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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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Mar
12

Sunday Snippet: The Last Detective by Brian Cohn

Sunday Snippet: The Last Detective by Brian Cohn  About the Book The Last Detective    Author:  Brian Cohn Publisher:   Pandamoon Publishing Released:  December 6, 2016 Genre:  Sci-fi/mystery Author contact links:   Facebook, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Goodreads Snippet: “That him?” I ask. “That’s him, all right.” He’s shorter than I was expecting, his closely cropped brown hair receding into a V-shaped hairline. His thin arms and legs move quickly as he darts up the block on the opposite side of the street, his head swiveling nervously back and forth. As he reaches the end of the block and crosses the intersection, Katherine and I stand and begin to follow him. We stay a block back from him as he winds his way through the city streets. The busy foot traffic of the late afternoon makes our job easier, and thankfully he isn’t a professional. If he was, he probably would have spotted the tail in the first couple of minutes, traffic or not. Midtown and the business district quickly fall away behind us as we thread our way through middle class residential neighborhoods filled with brownstones and townhouses, then through lower-class neighborhoods where rundown apartment buildings predominate, before finally entering the Bottoms. Sometimes referred to as Rock Bottoms, the area more commonly known as the Bottoms sits north of Midtown. Back in the early 1950s, the city government, in all its wisdom, built a series of public housing projects here to help fight the growing homeless problem. They had good intentions, but then again so did Stalin, and look where that got him. The result was the isolation and concentration of those with no money, no jobs, no prospects, and no hope. Crime and unemployment ran rampant, and the area served more as a trap than as a gateway to a better life. By the 80s, people realized the projects were a failure, and most of the buildings were demolished. But the damage was already done. The apartment buildings that were built as replacements quickly filled with the recently displaced tenants of the projects. New buildings, same problems. These less attractive neighborhoods are sparsely populated these days, in spite of the flood of refugees, and the streets become emptier and emptier as we descend into the city’s economic underbelly. Boarded-up windows covered in graffiti look out upon streets lined with trash. A couple of kids lie passed out on the sidewalk, their backs propped against the dingy brick wall of a four-story sh**house. No doubt they’re high on...
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Mar
5

Sunday Snippet: Black Bullet by L.D. Rose

Sunday Snippet: Black Bullet by L.D. Rose  About the Book Black Bullet    Author:  L.D. Rose Publisher:   Soul Mate Publishing Released:  November 9, 2016 Series:   Order of The Senary #2 Genre:  Dark Paranormal Romance Author contact links:  Book Bub, Devour the Night, Facebook, Facebook Author Page, Goodreads, Newsletter, Pinterest, Tumblr, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon AU, Amazon CA, Amazon UK, Amazon US, Goodreads, Pinterest, Spotify Playlist Snippet: Jon only had time to take a single breath before a dark boot materialized in front of his face, the heel aiming straight for his throat. He snatched it before it made contact and twisted hard, thrusting it away from him. The limb yielded beneath his grip as his attacker collapsed beside him, metal clattering nearby. He levered to his feet, pulling a KA-BAR from his boot as pain lit up his nerves, setting his teeth on edge. His attacker was already standing, the blade of a gorgeous double-edged Kris sword pointed at his throat. Holy sh*t. His opponent was female, wearing a slim-fitting black battle uniform and carrying enough artillery to outfit a small army. Her jet-black hair was tied in a long braid and a black mask covered the lower half of her face. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes revealed her Asian heritage, her skin the color of caramel. A scabbard stretched across her back, strapped to her chest, along with the M16 she’d used to tear up the warehouse. Jon took a step back, but she didn’t hesitate, launching at him with the blade. Metal clashed and sparks flew as he parried the long sword’s quicksilver arcs with his dagger. Although she limped from her injured leg, her strikes were hard, fast, and precise, each blow intended to kill. He nearly tripped over the pirate’s body as she backed him against the wall of the refinery, and he ducked as the blade screeched along the brick. Before Jon straightened, he jabbed the butt of his KA-BAR into her knee and she yelped, stumbling backward. He slashed at her and caught nothing but air as she lurched away from him. She swung the Kris at his head and he raised the KA-BAR to engage and bind the sword. Both of their weapons trembled as their eyes locked on one another across the tangle of deadly metal. And as her smoldering gaze drilled into him, he smelled it. Dama de Noche.  The Lady of the Night, a nocturnal blooming flower he’d first smelled years ago in Nepal, when he was a human soldier. The...
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Feb
26

Sunday Snippet: What It Takes by Shannon Stacey

Sunday Snippet: What It Takes by Shannon Stacey  About the Book What It Takes: A Kowalski Reunion Novel    Author:  Shannon Stacey Publisher:   Carina Press Released:  February 28, 2017 Series:   Kowalski Family Series Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Instagram, Newsletter, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon REVIEW Snippet: “You were not kidding about the food,” Laney said in a low voice to Ben. “The really amazing part is how much of it is gone,” he whispered back and she chuckled. Somehow, without her realizing what was happening, she’d ended up sitting on a picnic table bench next to Ben. She had been sitting there talking to Beth, who did the office work for the sports bar her husband owned, and then Kevin had spotted Ben and waved him over to ask him a question about the ATV trails. After they’d talked for a couple of minutes, it had seemed natural for him to sit down. And then Mitch and Ryan had joined them, so Ben had scooted closer to her. So here she was, in a crowd of people, so close to the man she’d kissed only twenty-fours ago that their legs kept bumping together. And the last time they’d bumped, he hadn’t bothered moving, so his thigh was resting lightly against hers. Normally, she would chalk it up to six adults sitting at a picnic table, but this was Ben. And when it was him touching her, incidentally or not, she noticed. A child’s wail went off suddenly, like a siren, and Kevin and Beth both turned their heads toward where the kids were all eating together. Then, as Laney watched, they turned back to each other and played a fast game of rock, paper, scissors. Her paper covered his rock and after being denied a chance for two out of three, Kevin got to his feet and headed toward the kids. “Gabe has a bit of a temper and he’s stubborn as hell,” Beth told her. “People try to tell me it’s the terrible twos, but I haven’t met a Kowalski yet who’s outgrown it.” “Hey,” Mitch and Ryan said at the same time. Beth smiled sweetly at them. “Are you denying it?” When they refused to answer, Beth laughed and Laney found herself laughing, too. The family dynamics were fascinating to her. The Kowalskis were nothing like her family, and they especially weren’t like the Ballards. It wasn’t that Laney didn’t love her family, and she knew they loved her, but they weren’t very expressive about...
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Feb
19

Sunday Snippet: Brothers Black: Wyatt The Heartbreaker by Blue Saffire

Sunday Snippet: Brothers Black: Wyatt The Heartbreaker by Blue Saffire  About the Book Brothers Black: Wyatt the Heartbreaker    Author:  Blue Saffire Publisher:   Perceptive Illusions Released:  January 8, 2016 Series:   Brothers Black #1 Genre:  Erotic Romance Author contact links: Facebook, Goodreads, Instagram, Twitter, Website Purchase links:   Amazon, Barnes and Noble Snippet: Nellie I haven’t the slightest clue what is going on with Wyatt. His face when I said hello to him went from stunned, to flirtatious, to suspicious. I wasn’t sure if my breath was bad from the flight or if I looked a lot worse than I thought from the few tears I had cried. When we touched while loading my bags, I felt a jolt go through me, and I am pretty sure he felt it too. I almost creamed my pants when he licked his lips, and his piercing peeked out of his mouth. He didn’t have that last time I saw him, but that was years ago. Honestly, it would be a total turn off on any other guy for me. On Wyatt, it is hot as hell and causes all types of dirty thoughts about him with his face between my thighs. The piercing isn’t the only thing that has changed since the last time I saw him. Wyatt is all man; there are no more signs of the younger, moving into manhood Wyatt. He has grown his hair out. His hair used to be cut within inches from being a true buzz cut. Now it is shorter on the sides, but longer on the top showing off his natural brown locks that he has used some product on to tame the curls into more soft waves than curls. He is all masculine male, with the muscled body to match. He looks more ripped beneath his tight grey t-shirt than I have ever seen him. His thick thighs push nicely against his khaki shorts that are hanging low on his slim waist. His grey and white sneakers just make him look relaxed like he could be on a case or hanging with friends, not really committing to either. I always liked that about Wyatt. The world seems to move around him, not the other way around. It’s not just his looks. It is the fact that all seven of his brothers look up to him and listen to what he says. It is in his walk, his talk, his swagger. It is the way he looks at you if you are lucky enough to get his attention. When...
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