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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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Feb
12

Sunday Snippet: Chase Me by Farrah Rochon

Sunday Snippet: Chase Me by Farrah Rochon  About the Book Chase Me    Author:  Farrah Rochon Publisher:   Nicobar Press Released:  January 24, 2017 Series:   Holmes Brothers #4 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon, iBooks REVIEW LINK Snippet: The shower stopped the minute Indina disconnected the call. Moments later, the bathroom door opened and Griffin Sims walked out, wiping his face with a plush cranberry-colored towel. There was another towel wrapped around his waist, hanging low on his hips. His chiseled dark brown chest glistened with specks of moisture. Indina tracked a water droplet that traveled down his torso to the smattering of curly hair that trailed from his bellybutton to below the towel. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and damn near whimpered. Griffin stopped short when he spotted her. “You’re still here?” “I’m sorry,” Indina said, rising from where she’d sat on the edge of his bed. “I got a phone call that I had to take just as I started getting dressed.” “No need to apologize. It’s just that you’re usually gone by the time I get out of the shower.” Her eyes roamed over his muscular back and shoulders as he walked over to the dresser. She didn’t know where he found the time to go to the gym, but she appreciated the way he took care of his body. “Are you still nervous about today?” Griffin asked. He turned to her, holding the pair of heather gray boxer briefs he’d retrieved from the dresser. He dropped the towel and Indina couldn’t hold back the whimper this time. She had explored the heavy weight between his legs with her tongue just an hour ago, yet her mouth still watered at the sight of it. She just stood there and marveled at his beauty as he pulled the briefs up his well-toned legs. “Indina,” Griffin called. She blinked several times. “Wait. What?” A knowing grin curled up the side of his mouth. “I asked if you were still nervous about today?” “A little, but at least I’m no longer tense.” “Happy I could help with that,” he said. His deep chuckle reverberated along her nerve-endings, straight down to that spot between her legs he’d pleasured this morning. Over the last eight months, she’d relied on Griffin for that particular kind of pleasurable help on a regular basis. They’d met a little over a year ago, when Indina decided to move away from residential interior design and concentrate on...
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Feb
5

Sunday Snippets: Oysters and Pearls by Mitzi Szereto

Sunday Snippets: Oysters and Pearls by Mitzi Szereto  About the Book Oysters and Pearls: Collected Stories    Author:  Mitzi Szereto Publisher:   Midnight Rain Publishing Released:  November 15, 2016 Genre:  Literary Erotica, Paranormal Romance, Fantasy Purchase links:  Amazon, Goodreads Snippet: (from the short story “Bakewell, Revisited”) With the approach of lunchtime, the pub gets busier. I glance up from the muddy depths of my stout and notice a woman standing at the bar while the publican pulls a pint for another customer. Her fingers drum the aged wood—the only indication that she might be impatient for the man to get on with it and serve her. She’s dressed in typical country fare: brown corduroy jeans, beige Fair Isle sweater, earth-caked hiking boots. Probably one of those hale and hearty types on a walking excursion, although I see no evidence of the requisite rucksack and walking sticks. She shrugs her heavy brown coat from her shoulders and whips off her plaid scarf, which—surprise, surprise—has brown woven into it. Wild waves of chestnut hair. Creamy skin. A rosy blush on the cheek turned toward me. I stop breathing. It can’t be. It can’t. But it is. Drink in hand, she turns around, apparently searching for a suitable place to drop her over-garments and partake of her half pint of what looks to be cider. A ray of sun from the window by my head catches on the contents of her glass, turning it to liquid gold. She spies me at my lone table and her eyes widen. “Um, aren’t you—” “Yes.” Without waiting for an invite, she settles into the chair adjacent to mine. The chair with the wooden seat made shiny by generations of pub-crawling bottoms is now being made shiny by hers. The thought causes a fluttering that begins in my abdomen and spreads lower and lower until I have to cross my legs within the confined space to quash it. “You all right? It’s been so long…” Mundane words, but nevertheless exciting. Her accent still has the north in it—that curious Derbyshire-Yorkshire crosshatching with the dropped thes, and the sommats in place of the somethings. But then, she probably never left here. I nod. I don’t need to be reminded of how long it has been. The evidence shows in my face. My eyes. Not hers though. She’s still beautiful. Still young. Even after two decades I can taste my desire for her. It’s as strong as it was when we picnicked among the dead of Bakewell. I...
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Jan
29

Sunday Snippet: Legacy of Lies by Jillian David

Sunday Snippet: Legacy of Lies by Jillian David  About the Book Legacy of Lies    Author:  Jillian David Publisher:   Crimson Romance Publishing Released:  November 14, 2016 Series:   Hell’s Valley #1 Genre:  Paranormal Western Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Newsletter, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Goodreads REVIEW Snippet: One boot toed the gravel. “You think we could try another dinner together sometime?  Minus the dumbass?”
 Sara’s heart stumbled two beats. “Like a date?” she blurted. “Even after what Hank—” Garrison grimaced. “Anything that man says, I tend to think the exact opposite. He’s not worth the oxygen wasted to speak his name.” “True.” Puffs of vapor drifted up between them as they breathed.
“So, then,” he said. “Dinner later? A … date?” “Uh, sure. Yes.” Typing his number, she texted him her info. Her stuttering heart continued to trip along.
There wasn’t much to do, but she didn’t want to leave. Not yet. The silence stretched for too long. He tilted his hat up an inch with his thumb. “I’d like to give you a kiss good night, if you’d oblige.” Back on its feet, her heart now scampered in place. “Okay,” she whispered. He moved forward until his body heat reached her exposed face and neck. The scent of good food, leather, and hardworking man blended in a heady mixture.
“It’s been a while, so I may be rusty.” His low voice sent jolts of anticipation down her spine. Her lips waited, just a few cruel inches away from his mouth … was this some kind of evil torture? Would she have to wait, a millimeter from heaven, while she froze to death? No thank you. Never let it be said that Sara couldn’t take charge of an iffy situation when the chips were down. Or help knock some rust off a fellow. She grabbed his sheepskin and leather jacket lapels, yanking him toward her as she stood on tiptoes. When their lips met, a zap of holy wow shot clear to her feet, then returned to settle in her pelvis, swirling in the most delightful way. The heat from his mouth flowed like warm liqueur through her body. After a moment, her calves protested the height difference, and she staggered back a step. Her hands remained clamped onto his jacket. She licked her lips, her taste buds instantly craving more of his spicy male essence. A comparison between the taste of his lips and the rest of his body would be fine, too. “Yes, well. So there you go, no...
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Jan
22

Sunday Snippet: Messing With Magic by James Wearne

Sunday Snippet: Messing With Magic by James Wearne  About the Book Messing with Magic    Author:  James Wearne Publisher:   Wild Rose Press Released:  October 12, 2016 Series:   Lynx Sommerton #1 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Indigo, Wild Rose Press Snippet: Ordering two glasses of the house Chablis, we took our drinks to the table where Tablet was sitting. Andy had to duck to avoid hitting his head on the low roof. Tablet saw us, and his lip curled up on one side. “Andy. Why you bringing the cozzers?” Tablet raised his portly frame, half out of his seat, and then plopped back down, when he realized any attempt to leave would have to involve squirming around us both. I wondered why criminals recognized me as the law, but no one else had a clue. It wasn’t fair. I constantly had to flash my ID to get a modicum of respect, but the moment someone from the shady side spotted me, they instantly guessed my profession. Andy grabbed a chair, spun it around, and straddled it to face Tablet, and placed his wine upon the table. “Relax Tablet. This is Lynx. She isn’t here to arrest you.” “I’m not scared of her, you idiot!” Tablet gave me a desultory glance up and down. “I’m scared to be seen talking to the Law. Half my business would walk out on me if they thought I played both sides.” Andy pointed one finger at Tablet. “Listen you fat muppet, forget about her. I got gypped on the Gallery job, and I want some answers.” Tablet shook his head. “No you don’t.” Andy’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, no I don’t? Yes, I do.” Tablet pointedly took a big swig of wine and swished it around his mouth. He narrowed his eyes at Andy. “No. You. Don’t. That’s one big can of worms that you’d be better off leaving well alone.” “I need that money. Who set up the job?” Tablet leant back against the wall, tipping back on the legs of his chair. “I like you too much to tell you, so sod off.” I hung back, but with Andy getting nowhere, I put one foot on the edge of the table and kicked out with my new leather boot, pinning Tablet between the wall and the table. The wine spilled and red rivers washed down the table, staining Tablet’s lavender shirt, before the goblets smashed on the floor. Tablet tried to...
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Jan
15

Sunday Snippet: The Edge of the Blade by Jeffe Kennedy

Sunday Snippet: The Edge of the Blade by Jeffe Kennedy  About the Book The Edge of the Blade    Author:  Jeffe Kennedy Publisher:   Kensington Publishing Company Released:  December 27, 2016 Series:   The Uncharted Realms #2 Genre:  Fantasy Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Book Depository,  iTunes, Kobo REVIEW Snippet: A strange sound cut across the ubiquitous creaking and snapping of a ship in full sail running before the wind. Something… animal? Zynda heard it, too, lifting her head in a way that reminded me of a predator pricking its ears into a downward wind. Or prey. I drew my blades, muscles singing from exhausted to hyperalert. “What is it?” “I don’t know. It sounded like a hunting cry. It registered like a wolf calling to the pack that prey had been sighted, but… avian?” Her eyes went deeper blue. “So much for conserving energy.” Scanning the skies, I spotted nothing. Kral came skidding up, broadsword in one hand, a huge knife in the other that, on a smaller man or woman, would suffice as a sword in its own right. “Lookout spotted something strange ahead. Advice?” We’d come a long way, at least, since the battle with the river monster, when I’d had to browbeat Kral into listening to us. He gave Zynda an expectant stare, pressing his lips over the evident desire to ask her to use magic—she hadn’t responded well to the last request. Tala were funny about doing things only on their own agenda, according to their own moral code. Their values were nearly as far from those of the other twelve kingdoms as the Dasnarians’ were, only in another direction. “Strange how?” she asked crisply, all languid ease gone. The tiger looking out of her eyes. “Climb to the crow’s nest with me and see. We can haul in sail to slow momentum, but we’d lose maneuverability. If we’re going to turn her, I’d rather know sooner than later.” Kral was already striding to the rigging, taking time to sheath the broadsword on his back, but keeping the knife out. He climbed rapidly, even one-handed, and Zynda and I exchanged a glance before she followed, climbing with agility. With no intention of being left behind, I followed them on the rigging—after sheathing my blades. I’d rather climb two-handed and have to draw than risk missing a handhold. I hadn’t scaled anything this high since the forest pines when I was a kid. At the very top of the mast, the swaying...
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