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May
20

Sunday Snippets: Venom in the Veins by Jennifer Estep

Sunday Snippets: Venom in the Veins by Jennifer Estep  About the Book Venom in The Veins Author:  Jennifer Estep Publisher:   Self-published Release Date:  June 12, 2018 Series:  Elemental Assassin #17 Genre:  Urban Fantasy Purchase links: Amazon Kindle: https://amzn.to/2vR5Xss  Barnes & Noble ebook: https://tinyurl.com/y93uzs4r Google Play: https://tinyurl.com/ycgyxkcq iBooks: https://tinyurl.com/y8ybw9su Kobo: https://tinyurl.com/ybqw5gsy Smashwords: https://tinyurl.com/y7s5o4lu Snippet: “Tonight is going to be awesome.” I looked over at Finnegan Lane, my foster brother. “Really? Why is that?” He grinned. “Because we’re eating at the most expensive restaurant in Ashland, and I’m not paying for it.” I rolled my eyes. “Only you would judge the quality of a meal by how much it impacts your wallet.” Finn’s grin widened. “What can I say? I’m a total food connoisseur that way.” In keeping with his so-called connoisseur status, he grabbed a roll out of the bread basket in the center of a table, slathered it with honey butter, and shoved the whole thing into his mouth. Finn sighed with happiness as he chewed and swallowed. Then he grabbed another roll and slathered even more butter onto it than he had on the first one. He was probably wishing the butter was melted so he could dunk his entire roll into it. Being a fine Southern gentleman, Finnegan Lane considered butter a dipping sauce, rather than a mere garnish, and he felt the exact same way about ranch dressing, honey mustard, sour cream, and even mayonnaise on occasion. And I agreed with his assessment one hundred percent, being a fine Southern lady myself. We were dining at Underwood’s, the city’s most expensive and highfalutin restaurant, the sort of fancy, froufrou place that frowned on treating butter and other common condiments as dipping sauces. Their loss. Pristine white linens covered our table, along with gleaming crystal wineglasses, polished silverware, and the sterling-silver bread basket that Finn was rapidly emptying. Everything from the linens to the glasses to the butter knives was either patterned, etched, or stamped with a small fork, the restaurant’s rune and a symbol for all the good food it served. Our table was situated in the back corner, right next to the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered sweeping views of the Ashland skyline. Down below, the lights burned bright and steady in the surrounding shops and restaurants, inviting people to step inside and get out of the cold, snowy evening. The combined glow of the lights stretched across the Aneirin River, making the water shimmer like a silver ribbon as it curled through the downtown area. In the...
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May
13

Sunday Snippet: Harbinger by Emily Meredith

Sunday Snippet: Harbinger by Emily Meredith  About the Book Harbinger Author:  Emily Meredith Publisher:   Self-published Released:  March 13, 2018 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Purchase links:  Amazon Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/37515866 Snippet: Aamon narrowed his eyes on Annabel as she let out a deep sigh and stared at the paper still threaded through the typewriter. She sat cross-legged in front of it, absently chewing on her bottom lip as her gaze bore a hole through the words. She was hopeless. Beyond hopeless, in fact. She was a liability. That a**hole had left over twenty minutes ago. Twenty minutes and she still had yet to get up, walk across the room, and lock the door behind him. Instead, she sat there in her own world, examining every corner of that goddamn piece of paper while anyone could just waltz in. Had she completely forgotten that she was followed home only a few nights before? Or that the Katechon were keeping tabs on her? Sh*t, they were probably just one of dozens of groups after her at this very moment. And then there were always the one-off nutjobs who wanted to take the fate of the world into their own hands; she only needed one of them on her trail for her to wind up dead. And here she sat, with the f*cking door unlocked.
He paced in front of her. How the hell was he supposed to watch over her when she seemed hell-bent on putting her life in jeopardy every five minutes? Easily. Because you’re not watching over her. He stopped as the thought landed squarely in his mind and stayed there, seeping into every corner. It was the truth, after all. He was her tormentor. Her curse. If anything, he should have been reveling in the peril, finding satisfaction in her complete lack of common sense. Instead, the anxiety grew ever more present, as did his watchful eye. A line had been crossed. You’re losing your edge. She sighed and the curls that had fallen in front of her face danced along her cheeks. He was distracted by it, by all of it, and the realization infuriated him. He was better than this. He was better than her. It was time to bring order to this house. He stared at the front door and concentrated. It suddenly swung open then slammed shut, rattling the picture frames on the walls. The sound echoed through the house and reverberated in the living room. He turned and saw her eyes, wide and alert,...
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May
6

Sunday Snippet: A Fistful of Frost by Rebecca Chastain

Sunday Snippet: A Fistful of Frost by Rebecca Chastain  About the Book A Fistful of Frost Author:  Rebecca Chastain Publisher:   Mind Your Muse Books Released:  May 8, 2018 Series:   Madison Fox #3 Genre:  Urban Fantasy Author contact links:  BookBub, Facebook, Goodreads, Instagram, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon Snippet: Inspector Pamela Hennessey leaned close, shouting to be heard above the enthusiastic marching band pounding its way across the football field. “Remember what I said, Madison: Show me you’re in control of the pooka. Take charge. You’re not helping Jamie by being soft.” Avoiding her eyes, I nodded, keenly aware of Jamie standing less than three feet from us. With luck, he hadn’t heard her over the bleating trumpets. We stood against a retaining wall on the outer rim of the track wrapping Oakmont High’s football field. A flailing, cheering quilt of bundled and blanketed people packed the bleachers, and a steady string of teenagers and their parents filed past on their way to and from the concession stand amidst waves of popcorn and hot dog fumes. Normally Jamie would have been at my elbow, begging for a bowl of nachos, and I would have indulged him, but not with the inspector present. I’d met her less than an hour ago, and I’d already lost track of how many times I’d made a fool of myself in front of her. From here on out, I needed to be a shining example of a perfect pooka-bonded enforcer if I stood a chance of saving face—and saving my region. Jamie edged closer, his shoulders hunched in a dejected curl, his dichotomous soul churning in agitated waves of black atrum and white lux lucis. I strangled the impulse to comfort him. Like Pamela said, I needed to be firm. Authoritative. Even if it was my fault Jamie looked lost. I flexed frozen fingers, encouraging blood and heat back into the digits. A freak cold snap had struck Roseville, California, plummeting the temperature below freezing, and local meteorologists threatened we’d see snow before morning. The novel phenomenon would have been a lot easier to appreciate if I were holed up inside my apartment like a normal person. Normal, however, had hopscotched right over me when I’d been born with the ability to use my soul as a weapon. A dark shape zipped overhead, and I ducked, my free hand spasming around the clunky necklace resting on my chest. My jerky reaction drew stares, but I pretended not to notice. Quick reflexes could make the difference between living and dying in...
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Apr
29

Sunday Snippet: Bound To by Sionna Fox

Sunday Snippet: Bound To by Sionna Fox  About the Book Bound To   Author:  Sionna Fox Publisher:   Self-published Released:  April 24, 2018 Series:   Bondage in Boston #1 Genre:  Contemporary, BDSM, m/f Author contact links:   Facebook, Instagram, Newsletter, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon, B&N, iBooks, Kobo REVIEW Snippet: Friday night, we were camped at a table in a semi-crowded bar waiting for Matt, who was running late, my stomach doing backflips while I willed my brain to empty of the mental images of him naked that I’d been entertaining for the better part of six weeks. I’d barely met him, knew nothing about him. But the way he’d looked at me that night, like he was studying me, like he could systematically pull me apart then put me back together again, did something to my insides. I wanted him to take me apart. Maybe he could put me back together into something new. He strode in on his long legs, wearing fitted, dark jeans and a somewhat worse-for-the-wear, olive-green waxed canvas jacket. The thick strap of the messenger bag slung over his shoulders emphasized the breadth of him. His hair was mussed, like he’d been running his hands through it—or like someone else had been tugging on it. I nearly choked as my deeply unhelpful psyche reminded me of all the times I’d dreamed of being the one doing the tugging. With his face between my legs. F**********ck. Stop it. Stop it right the f*ck now. I’ll spend my first paycheck on a vibrator if this will just stop. Why, yes, I was making desperate bargains with my vagina. Because that makes sense. I didn’t have time to hide under the table or make for an exit before he spotted us and started over, but I thought about it. Hard. As he got closer, I wondered how long I had to stay before I excused myself to go climb out the bathroom window. Our eyes met. My brain screeched to a total halt. He gave me a satisfied, predatory smirk, holding my gaze like a challenge, and he wanted to win this time. The gears of my brain whirred back to life, and I looked away first as he got to the table. Izzy stood to give him a hug. “Good to see you.” “I’m glad we could tear you away from work,” Izzy teased. He let go, set down his bag, and shrugged out of his jacket, revealing a plain black T-shirt stretched over his lean, muscled frame. “I’ll go get a drink. Do...
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Apr
22

Sunday Snippet: Asleep from Day by Margarita Montimore

Sunday Snippet: Asleep from Day by Margarita Montimore About the Book Asleep From Day Author:  Margarita Montimore Publisher:   Black Wing Books Released:  January 10, 2018 Genre:  Literary Fiction with elements of psychological suspense, romance and mystery Author contact links:   Facebook, Instagram, Newsletter, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, B&N, Google Play, iBooks, Indigo, Kobo  Snippet: I’m sitting in the dark. There’s murmuring around me.  A male voice behind me whispers in my ear, “Don’t make any noise, don’t stand up, and don’t turn around.” “Are you going to hurt me?” I ask. “No, the opposite.” “Then why can’t I look at you?” “Because you need to see this first. Here, have some.”  Something is placed in my lap. I feel around the sides: a cardboard container with rounded edges, open at the top. Its contents have the consistency of packing peanuts. I bring a handful to my nose: popcorn. His warm breath is against my ear. “I had them put M&Ms in the middle and on top. That’s the way you like it, right?” “How do you know that?” My question is ignored. “The movie’s about to start. I’ll stay behind you, but you can’t turn around. And again, you cannot make any noise or stand up.” “Or else…?” I whisper.  “Or else you’ll never remember.” A dim light illuminates my surroundings. I’m in a movie theater screening room, ten rows back, by the aisle. A handful of other seats are taken, but I can only make out dark silhouettes of their occupants.  Red velour curtains part to reveal a screen. A black-and-white film leader counts down from five, then the image switches to a rainy street. No opening credits, no music, only the booming clatter of thunder and rush of heavy rain. The camera zooms in on the back of a girl, blurry through the downpour. She walks down a residential street flanked with sand-colored apartment buildings and small houses with cemented front yards.   While I watch, there is hot breathing in my ear, followed by a nibble on my earlobe and a tongue tracing patterns along its curved edge. I squirm in pleasure, lick salt and chocolate off my fingers. On screen, the rain intensifies and stains the pale buildings. The girl quickens her pace, her long hair drenched a muddy brown. There’s a large puddle of water at the next crossing. She tries to hop it, but ends up shin-deep in water.  Staccato violins play over the images, dictate dread and impending doom.  “What are...
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Apr
15

Sunday Snippet: On the Line by Liz Lincoln

Sunday Snippet: On the Line by Liz Lincoln  About the Book On the Line    Author:  Liz Lincoln Publisher:   Ballantine/Loveswept Released:  April 17, 2018 Series:   Milwaukee Dragons #1 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Snippet: She took several long, slow breaths with her eyes closed, trying to ground herself and remember all the reasons she couldn’t throw herself at Seth and kiss him right that instant. When she finally got her pulse back in the vicinity of normal, she opened her eyes, scanning the lot for a trash can. She didn’t want her mostly empty cup to drip in Seth’s car. She spotted one near the building and pushed off the hood to walk away. “I’m going to—” The rest of the words died on her tongue when Seth’s hand wrapped around her upper arm and turned her back toward him. She looked up, taking in the six feet four inches—yeah, she’d looked up his stats—of broad, delicious man filling her vision. She didn’t breathe as she watched him rake his gaze over her. The hunger she felt in it made her nipples harden to the point of visibility, but she was too turned on to care. As if he didn’t already know what he did to her. Huffing out a breath, he took the step into her space. Another step forward and her back pressed against the SUV’s hood, his hand slid into her hair, and his lips descended on hers. It all happened so fast, she didn’t have a chance to process everything. Her body simply reacted, her mouth moving under his as her arms slid around his large body. She clutched his back, pulling him closer; they both moaned. With her lips parted, Seth’s tongue slid into her mouth and began a wild exploration. She stroked her own tongue against his and elicited another moan. All the while, the coarse hairs of his beard scraped at her skin, adding to the myriad of sensations vying for her attention. But overshadowing them all was the feel of his body pressed to hers. He slid one arm around her, the other tangled in her hair as his thumb caressed her cheek. His arm held her tightly against him, his hand splayed low on her back. Such a bad idea. But so, so good. Restless and reckless, she needed to touch more of him. She wanted to feel all those muscles, feel the power coiled up in his athlete’s body. She slid her hands up his arms and he shuddered against...
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Apr
1

Sunday Snippet: Blood Veil by Megan Erickson

Sunday Snippet: Blood Veil by Megan Erickson  About the Book Blood Veil    Author:  Megan Erickson Publisher:   Ballantine/Loveswept Released:  April 3, 2018 Series:   Mission #2 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Snippet: Celia I wanted this. Even now, with both of us wounded and scared, my body reacted to the proximity of his. Those unusual yet kind eyes didn’t flinch from mine. No matter the shape he was in, and what was to come, he was going to do this for me. Well, I guessed it was a little for both of us. Maybe this was why I’d avoided human touch my whole life. My body wanted a vampire. My heart wanted Idris. I hadn’t ever dreamed of my first time being in a damp cell, but then I’d never imagined sex in a damp cell at all. The floor was cracked concrete beneath my feet, and the only light was a naked bulb above my head that cast a yellow glow over us. I still thought Idris was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I couldn’t leave here without feeling Idris’s skin against mine, without knowing what it was like to be touched by someone who cared for me. Keno had cautioned me about Idris, and had said there was no camera monitoring the cell, so if I didn’t trust Idris not to hurt me, he wasn’t sending me in. So I knew we had as much privacy as we were going to get for at least a half hour. And I wanted Idris. “Kiss me,” I said as I blinked back tears. “Then feed from me. Then touch me.” He didn’t wait. He surged forward with surprising strength, and the chain attached to his wrist rattled as he crashed his lips onto mine. I’d been kissed before, but it’d been a long time, and all other kisses had been teenage or drunken fumblings. I’d been missing out. His lips were soft yet firm, pressing against mine, demanding I yield, and yield I did as his tongue slipped inside to tangle with my own. His hand gripped my neck tighter, holding me in place as he ravaged my mouth. I lapped at him with my tongue, and the tip caught on one of his fangs. The sharp tooth sliced my flesh, and I immediately tasted the tang of my own blood. Idris froze, sucked on my tongue for a minute, and then pulled back. “Oh, f***,” he moaned. His eyes were whirling red and black like a shuffled...
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Mar
25

Sunday Snippet: Witchbane by Morgan Brice

Sunday Snippet: Witchbane by Morgan Brice  About the Book Witchbane    Author:  Morgan Brice (aka Gail Z. Martin) Publisher:   Darkwind Press Released:  March 1, 2018 Series:   Witchbane #1 Genre:  Urban Fantasy, M/M Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter, Website Snippet: Seth How the hell did I end up on a date with a cute bartender? Seth walked beside Sonny as they meandered around downtown Richmond. Still, being with Sonny felt comfortable, in a way Seth hadn’t felt with anyone in a long time. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to get to know one of the locals, blow off a little steam, and make a friend who might be able to help him find the elusive Jackson Malone. Seth had spent all evening watching Sonny tend bar. Sonny was good at his job, helpful to the servers, and made the customers feel at home. He was also damn good looking, and his worn jeans pulled just right across his toned ass. So when Sonny started throwing signals, Seth responded, and suddenly the evening had taken an unexpected turn. “What do you do for fun?” Sonny asked, making conversation as they walked. Seth knew that behind the casual questions, Sonny was trying to figure out whether taking Seth home was a good idea. Seth found himself wanting to make a good impression. “I read,” Seth said, sticking as close to the truth as he could. “Watch movies. Action flicks, superheroes, that kind of thing. Play video games, when I have the time. When I got out of the service, I thought I’d take a little time off to see the country, so I’m finally taking the road trip I promised myself.” “By yourself?” Sonny sounded torn between being impressed and concerned. Seth shrugged. “I’ve got friends scattered around, from the army and before. So I drop in and catch up. But yeah, mostly by myself. Clears my mind, you know?” I should just ask him about Malone, Seth thought. The clock’s ticking. If Malone is a regular, Sonny’ll know. Then again, asking the guy he might be hooking up with about another dude was awkward, to say the least. It’s not like I can say, “I need to protect this guy I don’t know from a dark warlock. Do you have his number?” “You want to go get some coffee?” Sonny asked after they had walked for a while. “This place I know has really good desserts, and it’s a nice place to just sit and...
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Mar
18

Sunday Snippet: Lost to a Spy by Sharon Cullen

Sunday Snippet: Lost to a Spy by Sharon Cullen  About the Book Lost to a Spy Author:  Sharon Cullen Publisher:   Ballantine/Loveswept Released:  March 13, 2018 Series:   All the Queen’s Spies #3 Genre:  Historical Romance/Suspense Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes N Noble Snippet: “Tristan?” “Emma?” Tristan fell back on his heels and relaxed his grip on his dagger. She opened the door wider and he finally saw her slim outline. She looked like a ghost, standing there in her white nightgown, her nearly white hair draped over her shoulders. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Are you ill?” “No. Nothing like that.” She stood with her hands folded in front of her, looking down at her feet. “Let me stoke the fire. It’s freezing in here.” “You don’t have to.” But he did have to. Something wasn’t right, and they were both shivering in the cold so he stoked the fire. Besides, he could see her better with the additional light. He swept a blanket off his bed and held it out to her. She hesitated before wrapping it around her shoulders. It was a small bedchamber with nowhere to sit except the bed but he didn’t offer that. “What’s wrong?” he asked again. She looked down at her toes then up at him, raising her chin a notch higher than was necessary. “I want us to . . . make love.” He reached out to grab the mantel and blinked a few times. “Pardon me?” Her gaze flitted away but came back to his, more determined. “I want to make love to you. “Well that’s certainly . . . I’m flattered . . .” He was desperately searching for words, while his body was already anticipating sliding into her. But that was wrong and his brain was trying to control his body’s natural reaction. He was fairly certain that Emma did not want to make love to him. He didn’t know what brought this on but he was sure making love wasn’t the answer. She approached. “Seeing Lord Darnley’s body today did something to me,” she said. “It was shocking and horrifying and sad all at the same time. Regardless of what he did or didn’t do to the queen, or what kind of life he led, he was a young man in his prime who went to bed one night and didn’t awaken in the morning.” Ah, now he saw the genesis of her request. “Emma—” She held up her hand, silencing him. “It took a lot of courage for me to walk in here...
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Mar
4

Sunday Snippet: The Instigator by Stephanie Julian

Sunday Snippet: The Instigator by Stephanie Julian  About the Book The Instigator   Author:  Stephanie Julian Publisher:   Self-published Released:  February 16, 2018 Series:   Redtails Hockey #4 Genre:  Contemporary Sports Romance Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon, BN, iBooks, Kobo REVIEW Snippet: “So what do you do for fun?” Her eyebrows rose, her expression suddenly totally serious. “What? Work, study and chasing after tiny heathens isn’t fun? Are you questioning my life choices?” He opened his mouth to laugh at her joke but caught himself before he did. Shit. Maybe— Her laughter rang out again. “I’m sorry but the look on your face is priceless. You can’t play poker to save your soul, can you?” Grinning openly again, he shook his head. “Nope. But I’m not much for cards. I like to play other games.” Her eyes widened as she leaned in close, which meant he had to lean in even closer. Not that that was a hardship. He wanted to be as close to this girl as he could get. And then he wanted to get her naked and get even closer because, damn, she made him laugh. He hadn’t met many girls who did. Most were more interested in flirting and being sexy than in trying to make him laugh. “Really? What kind of games? Chess? Checkers? No, wait.” She held up her hand. “Chutes and Ladders? Candyland?” Now she was teasing him and that was okay, too. It gave him the opportunity to mess with her. “Are those your favorites, too? I think we should start our own private Game Night. Have you ever played Strip Candyland?” There was that laugh again, the one that shot right to his balls and made his dick sit up and take notice. If he wasn’t careful, he’d be walking out of here with a hard on everyone would be able to see. “What? No Strip Twister?” Her expression turned disappointed. “And here you were getting my hopes up.” It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her what she was making go “up” but just before he spoke, he figured that wasn’t appropriate. Hey, look at that. He could be tactful. “You pick the day and time and I’ll be ready for our playdate. I’m up for anything. I’ll even bring my own pieces.” “Do you still have all of your own pieces? I’ve heard hockey can be a rough game. How do I know you haven’t lost anything…important over the years?” His smile widened. “I’ve...
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