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Oct
15

Sunday Snippet + Giveaway: Branded by Fire by Danielle Annett

Sunday Snippet + Giveaway: Branded by Fire by Danielle Annett  About the Book Branded by Fire    Author:  Danielle Annet Publisher:   Self-published Released:  October 17, 2017 Series:   Blood & Magic #4 Genre:  Urban Fantasy / Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Amazon, Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon Snippet: I blinked hard as tears threatened to spill. Dammit, why did he have such an effect on me? I rubbed the ache in my chest and turned away from him. He didn’t say anything for several long minutes. I climbed into my bed and tucked myself under the covers as silent tears spilled down my cheeks. The mattress dipped and Declan slid his body into the bed beside me. “Go away,” I choked out. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled my back flush against his chest. “I’m a bastard.” “I know.” “And I don’t deserve you.” “Glad you’re finally realizing that.” I swiped at the tears on my cheeks and tried to pull away from him but his grip was iron tight. “But I love you.” I sucked in a breath. He, what? I froze, suddenly unable to form any coherent thoughts or words. He didn’t say anything else, just settled in beside me with his arm wrapped tightly around my body and his legs now tangled with mine. I listened as his breathing slowly evened out and realized the exact moment when he fell asleep. Declan told me he loved me. The bond that connected us flared to life at his words and I realized, I believed him. Book Blurb: Aria Naveed can’t decide what’s worse—being mate-bonded to Declan Valkenaar, the Alpha of the Pacific Northwest Pack, or owning up to the fact that she’s developing feelings for him. Her bond to Declan is the one thing keeping her grounded and preventing her new power from destroying everything and everyone around her. If Aria doesn’t tread carefully, especially where her heart is concerned, she’ll learn the hard way that if you play with fire, you’ll always get burned. About the Author:    Danielle Annett is a reader, writer, designer, and the blogger behind Coffee and Characters. Born in the SF Bay area, she now resides in Spokane, WA, the primary location for her Blood & Magic series. Danielle writes about kick butt heroines in volatile settings and like her, most of them have some level of addiction to coffee. When not writing, Danielle can be found hanging out with her two children whom she fondly refers to...
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Oct
8

Sunday Snippet: An Amorous Dance by Jessica Lauryn

Sunday Snippet: An Amorous Dance by Jessica Lauryn  About the Book An Amorous Dance    Author:  Jessica Lauryn Publisher:   Siren BookStrand Released:  January 17, 2017 Series:  The Rabourn Theater #2 Genre:  Romantic Suspense Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Newsletter Sign-Up, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes & Noble, BookStrand, Google Play, iBooks, Kobo Snippet: Unable to stay still, Hannah maneuvered her way around the surrounding obstacles so that she could pace. She’d been trying to convince herself that these flashes of memory didn’t mean what they appeared to, but the truth was that she’d always had her suspicions about the way her father died. The doctors she’d spoken with had confirmed her father had a heart attack, but she’d always found it hard to believe that a man in his fifties—a man in excellent physical condition with no history of heart disease—would die suddenly, for what appeared to be no reason at all. Having felt this way from the get-go, she’d conducted a bit of research, from which she’d discovered that her father had had an argument with Bruce Lancaster prior to the start of her birthday dinner. The stress of whatever they’d discussed might have taken a toll on him, and for years Hannah had believed that a heated discussion with the theater’s former owner had directly contributed to her father’s death. But if the images she’d been seeing were real, maybe her father’s death had had nothing to do with physiology at all. Maybe he had been murdered. “Hannah?” Evan called out as he opened the door. Failing to flick the light switch, he made his way around, almost tripping over the settee in the corner before asking, “Hannah, are you in here?” Hannah covered her tearstained mouth. She had no desire to reveal herself, but she realized before she could hide that Evan had already seen her. After hastily wiping her face in hopes that he wouldn’t realize she’d been crying, she snapped, “What the hell are you doing in here?” “Me? What the bloody hell do you think I’m doing in here?” Evan demanded, squinting at the gigantic mushrooms behind his back, as if they were going to agree with how ridiculous her question was. “You shouldn’t have followed me. I wasn’t thrilled to see that my cousin decided to stay in a show her former stalker is a part of, but…I’m a big girl. I can handle anything that’s thrown my way, Evan Masters, I promise you.” “Hannah, you’re shaking,” Evan said, catching her arm...
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Oct
1

Sunday Snippet: The Devil’s Advocate by Michaela Haze

Sunday Snippet: The Devil’s Advocate by Michaela Haze  About the Book The Devil’s Advocate    Author:  Michaela Haze Publisher:   Dirty Jeans Publishing Released:  September 28, 2017 Genre:  Urban Fantasy, Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Instagram, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon, Goodreads Snippet: I lifted my painted toes out of my Louboutin heels and balanced my feet on the edge of my mahogany desk. Twirling a biro in one hand, I took a deep breath as I prepared for my next client. It was only ten a.m; was considering breaking out the Vintage Pinot Noir that had magically appeared in the corner of my office that morning. “Welcome to Morgenstern and Clark Brokerage, Sir,” The dulcet tone of my assistant Luiz drifted into my office. “Right this way, please.” I sighed and dropped my feet to the floor as I shifted myself into a professionally seated position. I tugged my short shirt over my thighs and pulled my comfortable office chair behind my desk. Luiz always knocked once before walking in. I had daemonic sense, which meant that I could hear everything within a hundred-metre radius if I concentrated. It seemed to disorientate the human clients though, so I tried to hide it. I did not bother to stand up. It was a power play that I had learnt from Luc Morgenstern, my boss. I started to sift through the contracts on my desk and did not bother to look up as Luiz walked in with my newest client. I could smell the stranger’s fear. I could taste his incredulity; he was not expecting a woman. It was all part and parcel with my day job. “Ms Clark,” Luiz cleared his throat softly. “Your ten o’clock is here.” I said nothing as I continued to organise my papers. I heard the frosted glass door close behind my assistant. I listened to the sounds of Luiz’s expensive Italian loafers as they padded away. I turned to my laptop and scanned my meeting schedule for the name of my client, while said stranger hung in my doorway like an awkward houseguest. “Please sit, Mr Parr. I cannot abide when people hover,” I said severely. I looked up in time to see a young man, nondescript apart from a piercing on his left eyebrow. He wore flannel and did not fit with my usual standard of clientele. Parr took the empty seat in front of my desk, and I watched him with a quirked brow. No Manners. I disliked having to speak first;...
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Sep
24

Sunday Snippet: Legs by Kelly Siskind

Sunday Snippet: Legs by Kelly Siskind  About the Book Legs   Author:  Kelly Siskind Publisher:   CD Books Released:  September 27, 2017 Genre:  Romantic Comedy Author contact links:   Amazon, Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Universal Book Link REVIEW TO COME Snippet: “What’s your poison?” I asked. “Apparently dangerous men I don’t know, but I’ll have a glass of the Lynmar Pinot.” I could do dangerous. “If I’m your poison after two minutes, imagine how you’ll feel in a few hours.” That earned me a long swallow from her. “She’ll have the Foursight,” I added to Cameron. It was sweet how confident she was ordering that wine, but her lips would taste so much better after a sip from my glass. She shot me a look, her freckles sharp against her reddening cheeks. “Pretty sure I can order for myself, and I’d like the Lynmar.” “You don’t want the Lynmar. 2011 was a brutal year. Trust me.” No need to bore her about the early rains that season and the lack of fruit. “Actually I do want the Lynmar.” Cameron moved to grab the bottle, but I held up my hand. He halted. To her, I said, “I’ve been sipping the Foursight since I got here. You telling me you don’t want a taste?” Her attention dropped to my lips again, and she grazed her teeth over hers. Fire sparked in her brown eyes. “I may want a taste of that wine. Later. For now I want the Lynmar.” “It’s inferior.” “It’s splendid.” “The season was crap.” “The season was hard, not crap.” “The Foursight is a sure thing,” I said. She must have seen the heat in my gaze. “I like the underdog,” she countered, a sultry note to her voice. “Finding a diamond in the rough. The vines that survived 2011 were stronger, and a few vintages shone. Like the Lynmar. Hints of spice. Creamy mouthfeel.” A quiet hum passed her lips. Okay. The girl knew her wine, and my attraction to her spiked. With the haunts I’d been frequenting, and my bartending gig at Rudy’s Tavern, I hadn’t been around a woman like her in ages. No visible ink, her outfit more conservative than racy. Her straight brown hair would look sexy as hell tangled in my fist. “You sure you don’t want to skip to the mouthfeel part?” She smiled freely, the first hint of her letting loose. “I’m still not sure how bitter the aftertaste will be.” My answering grin was just...
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Sep
17

Sunday Snippet: Royal Pain by Tracy Wolff

Sunday Snippet: Royal Pain by Tracy Wolff  About the Book Royal Pain Author: Tracy Wolff Publisher:  Random House Loveswept Released: September 19, 2017 Series:  His Royal Hotness #1 Genre: Contemporary Romance Author contact links: Website: http://www.tracywolffbooks.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TracyWolffAuthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/tracywolff Purchase links: Amazon B&N Snippet: “What if I promise to stay in view of the windows the whole time?” I tell them. “I’ll park myself right there in front of that one and you can make sure I’m safe.” Lucas looks like he wants to argue, but I cut him off before he can even start. “Come on, man. You’ve got to give me something. I like this woman.” He sighs, but in the end—above the very vocal protests of the very serious Avery—he nods. “In sight the whole time,” he orders and for a moment I feel like a junior high kid on his first date. But beggars can’t be choosers and I know, better than most, what a disaster it would be if something happened to the spare three months after the heir disappeared. Wildemar would be in absolute chaos. There’s no way I’d put my country through that, girl or no girl. “I promise. And if I disappear from sight for more than five seconds, you have my permission to come crashing in after me.” “I think you’re forgetting,” Niall says with a narrow-eyed look, “we don’t need your permission.” “Geez. Way to be a killjoy.” “Yeah, well, someone in this relationship has to be.” “Aww, Niall.” I slap his ass with my free hand on my way by. “Don’t you know it’s more fun when everyone’s having a good time?” Lucas snorts and Avery sounds like he’s strangling on his own tongue. I can’t help grinning as I make my way to Savvy’s front door. Maybe it won’t take as long to break in my new bodyguard as I was afraid of. I can hear music through the open windows, Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie,” and I can’t help thinking about the way Savvy’s hips looked in her black work pants. Can’t help wondering about what she’s wearing now—and whether or not she’ll let me get another good look at her luscious, heart-shaped ass. At least she’s home, I tell myself as I knock. While I knew she wasn’t scheduled to work, I was afraid she might be running errands or something. She’s at the front door in seconds, her big brown eyes wide and inquiring . . . at least until her gaze meets mine. “What are you...
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Sep
10

Sunday Snippet: Blood Guard by Megan Erickson

Sunday Snippet: Blood Guard by Megan Erickson  About the Book Blood Guard    Author:  Megan Erickson Publisher: Loveswept Released: September 12, 2017 Series: Mission #1 Genre: Paranormal Romance REVIEW Snippet: Getting supplies took longer than expected, mainly because I couldn’t find food for Tendra’s cat, Brex. By the time I managed to gather what I needed, the sun was beginning to rise. I took an alternative route back to Tendra, heading underground at a different location to avoid getting burned alive. But when I ascended the stairs, expecting to see Tendra at the landing at the top, I saw . . . nothing. I blinked at the empty space, my mind racing. Did I take the wrong stairs? Did I tell her to meet me somewhere else? But no, no, these were the right stairs, the one with the railing with mismatched metal fixtures. The one with cHaOs spray-painted on the wall long ago by some younger vampires. Ten should be there, right there, huddled in a ball with Brex beside her, her long blond hair hanging down and obscuring her face. I dropped the bags on the landing and opened the port, wishing like hell her face would be on the other side, that she’d be apologizing for not being right where I told her to be, but at least she’d be whole and alive. But the warehouse was empty. No Ten greeted me; no cat brushed my legs. Silence. I crept out, careful to stay in the shadows, away from the lights shining through the broken windows, which would flare up my skin in a second. I smelled her, faintly. She’d been here, along with Brex. I smelled something else, too, a scent that made my heart seize in my chest. Quellen. I smelled Gregorie vampires, too, and while it wasn’t unusual, the strength of the scent soured my gut. They’d been here, as recent as the Quellen. If they got her . . . I clenched my fists and ground my molars. The rage ignited my blood like a barely controlled wildfire. I’d raze the earth to get Ten back at my side. I followed her scent to a Dumpster, and then from my spot in the shadows, I tracked a path of destruction. Shattered crates, pushed-over barrels. There’d been a fight. Or a chase. And at the very end of the warehouse, where there’d previously been a cracked wooden door, was now a shattered hole. A shattered hole that led directly to sunlight. I dared to...
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Sep
3

Sunday Snippet: Mated In Treason by Christa Paige

Sunday Snippet: Mated In Treason by Christa Paige  About the Book Mated in Treason   Author:  Christa Paige Publisher:   Hartwood Publishing Released:  June 13, 2017 Series:   Kan Asma Vampires #1 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Facebook-Author Page, Facebook Fan Group, Google+, Instagram, Pinterest, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon CA, Amazon UK, Amazon US, iBooks, Indigo, Kobo, Nook, Smashwords Snippet: The door swung open and he stood in the threshold. Strong and intense, her essence called to him on an elemental level. “Nadia.” His voice gruff, he said her name on a mere growl around long fangs that pricked his lower lip. Surprise lined her forehead, her eyes narrowed, and breath wrenched from her chest. She stood from her chair and swiped the back of her hand across her cheek. Red tinged her eyes. Moisture tracked from the corners and spilled down her cheeks. Misery hit him square in the chest like a dull, rusty blade. Needing privacy, he shut the door and locked the deadbolt. “Why are you crying?” She shook her head. The long length of her ponytail fell over her shoulder as she glanced away from him. Her eyes lost focus and she stared at the dingy wooden cabinets hanging from the far wall. “Tell me, kjaere.” Gunnar pressed his lips together. Great, now he was using terms of endearment in his mother’s native tongue. He really had lost his frickin’ mind. Crossing her arms, she shivered as if cold but the temperature in the room was tepid and controlled. “Nadia, let me help.” With a loud exhalation, she threw her arms up in apparent frustration. Then, she propped her hands on her hips and paced the short length of the room. “You can’t.” She swiped away another tear. “No one can.” “Did Izak do this?” he spat, needing to understand. God please don’t let it be about that sentinel playboy. “Or Andros?” Either way he had to be prepared for her reply. “He told me I could have something impossible. Something I want so much.” Gunnar steeled his composure, flexing his muscles and gritting his jaw. “Who,” he prompted. Inside he quaked with possessiveness and aggression. Get a grip on yourself, idiot. A short nervous exhalation followed as she turned and faced him. “Andros.” One step brought him closer, just to the edge of the oblong table sitting in the middle of the room. He leaned into his palm, the cool wood of the table helped to keep him from losing his temper right there. “What did he say,...
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Aug
27

Sunday Snippet: In Deep by Deelylah Mullin

Sunday Snippet: In Deep by Deelylah Mullin  About the Book In Deep Author:  Deelylah Mullin Publisher:   Amazon Kindle World Released:  August 26, 2017 Series:   Hell Yeah! Kindle World novella Genre:  Paranormal Romance Author contact links:  Website: http://www.deelylah.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorDeelylah Twitter: https://twitter.com/VampBard Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/vampbard/ Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/DeelylahMullin/ Tumblr: http://vampbard.tumblr.com/ Snippet: “What is it? Are you okay? Pull over,” Leona said as she reached for the steering wheel. “No, I’m okay. I just realized that there’s a spirit in the dive shop. She keeps f*cking with me when I’m asleep. I’ve had scratches after some dreams,” Alphie admitted. “I saw her arm earlier—when that bottle of water was supposedly a bad throw? Not the case. She knocked it to the floor.” A few minutes passed before she asked, “Do you remember the dreams about her? What are they like?” “They’re…sensual. I don’t know how else to describe them. I thought I was having an erotic dream but something would wake me. And, if I”m honest, I don’t even know what woke me.” “It was her. I’m not sure who she is—who she was—but she has a connection to you, or maybe to the dive shop. We need to be careful because she seemed powerful and if she unleashes herself? That might not be so nice.” Leona’s voice wobbled as she finished her statement. As they entered the driveway and pulled around back, Leona said, “It might be best if we don’t talk about that topic while we’re here. If we can avoid it.” “Got it.” But something in the back of his mind wanted to continue talking about the entity and how nice she was to him. Rather than make Leona uncomfortable, he buried that niggling feeling until he could examine it more closely, himself. **** Something about the apartment attached to the dive shop bothered Leona. It wasn’t the space itself—it was something invading the space. That entity. Topic: off-limits. She knew she should keep her thoughts about the spirit neutral—or even positive—but she couldn’t help it. The ghost felt intrusive. A permeating sense of dread rested on her shoulders while they were in the apartment—especially when Leona was in Alphie’s bedroom, getting sheets. “Do you feel it?” she whispered to him. “Feel what?” he whispered back. “It’s like a…a lead weight is pulling me down. My legs feel heavy, my arms feel heavy.” He shook his head. “Nope.” He searched her face for a moment. “But I believe you’re feeling something.” She smiled. “Thank you.” He looked puzzled. “For what?”...
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Aug
20

Sunday Snippet: Dark Rooms by Sionna Fox

Sunday Snippet: Dark Rooms by Sionna Fox  About the Book Dark Rooms Author:  Sionna Fox Publisher:   Boroughs Publishing Group Released:  July 27, 2017 Genre:  Erotic Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Amazon print, B&N, iBooks, Kobo Snippet: As students straggled into the room and took seats around the large black-top lab tables, Aimee couldn’t help but think that they looked younger and younger every year. She’d been saying it since she was barely older than they were, but the freshmen who usually signed up for her class to get their arts credit out of the way looked like tiny babies to her at thirty-two. She was handing around the syllabus to the assembled few when her blood froze in her veins. Wes, in jeans and a t-shirt, striding into her lab on his long legs, dark hair swept across his forehead. Jesus f*cking Christ on a bike, how the f*cking f*ck did he find me? She’d been daydreaming about him since Friday, nearly regretting that she had refused to give him her number, and he was in her g*ddamn classroom, taking a seat at her table like he was a—oh dear sweet c*ck-sucking son of a wh*re. He was a f*cking student. She shook her head and glanced at her class roster. Wesley Oliver. Right there, registered for Intro Photography, ten a.m., Wednesday Heart pounding, choking on her own tongue, she watched him. Looking slightly dazed, he sat directly across from where she stood at the head of the table. This was a surprise to him, too. Of course it was. There was no way either of them would have known. Right? Aimee inhaled deeply and checked the clock. She had to start class. She had to make her tongue work. Oh God, she’d f*cked a student. One of her students. How the hell was she supposed to give a speech about attendance requirements and lab safety with him sitting across the table from her? He knew her. Knew what she was. Had tied her up, beaten her, and then f*cked her. She still had faint bruises on her butt and he was in her g*ddamn f*cking class. She had ten students watching her expectantly, waiting for her to speak; she would have to wait and panic later. She bit her lip and studied the class roster, checked the clock again, and took a desperate gulp of air. “Okay, did everyone get a copy of the syllabus?” Book Blurb: NO SAFE WORDS Women...
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Aug
13

Sunday Snippet: His Hand-Me-Down Countess By Sorcha Mowbray

Sunday Snippet: His Hand-Me-Down Countess By Sorcha Mowbray  About the Book His Hand-Me-Down Countess Author:  Sorcha Mowbray Publisher:   Jack’s House Publishing Released:  September 20, 2017 (available for pre-order now) Series:   Lustful Lords #1 Genre:  Historical Erotic Romance Author contact links: BookBub | Amazon | Newsletter Twitter | Facebook | YouTube | Instagram |  GoodReads | Pintrest Sorcha’s Ravishing Readers | Passion & Pentagrams Reader Group Purchase links: Kindle: http://geni.us/hhmdcamz iBooks: http://geni.us/hhmdcibks Nook: http://geni.us/hhmdcbn Kobo: http://geni.us/hhmdckobo Google: http://geni.us/hhmdcggl Snippet: London, May 1860 Stone heard the butler intone his name and title loudly enough for all of London to hear, let alone the population of the Devonses’ ballroom. Had anyone suggested three years ago he would bear the family title, Earl of Stonemere, never mind be contemplating his future nuptials, he would certainly have laughed. True, he never actually laughed anymore, but he certainly would have found such a claim incredulous. It was no longer an amusing matter. Having survived the receiving line, he eased through the crowded ballroom. Every few feet, he stopped to speak with one acquaintance or another. Not so long ago, these same people would have been running for the hills and hiding their daughters. But fate, a fickle mistress to say the least, had other plans. Moving with a quickness born of desperation, he barely acknowledged the next three men as the heat from the crowd paired with the stench of perfumes and body odor to choke him. After his service in India, crowded entertainments such as a ball had grown difficult to endure. The press of bodies and the loud murmur of conversation punctuated by the occasional shrill laugh smothered him, too similar to the roar of battle and the cries of the dying. Moving past a swarm of silk skirts, he spotted a dark, hidden alcove, an oasis from the overwhelming onslaught, both real and imagined. If he could shut it down quickly enough, he wouldn’t embarrass himself. If he failed, all of London would learn just how broken he was. He was an earl. Not a soldier. Never again a soldier. Once the cool darkness enveloped him, he opened his mouth and drew a breath. His pounding pulse eased as the vise around his chest released and his damp skin dried. After another quarter hour spent tucked away, he believed he could manage the crowd long enough to find his betrothed. As any good officer would, he had a strategy. Find her, claim his dances, and then await each one either on the balcony or on the dance floor, if required. Even the cardrooms...
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