelling flowers, weaving complex vocal harmonies into melodies so lovely any human hearing their song was compelled to follow the sound. Lucky for me, I’m not human. This was not a good time to practice my swan dive. On the other hand, if I couldn’t hear the Sirens, I couldn’t locate them. And if I couldn’t locate them, I couldn’t kill them. “Can you hear anything?” I shouted over my shoulder, still scanning the water. “Not in this wind,” my aunt, Mab, replied. Even with her mouth at my ear, I could barely hear her words. “It was calm on the nights people jumped. Maybe we should come back when it’s quieter.” “Doing so would cost more lives, child.” Mab leaned far over the railing. “The authorities won’t keep the bridge shut indefinitely, and tomorrow you’ll leave town for three days.” True. For several months I’d been accompanying my boyfriend, Kane, on his werewolf retreats, which lasted for the three nights of each full moon. My aunt was right. We had to exterminate these demons tonight. Still leaning over the rail, Mab cupped a hand around her ear. “The Sirens are down there, and even now they’re singing....
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May
14

Sunday Snippet: Buy Me Love by Julie Tetel Andresen

Sunday Snippet: Buy Me Love by Julie Tetel Andresen  About the Book Buy Me Love    Author:  Julie Tetel Andresen Publisher:   Self-published Released:  May 11, 2017 Series:   Buy Me Love Shapeshifter #1 Genre:  Paranormal Romance/Crime/Mystery Author contact links:   Amazon, Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon Snippet: Susie didn’t much like Superintendent Theodore Biggins. Sure, he was still nice enough to have a look at, and he was well regarded in his job. But she thought his cocky attitude had probably worked better for him when he was younger and didn’t yet have his slight paunch. She didn’t care one way or the other about his face or his body or his career. Nor was she concerned about his love life, other than to be secretly pleased it wasn’t currently in luck. No, what bothered her about him just now was what he said to the Love of Her Life, Her Hero, Her All and that was: “You look a prat.” Her hero shrugged. “Cheers, sir, thanks. With respect, you know that’s the idea.” Superintendent Biggins ran his eyes once again over Detective Chief Inspector Moses Reilly, the most handsome man in the world, the kindest man in the world, and said, “Slump your shoulders.” He grunted then added, “I think we need a second opinion.” “This isn’t my first time out,” DCI Reilly said, unperturbed. “I’ve managed before without blowing my cover, and I’ll manage today.” Susie clutched her stack of folders closer to her breast, feeling her soft heart go even mushier. Her hero was always so calm in the face of whatever came his way. So even-tempered. So lovable. So – No, stop. She needed to keep her wits about her. She didn’t want to drop any mental stitches and lose the thread. Police work was always complicated, and this operation was particularly tricky. She wanted to make sure she kept up, so she could sound intelligent whenever DCI Reilly spoke to her about it. But it was hard to keep this complex pattern in place. Biggins said, “We’ve still so little to show.” Reilly replied, “We knew from the start we were in it for the long term.” Biggins opened his mouth, but Reilly held him off with an upraised hand. “Going on two years, I know, sir, and not one big fish.” “Only sprats.” “With mackerels to come.” Biggins ran his gaze again over Reilly. “I still think we need a second opinion.” He turned his head. His gaze brushed over Susie in a way...
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May
7

Sunday Snippet: The Captive Shifter by Veronica Scott

Sunday Snippet: The Captive Shifter by Veronica Scott  About the Book The Captive Shifter    Author:  Veronica Scott Publisher:   Self-published Released:  April 3, 2017 Series:   The Magic of Claddare#1 Genre:  Fantasy Romance Author contact links:   Blog, Facebook, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon Snippet: The princesses began a new chant, slowly dancing around the altar counterclockwise. Power sparked and flared, spewing purple and red starbursts in the air. The apprentices sang a capella, weaving a counterpoint to the song. Caitlyn mouthed the words, not giving them voice, certainly adding no magic. Hot anger suffused her entire body, watching Kyler used as a source of power for the purposes of others. Her heart hammered in her chest so hard she was amazed no one heard the pounding. Fists tightly clenched, she closed her eyes, launching a mental search for him in the dreamspace, almost without realizing she’d done it. The room, the smells and the overpowering chants faded from her consciousness. Silence. She was standing in a small forest clearing. Long tail thrashing side to side, an agitated leopard paced at the far side of the glade. The huge cat raised its head and yowled, then resumed patrolling the tree line. Apparently scenting her arrival, the leopard spun, hunkering close to the ground, snarling, the great green eyes locked on her. Caitlyn retreated one instinctive step as the cat stalked her, belly low to the ground. “Kyler,” she said barely above a whisper. The cat paused for a moment, ears twitching before creeping closer. Trying to master her fear, Caitlyn shut her eyes, despite the predator stalking her. I don’t need to be afraid of Kyler.  Having gotten her emotions under control, she opened her eyes to find the leopard crouched at her feet, gazing at her. She reached out with one shaking hand and the cat pushed to meet her fingers, positioning its head for her to rub. She scratched behind one black velvet ear and under the chin, rewarded by a rumbling purr. A storm raged in the forest and lightning flashed in the skies. Winds howled through the trees over her head but no breeze wafted through the clearing, no rain fell. The ground shook with a particularly loud blast of thunder. Ears flattened, the leopard snarled at the sky, prowling away from Caitlyn as if seeking escape, yet always circling to her side sooner or later. Finally, the beast flung itself on the mossy earth, panting. She knelt beside him, stroking the velvet ears. Caitlyn murmured comforting...
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Apr
30

Sunday Snippet: Promises to Keep by Genevieve Graham

Sunday Snippet: Promises to Keep by Genevieve Graham  About the Book Promises to Keep Author:  Genevieve Graham Publisher:   Simon & Schuster Canada Released:  April 2017 Genre:  Historical Fiction Author contact links:  www.GenevieveGraham.com https://www.facebook.com/GenevieveGrahamAuthor www.goodreads.com/author/show/4505583.Genevieve_Graham www.twitter.com/GenGrahamAuthor https://www.instagram.com/gengrahamauthor/ http://pinterest.com/GenevieveAuthor/ Purchase links:  Amazon Snippet: *dream scene* I roll onto my side, expecting to see the sleeping profile of my little sister. She is not there. I rise to look for Claire, who I expect is already awake and stepping into her skirt. She isn’t there either. In the next instant I am in our garden, breathing in morning fog as it seeps between lush rows of lettuce and beets, soaring vines of peas and beans. I pluck a twig of lavender from the small herb garden next to the door. I am asleep, yet I know how the lavender smells, how it will reach like caring fingers into my senses and soothe any worries which might have festered within me. I have had this dream before, I think. Beyond the budding fields stretch the salt marshes and the long walls of dikes, holding back the sea. Livestock dots the green, scattering in mindless ebbs and flows at the command of a gleeful dog. Over a hundred houses and a hundred barns stand around me, each with an identical garden, each sharing my glorious view. Pale smoke rises in soft white plumes from every stone chimney. I know every brother, sister, mother, and father within those walls. We have worked side by side for generations, cultivating this paradise. Together we have played and cried, laughed and died. We are a family. But in this dream I see no one. I stand alone. The voices are silent; the helping hands are nowhere to be seen. Perhaps I have not had this dream after all. I gaze past our world toward the sea, shading my eyes against the brilliant blue. As a child I waded in the warm waters and reeds of the Gaspereau, squeezing delicious red mud through my toes, sinking with pleasure as the ripples touched my arms, then my waist. Sometimes I dropped my head beneath the surface, losing myself in the push and pull of the currents. It was bliss. It was escape. It was lovely But the dream shows me a different sea, one in which I no longer see freedom. It rolls in a frothing black anger, its fury far more powerful than our dikes. I watch helplessly as the water crashes over the fields and climbs higher, flooding the...
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Apr
23

Sunday Snippet: The Spider’s Web by Sophia Beaumont

Sunday Snippet: The Spider’s Web by Sophia Beaumont  About the Book The Spider’s Web    Author:  Sophia Beaumont Publisher:   Self-published Re-Released:  January 24, 2017 Series:  Evie Cappelli #1 Genre:  Urban Fantasy Author contact links:   Amazon, Blog, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon, Goodreads Snippet: In all honesty, my Aunt Izzy didn’t have any more clue what to do with me than my parents, but she was at least willing to try. She always offered an ear, but was willing to give me space when I needed it, which was almost always. That night, Izzy went out to celebrate a friend’s birthday. She said she’d be back by ten. I told her not to worry. I had my knitting and the first five chapters of her new manuscript to test-read. Once my ass hit the couch, I wasn’t planning on moving it for anything. With a pint of moose tracks ice cream, a pair of socks, and the printout, I flopped down on her blue leather sofa and prepared for an indulgent evening alone. Well, except for Micha. But I let him have the remote and Izzy’s chair, and there was a Firefly marathon on, so he was happy with his space cowboys. Or I thought he was. “Please stop staring at me.” “Sorry.” He turned back to the television. I scrawled an “s” on the page, since I was pretty sure that even in Izzy’s fantasy world pies weren’t hung for their crimes. “You’re staring again.” “Sorry. I can’t help it.” “What are you, some kind of supernatural stalker?” He’d barely been out of sight for longer than it took me to go to the bathroom since I’d woken up in the hospital. The look he gave me was less than kind. “I’m your guardian spirit. It’s my job to watch over you.” “All the time?” “Yes.” “Can’t you do something else?” “Not really. I’ve got a range, but… You know, you weren’t so bothered by it when you first started seeing me.” “That’s because I was ignoring you because I thought I was crazy and I was more concerned with an impending mental breakdown.” “You still think you’re crazy.” “Yes, but I’m starting to make peace with it.” “Which, in a way, means you’re not crazy. Probably.” “You’re not very helpful.” “I’m very helpful. You just don’t appreciate my many talents.” “Like what, channel surfing?” Micha gave a sniff of mock offense. “Just because you don’t appreciate Joss Whedon doesn’t mean the rest of us are lacking taste.” “Really. And...
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Apr
16

Sunday Snippets: Celebrating Easter 2017

Sunday Snippets: Celebrating Easter 2017 Spring has Sprung! Una here and for a special Easter edition of Sunday Snippets, I’ve gathered some fun Spring inspired quotes.  Please feel free to join in the celebration with your favorite way to get into the spirit of Spring whether from written word, songs or movies.  From all of us here at That’s What I’m Talking About, we wish you a very wonderful Spring season full of friends and family; love, laughter and joy! In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four and twenty hours. ~ Mark Twain   The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it. “What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?” “Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.” “Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit. “Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.” “Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?” “It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because...
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Apr
9

Sunday Snippet + Giveaway: Meant For You by Michelle Major

Sunday Snippet + Giveaway: Meant For You by Michelle Major  About the Book Meant for You    Author:  Michelle Major Publisher:   Montlake Romance Released:  March 28, 2017 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon Snippet: I could help.” “Because we’re such good friends?” “Because what I want from you is more than one night.” Oh, God. Her knees threatened to give way and she pressed harder into the counter so she wouldn’t melt to the floor. The intensity in his dark eyes shook her to her core. “I need to be in West Virginia for a week.” Jenny blinked. Wait. What? Did he just call her a virgin? West Virginia. He’d mentioned West Virginia. Payback for acting the part of her fake fiancé at the reunion. “It’s more than you asked of me, and I’d like to pay you.” “Like I’m a hooker?” she blurted. “No,” he answered immediately. “There would be no . . . expectations. But thanks to the wonders of social media, my family now assumes I’ll have a fiancée accompanying me to the wedding.” “You could find a willing date.” “I want you.” Those three words were like a blade across her heart. “Why?” she asked. “I need whoever is with me to understand that the relationship is completely fake.” “Are you afraid another woman might want to keep the ring for real?” “There are benefits to marrying a man like me.” Jenny could think of a few. The way he kissed, how patient he was with her son . . . “My bank account to be precise,” he said casually. “There’s more to you than your money.” He didn’t answer but the way he studied her made her mouth go dry. “I can’t go with you, Owen.” “I’ll pay you twenty grand for the week.” “Are you effing crazy?” The words were out of her mouth before she even realized she’d spoken. She moved to the table, gripping the back of a chair. “Take that back. You don’t mean it.” “I do,” he said. “If the money feels too crass, keep the ring at the end of the week. It should fetch even more at any jeweler’s.” “You told me the ring was on loan.” “It was for that night. Now I own it.” “I won’t take your money and—” “She’ll settle for the ring.” Jenny whirled at the sound of Cooper’s voice. Her son stood in the doorway, fists clenched at his sides, staring at Owen. “Cooper, you aren’t part of this conversation,” she said,...
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Apr
2

Sunday Snippet: Cooking with Kandy by Peggy Jaegar

Sunday Snippet: Cooking with Kandy by Peggy Jaegar  About the Book Cooking with Kandy   Author:  Peggy Jaegar Publisher:   Kensington/Lyrical Shine Released:  April 4, 2017 Genre:  Contemporary Romance / Suspense elements Author contact links:   Tweet Me, Read Me, Visit Me, Picture Me, Pin Me, Friend Me, Google+Me, Triberr Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes and Noble Snippet: “I’m starving.” Kandy tossed her keys on the foyer table and toed off her shoes when they got back to her apartment. “You hungry?” “I could eat.” He followed her into the kitchen. “Is an omelet okay?” she asked, reaching into the refrigerator. “Kandy, I think you could make shoe leather okay.” Tired amusement flickered in her eyes. “An omelet is fine,” he told her, taking off his jacket and laying it across the back of a chair. “Can I do anything?” “No. Just sit.” Kandy set about making the omelets without a word between them. She chopped scallions and grated cheese as the eggs set in the pan. There was something almost mesmerizing and hypnotic about the way she prepared a simple meal. All her movements were as precise and coordinated as the most arduous and exacting ballet choreography. When she tossed the ingredients into the pan then swirled them up in the air, flipping and mixing them together, an unconscious sense of accomplishment and pride crossed her face. She poured them each orange juice in cut-crystal glasses, and set the filled plates before them. Sitting across from each other at the breakfast bar, Josh’s stomach muscles contracted when her eyes rolled and her lips curled in delight at her first taste. “You know.” He swiped his mouth with the linen napkin she’d given him. “I think I finally get it about cooking. About the way you cook, anyway.” “What do you mean?” she asked, forking in another bite. “Watching you put together a full meal or just cook something simple like this, you get an incredible rush from it, don’t you? From the prep to the actual cooking to the eating. It calms you. Consoles you. Makes you feel better no matter what kind of a day you’ve had.” Kandy lowered her fork to her plate, all the while staring at him. “It also,” he added, “lets you be in total in control. The way the food comes out is dependent on you, on how you prepare it, cook it, and serve it. You’re in absolute control from beginning to end. Comfort and control.” He took a sip of orange juice...
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Mar
26

Sunday Snippet: More Than a Slave by Anaelle Gadeyne

Sunday Snippet: More Than a Slave by Anaelle Gadeyne  About the Book More Than a Slave    Author:  Anaelle Gadeyne Publisher:   Inkitt Released:  March 8, 2017 Genre:  Historical Romance Author contact links:   Facebook Purchase links:  Amazon Snippet: Aria looked as he slowly turned around and looked at her with what seemed to be shock on his face. Then she realized she had called him ‘Alexander.’ “I am so sorry. I meant Lord Alexander,” she quickly said. But he had a huge smile on his face now. Alexander smiled because she thought she couldn’t call him Alexander. Of course, slaves actually couldn’t, but now that she had said it once he wanted her to say it all the time. He also smiled at what she had said. He smiled at her stubbornness. “It’s all right. Wait, I will help you,” he assured, approaching the tree once more. Aria shook her head. “No, I said I did not want you to be my charming knight.” “So, why did you ask me to wait and told me you were stuck?” Alexander asked, amused. “Because I am stuck And I need help,” she explained. Alexander laughed at her stubbornness. This woman would be the death of him. “Are you making fun of me?” She asked frowning and serious, a little offended that he was laughing at her. “No, no, I am not,” he said, still laughing. “Then stop laughing. It is not funny,” she stated before adding, “Just come up here and help me, please.” Alexander stopped laughing but still had a smile on his face. It seemed so easy to smile around her. He usually wasn’t a man who wore a smile often. “I thought you did not want me to be your charming knight,” he grinned, still amused. “Ugh! Just help me, all right?” She said, sighing. Alexander didn’t lose his smile as he climbed in the tree easily and reached her. He didn’t say anything and bent down to grab her ankle so he could free her. He had her tiny ankle in his hand and he looked up at her to see that she was looking at him. He quickly noticed the blush that reached her cheeks and looked back at her ankle smirking as he noticed the goosebumps she had there. Aria looked as Alexander took her ankle in his strong and manly hand. It made her shiver. She had goosebumps all over her arms and her legs and her heart skipped a beat. She felt heat reaching...
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Mar
19

Sunday Snippet: Wild Card Undercover by Kari Lemor

Sunday Snippet: Wild Card Undercover by Kari Lemor  About the Book Wild Card Undercover    Author:  Kari Lemor Publisher:   Kensington Released:  March 2017 Series:   Love on the Line #1 Genre:  Military Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Pinterest, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Here Snippet: “Does that man never have a day off?” Margaret Kathleen O’Hara grumbled, grabbing her tote bag and sarong to move surreptitiously along the chairs by the pool. If the hotel manager saw her here again she’d be toast. He’d more than toss her out. Threats to call the police had been thrown at her for months now. Although in her case, that might be a better deal. With her eyes trained on his location and the Miami sun beating down on her exposed skin, Meg backed along the water’s edge attempting to leave the area before he spotted her. She needed to shower the chlorine out of her tangled hair and change for work soon. He looked in her direction and she rushed behind the closest object. It was six-foot-plus of blond-haired gorgeousness. The man’s eyes were glued to something on the upper deck. Her boss was sitting there with one of his expensive bimbos. Did Blondie like that type? Maybe he wouldn’t notice her little game of . She leaned around him, ducking back when she saw the Pool Nazi still present. Getting caught was not an option. She already owed more than she could ever repay. “Are you okay?” Forest green eyes stared down at her, puzzled. Would he buy that she was simply looking for shade? He was big enough to provide it. With strong hands, he reached for her shoulders and Meg reflexively batted them away. She got enough of people groping her at work. Scorching curses froze before erupting from her mouth as the hotel manager moved, staring in their direction. Her mind kicked into overdrive, scrambling for a way to hide in plain sight. “Sorry,” she squeaked. Grabbing the man’s head, she planted her mouth solidly on his. Short, thick strands of hair tickled her fingers. Firm lips yielded no resistance to the increased pressure of her mouth. Better make this look good. An electric current skittered over her skin causing her heart to race. Maybe too good? Slowly he pulled her closer with his muscular arms. Her eyes flew open and she broke the connection. His hair-covered chest was too close for comfort. And much too tempting. Distance, she needed distance. Her eyes darted around, seeing no...
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