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Jun
25

Sunday Snippet: Manhattan Melody by Deelylah Mullin

Sunday Snippet: Manhattan Melody by Deelylah Mullin  About the Book Manhattan Melody (Just You and Me collection)  Author:  Deelylah Mullin Publisher:   May 30, 2017 Released:  Romance Collections Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, B&N, iTunes, Kobo Snippet: “Ladies and gentlemen, that was ‘Air’ by Geno Seretti. Inspired by his main squeeze, Bethany. We’re going to take a twenty-minute break, and we’ll back with another set.” Someone tapped Mia’s shoulder and she whirled around. “Oh. Hey.” Penny slid her drink across the bar. “I started you a tab.” She grinned. “But you don’t need to drink a lot, anyway.” Fingers drew softly down Mia’s spine and followed the curve of her lower back to her hip. Tingles at the contact shot through her, and she gasped. “Didn’t mean to startle you, but you’re absolutely beautiful.” Those words, whispered in her ear by a raspy, rough voice in sharp contrast to the one that had sung a ballad only moments prior, drew her toward Leo. Penny stared. Mia winked at her and turned into Leo’s arms. “Hi there. You guys sound terrific. I really liked the song Geno wrote.” “It’s a great tune. I’ve been jotting ideas down like a madman all day, though. I don’t think it’ll be our best ballad for much longer.” Leo handed her drink to her before reaching behind again and bringing a bottle of Lionshead Deluxe Pilsner into view. “Don’t leave your drink unattended like that,” his voice dipped even lower. “You should know better.” She took a sip of the gimlet and grimaced. “That bitch didn’t use the right vodka. This is Grey Goose.” He took the glass from her and took a sip. She watched his Adam’s apple work. “How can you tell?” He looked puzzled. “Easy. Ciroc is distilled from grapes and Grey Goose is made from wheat. The Ciroc doesn’t have the burn Goose does. It’s smoother. Belvedere is distilled from rye, and I think it’s better than Grey Goose. Reyka is a wheat-and-barley combo. Shit. Your eyes are glazing over. I’m a bit of a vodka connoisseur.” He said, “You’re not going to drink this, are you.” She shook her head. Leo downed the contents of his bottle, setting both on the bar before he took her hand. “Come with me.” They weaved through the crowd toward the back hallway, Leo keeping her close to him. As they approached the exit—blocked by the formidable Jared, a former body builder—Jared’s expression...
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Jun
18

Sunday Snippet: The Shifter Clans Series Box Set by Tiffany Shand

Sunday Snippet: The Shifter Clans Series Box Set by Tiffany Shand  About the Book The Shifter Clans Series Box Set    Author:  Tiffany Shand Publisher:   Self-published Released:  June 12, 2017 Series:   The Shifter Clans #1-3 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Blog, Eclipse Editing, Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon Snippet: Excerpt from Alpha Ascending Christy staggered, her limbs protesting from every movement. She couldn’t stop. She had to keep moving. The moment she stopped, Alec’s men would grab her, drag her back to him. She forced herself to move on, stumbling over tree branches, twigs catching on her clothes and hair. Had she crossed the border? She couldn’t remember. The first rays of dawn washed through the blanket of clouds. She glanced back, thought she heard the sound of running feet behind her. She tried to scent what direction they were coming from, but her senses felt weak, numb, just like the rest of her body. Christy tripped, felt herself falling, stifled a cry of pain. She rolled over, feeling the sticky blood dripping down her side from where Oren had struck her with magic. Exhaustion threatened to overwhelm her as she pulled herself up into a sitting position. She rested her head against a tree trunk, the blood wouldn’t stop flowing and the pack strapped to her back dragged her down like dead weight. Stretching her arms, she tore through the straps and let her pack fall. The few meagre possessions and clothes she’d brought with her no longer mattered. The movement sent another rush of pain shooting down her arms, but it didn’t register. Nothing mattered anymore. Memories of Alec’s wolves ripping into her father, and seeing her brother go down flashed through her mind as the numbness started to fade. She closed her eyes, trying to block it out. She loved her brother – even her father – despite their strained relationship. Alec – the man she’d been promised to – had done this. She had said no to marrying him and he’d taken her family and her clan from her because of it. This was all her fault. Magda had probably died too in the effort to help her escape and Ronan… Where was Ronan? Christy let out a sob. She wanted to curl up into a ball, let death take her away but another part of her refused to give up. She closed her eyes again, reaching for her inner wolf. If she could shift it might be enough to heal her. Could she...
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Jun
11

Sunday Snippet: The Wrong Kind of Compatible by Kadie Scott

Sunday Snippet: The Wrong Kind of Compatible by Kadie Scott  About the Book The Wrong Kind of Compatible    Author:  Kadie Scott Publisher:   Entangled Publishing Released:  June 12, 2017 Series:   Love Undercover #1 Genre:  Romantic Comedy Author contact links:   Blog/Website, Alter-ego, Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon, B&N, Kobo, iTunes Snippet: “Don’t you ever—” She cut herself off and glanced around the office. No one was paying them any attention, but she still gave a frantic look around before dragging him across the floor and around the corner where she opened a door marked as the server room, hauling him inside by the arm, and closing the door behind them. Racks and racks of Data Minds’ proprietary servers hummed as they did the extraordinary work for the company. The room wasn’t as big as it could’ve been as Data Minds did a good deal of their work in the cloud, but these machines were where most of his and Cassie’s work was housed. She visibly shivered as the colder temperature in the room hit them both. He couldn’t miss how her nipples peaked against her shirt in response to the chill. His mental image of lifting her shirt to suck those hard peaks into his mouth disappeared as she rounded on him. “Don’t you ever undermine my analysis in front of anyone again. We agreed—” He stepped closer, refusing to back down. “No. You dictated and assumed I agreed.” She plonked her hands on her hips, angling her face to look up at him. “But you apologized.” “For stepping on your toes. Not for being wrong.” Her lips flattened. “Why didn’t you argue more if you felt so strongly about it?” “I believe your words were, ‘Knock it off, Kerrigan. My recommendations are what we’re going with.’” “And then you threw it in my face in front of our boss?” Damn she was amazing when she got all worked up. The deep v of her shirt showed her breasts rising and falling with each agitated breath. Suddenly the space felt way too intimate, closing in on him. The hum of the machines all around them provided a strange sense of being worlds away from the office that lurked just on the other side of the door. Her jasmine scent curled around him, and the distance between them needed to be increased. Immediately. He turned away, intending to leave before he did something ill advised. “I’m not finished,” she snapped. Her words had him swinging back around. “What?” She stalked toward him, stealing...
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Jun
4

Sunday Snippet + Giveaway: Too Many Women in the Room by Joanne Guidoccio

Sunday Snippet + Giveaway: Too Many Women in the Room by Joanne Guidoccio  About the Book Too Many Women in the Room    Author:  Joanne Guidoccio Publisher:   The Wild Rose Press Released:  May 19, 2017 Series:   Gilda Greco Mystery #1 Genre:  Cozy Mystery Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, LinkedIn, Pinterest, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon (Canada), Amazon (USA), Barnes & Noble, Indigo, Kobo, The Wild Rose Press BOOK TRAILER Snippet: He couldn’t believe he was following his wife’s advice. After twelve years of paying lip service to deep yoga breaths, mindfulness, and all the other New Age crap she espoused, he had finally found a use for it. His midnight run usually sorted out all the stress, but tonight was different. He still couldn’t shake the venom that had been directed his way. To make matters worse, it had come from eight women, eight very different and very annoying women. He had bedded four, but right now he couldn’t imagine having sex with any of them. As for the untouched four, well, only one interested him, and it had nothing to do with her feminine wiles and everything to do with her healthy bank account. He would have to take something to get through the night, something a lot stronger than his wife’s herbal teas. The remnants of an old Percocet prescription came to mind. Two capsules might do the trick. The thought of a panacea, albeit a chemical one, calmed his racing thoughts. A good night’s sleep would make a world of difference. And tomorrow, he would sort it out. The light patter of feet distracted him. Definitely a woman’s gait. Her breath was even, neither shallow nor panting. Younger, maybe in her thirties. His pulse quickened, and a smile spread over his features. A welcome distraction. Just what he needed to erase the built-up stress. To hell with deep breathing, affirmations, and Percocet. He forced himself to slow down and hoped she would catch up, maybe even overtake him. Before making a move, he wanted to get a lay of the land. No point putting on the moves if she didn’t measure up. Though lately, he’d been less discerning. Twenty years ago—heck even ten years ago—women in their twenties and thirties returned his winks and smiles, often boldly and with no qualms about what followed. But turning fifty-five had brought those encounters to a virtual standstill, and he had tired of the chase. Was this a harbinger of what old age would look like? Within seconds, a flash of black appeared...
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May
28

Sunday Snippet: The Chosen by J. R. Ward

Sunday Snippet: The Chosen by J. R. Ward  About the Book The Chosen    Author:  J. R. Ward Publisher:   Ballantine Books Released:  April 4, 2017 Series:   Black Dagger Brotherhood #15 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Website Purchase links:  Amazon REVIEW Snippet: As she opened things up, Blay and Qhuinn weren’t even looking in her direction.  They were bent over Lyric’s bassinet. “–Layla’s eyes,” Blay said as he reached in and let the young grab onto his finger.  “Definitely.” “She has her mahmen’s hair, too.  I mean, check out the blond coming in.” Their love for the little one was incandescent, singing in their faces, warming their voices, tempering their movements so that everything they did was with care.  And yet that was not what Layla focused on. Her stare locked on Qhuinn’s broad palm as it stroked up and down Blay’s back.  The caress of connection was unconscious on both sides, the proffer and the acceptance both nothing at all and everything that mattered.  And as she played witness from across the room, she had to blink fast once again. Sometimes kindness and love could be just as difficult as violence to witness.  Sometimes, when you were on the outside looking in, watching two in-sync people was a scene from a horror film, the kind of thing that you wanted to look away from, forget about, banish the memory of–especially when you were about to go to bed for the day and facing hours upon hours of being alone in the dark. The knowledge that she would never have that special love with anyone was– Qhuinn glanced across at her.  “Oh, hey.” He straightened and smiled, but she wasn’t fooled.  His eyes were going over her like he was profiling her–although mayhap that was not the case.  Mayhap that was merely her paranoia talking. She was so over living a double life.  Yet, in the cruel irony that seemed to be destiny’s favorite source of amusement, the price of relieving her conscience would come at the expense of her very existence. And how could she leave her young behind? “–okay, Layla?” As Qhuinn frowned at her, she shook herself and forced a smile.  “Oh, I’m very well.”  She was assuming that had been an inquiry about her well-being.  “Just fine, indeed.” Seeking to prove the lie, she approached the bassinets.  Rhampage, or Rhamp, as he was known, was fighting the need for sleep, and as his sister made a cooing sound, his head turned and his hand reached out. Funny,...
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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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