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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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Aug
6

Sunday Snippet: Dirty Deeds by HelenKay Dimon

Sunday Snippet: Dirty Deeds by HelenKay Dimon  About the Book Dirty Deeds   Author:  HelenKay Dimon Publisher:   Ballantine/Loveswept Released:  August 8, 2017 Series:   The Dirty series #1 Genre:  Contemporary Romance (M/M) Snippet: “Alec Drummond.” The name slipped out before Gaige could think to call it back. At thirty-six Alec had been running the company for years, increasing the value and earnings of the family’s dying business well beyond expectations. Despite the public-relations potential of that sort of press, he refused to be interviewed or photographed. That only drove more interest in his direction. But there was another side to the success. People talked about his history in hushed whispers. There were rumors of how he killed the competition—literally. But right now, this close, only feet apart, Gaige saw the man not the reputation. His gaze skimmed over every inch of Alec’s hot body. All six feet—damn, was he six-three?—of him. He was loom-over-you-and-stare-you-down tall. Lean with broad shoulders that slid to a perfect V at his trim waist. His hair straddled the fine line between dark blond and light brown. Those green eyes telegraphed an iciness, an almost soulless detachment from the world around him. Attractive in a rough-and-earned-it kind of way. Not even a little pretty. Certainly not a guy who gave off an open or inviting vibe. But sexy. Like, he would know what to do with his mouth and hands once he had you up against a wall. Yeah, Alec Drummond stood there looking exactly as he’d been described by so many sources. Mysterious, lethal, thrumming with heat and rich as hell. From the perfect black suit to the deceptively simple stainless steel watch he wore. Alec’s gaze never wavered. “If you know who I am I have to wonder why you were reckless enough to break in here.” “You’re not even holding a gun.” That thought pinged Gaige’s brain and struck him as oddly funny after the earlier threat. He didn’t doubt that behind all the proper breeding and those fancy boarding schools and big boardrooms Alec knew how to win a street fight. Determination practically oozed from him. “Me being unarmed is why you’re still alive.” Without breaking eye contact, Alec nodded and the two obviously armed men with him stepped forward, headed straight for Gaige. “Search him.” They closed in, each grabbing an arm. That fast Gaige’s temper spiked and his body pulsed with the need to strike out. But he tamped down on his instinct to slam the men into...
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Jul
30

Sunday Snippet: Life, Liberty and Worship by Tamsen Parker

Sunday Snippet: Life, Liberty and Worship by Tamsen Parker  About the Book Life, Liberty, and Worship (from Rogue Desire Anthology)    Author:  Tamsen Parker Publisher:   Self-published Released:  July 20, 2017 Genre:  Romance (range from sweet to erotic) Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Google Play, iBooks, Kobo Snippet: Paige Robinson didn’t hate people. Disliked them, yes. Disagreed with them, certainly. Could live a long, happy life without ever seeing or speaking to certain people, of course. But the man she’d come to think of as Dick? She loathed him. Also wanted to f**k him into next week, but that was beside the point. Mostly she hated him. A lot. Spin class was supposed to be her three times a week respite from the pressures of her busy job, her demanding boss, and her never-ebbing tension of working for an administration that would be delighted to put her out of a job and destroy everything she and her colleagues had busted their collective a**es to build. It was supposed to be an hour of nothing but sweating through her clothes, letting the pounding music beats silence her worries, and following her drill sergeant of an instructor’s orders That’s what spin class had been, until about two months ago when he had showed up. Wearing the dude spinner’s uniform of cycling shoes, commuter shorts, and a T-shirt, he’d walked in, set up at the bike in front of her, and never left. It would have been fine. Better than fine, really, because he was just Paige’s type with his casually in-shape body—slightly veined forearms, muscular calves, and, okay, an a** to die for—and his beginning-to-thin-at-his-crown sandy hair. There was one thing that had transformed him from three-times-a-week eye candy and potential date to nemesis. His goddamn T-shirts. Why the man had to use himself as a walking billboard for his politics, she didn’t know. It’s not like she walked around wearing her Bartlet for President tee. Often anyway. At the farmer’s market? Sure. Doing laundry or chilling at her apartment on a quiet Sunday night? She’d have her HOPE shirt on, or one of her A Woman’s Place Is in the Resistance tanks. But here where it felt as though they were almost a captive audience, she wouldn’t shove her politics in other people’s faces. Dick felt no such compunction. Today it was Stop the War on Small Business. Monday it had been Keep Calm and Fight Socialism. God knows what he’d be wearing to make her...
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Jul
23

Sunday Snippet: Last Dance by Jeffe Kennedy

Sunday Snippet: Last Dance by Jeffe Kennedy  About the Book Last Dance    Author:  Jeffe Kennedy Publisher:   Brightlynx Publishing Released:  February 28, 2017 Series:   Missed Connections #1 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon Snippet: Marcia swiped at the tablet. “No fighting or I send you two to your rooms. Let’s compose Charley’s. Woman for Man. Lizard Club, a week ago Friday.” “We’re not doing this.” I shrugged Julie off my shoulder and stood, draining my Bloody Mary. “Only sad and desperate people do that.” Marcia narrowed her eyes at me. “Are you calling me sad and desperate?” “No,” Ice said glumly. “That would be me.” Julie and I exchanged glances and Marcia huffed out an exasperated sigh. “None of us are. But you, Ms. Charley, could have any guy you wanted.” “Pretty much has.” Ice ducked the pillow I threw at her. “It’s true,” Marcia agreed, typing. “You’re like the fairy princess of good fortune. So if anyone is going to come out well from a Missed Connection ad, it’s you.” “No ad,” I decided. “It’s too much like chasing the guy.” “Stalking the Lizard Club isn’t?” Ice demanded. “That’s different.” It really was. I groped for a good reason that it was. “That’s just, like, putting myself in the way of serendipity.” The front door opened and Amy, blonde hair in a ponytail, face bright from her morning run, bounced in. “Hey guys! Whose fat cowboy?” I made a grab for the tablet. “Don’t do it, Marcia.” “What isn’t Marcia doing?” Amy wanted to know. Marcia ducked me, turned the tablet off and smiled smugly. “Already done. I’ll watch the replies for you. You’re welcome.” “How did you even know what to say? You need the little code in there—like the other ones. You’ll know it’s me if.” “Missed Connections?” Amy nodded. “Great idea. Maybe Charley’s Mr. Mystery will see. And not against the Rules, right?” “Do you all spend your time thinking up ways around the Rules? Give me that tablet, Marcia.” Amy grinned cheerfully. “Pretty much.” Marcia slid the tablet under the couch cushion and sat on it, looking stubborn. “Dammit.” I grabbed my phone and plugged in the URL, found the new posting. “To the mystery man who kissed me at the Lizard Club – w4m. A week ago Friday, last dance. We knocked on heaven’s door, exchanged a passionate kiss, the clock struck the witching hour and you disappeared. No glass slipper to be found....
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Jul
16

Sunday Snippet: Strangehold by Rene Sears

Sunday Snippet: Strangehold by Rene Sears  About the Book Strangehold    Author:  Rene Sears Publisher:   Brown Dog Press Released:  July 19, 2017 Series:   Crossroads of Worlds #1 Genre:  Urban Fantasy Author contact links:   Newsletter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon REVIEW TO COME Snippet: The last time I saw my sister, Gwen was hugely, radiantly pregnant, and asking me to be happy for her. This time she was hunched over a coffee, wan and tired, while the twins stacked blocks and knocked them over at her feet. As I tried to find the right words, one girl knocked over the other’s tower before she was done building, and a squall of anger disrupted their play, a brief tempest of disappointment that the world wasn’t going according to her plan. I knew exactly how she felt. Shadows ringed Gwen’s eyes, proof of sleepless nights, but a darker circle marred her left eye, bruise-purple even beneath the heavy foundation she had smeared over it in a futile attempt at concealment. No amount of makeup could hide the swelling; her left eye looked half asleep, while her right was haunted, searching. She winced as she took a sip of coffee and I stopped searching for the right words and let the wrong ones come out, the ones I’d been trying not to say. “I’ll kill him.” Gwen stared at me, then burst out laughing, and some of the tension left the knot between my shoulder blades. If Gwen could still laugh like that, maybe things would be all right, somehow. “Ow.” Gwen winced again, touching the puffy flesh at her eye socket. “Oh, Morgan, it’s not Elm. He would never do this to me. It’s her.” I leaned back and tugged at my sleeves, hoping to smooth down the gooseflesh before my sister noticed. There was only one person Gwen would refer to solely by a pronoun like that. Gloriana, the queen of the fae. I had only had the dubious pleasure of seeing the queen once before, and it was not an experience I was eager to repeat. I had never really understood how Gwen could bear to live in Faerie. “She can’t. You’re the ambassador from the Association” Gwen’s lips twisted, as though she’d tasted something far bitterer than coffee. “That doesn’t mean as much as it did.” One of the girls squealed at my feet, and I leaned down to pass back the block that had gotten caught in the cuff of my trouser leg. Dread curled in my...
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Jul
9

Sunday Snippet: A Kiss Before Doomsday by Laurence MacNaughton

Sunday Snippet: A Kiss Before Doomsday by Laurence MacNaughton  About the Book A Kiss Before Doomsday Author:  Laurence MacNaughton Publisher:   Pyr Released:  July 11, 2017 Series:  Dru Jasper #2 Genre:  Urban Fantasy Author contact links:  Author website: www.laurencemacnaughton.com Purchase links: B&N : Amazon : Books A Million Snippet: Dru reached for the door that led upstairs to her cozy apartment over the shop, but an unsettling noise from up front stopped her. “Rane?” Dru turned and headed toward the front of her shop. What was left of it, anyway. Since the Four Horsemen had plowed a truck right through the front windows a few days ago, nearly flattening everyone inside, the place was now a boarded-up disaster area. The fluorescent overhead fixtures were destroyed, so now the only light came from a couple of battered table lamps propped up in the far corners. Plus what little rainy-day gloom made it around the edges of the plywood covering the former front windows. The lamps illuminated piles of broken bookshelves, scattered crystals, and shattered artifacts. The remains of Dru’s entire livelihood. A dark figure rooted through one of the piles, tossing aside handfuls of fragile crystals. As Dru entered, the hunched figure turned, silhouetted by the lamplight. Dark, gaunt, wrapped in a long black cloak or maybe a coat. Definitely not Rane. Dru looked around for any crystals she could use as a weapon. In the nearest pile of wreckage lay her dagger-shaped wedge of spectrolite, a naturally protective crystal. She grabbed it and charged it with her own magical energy, amping up its protective powers until the crystal glowed from within, casting a breathtaking rainbow of lights around her. She held up the crystal and backed away between the waist-high piles of debris. “The shop is closed. For remodeling.” She swiped wet hair out of her face. “A lot of remodeling.” Still hunched over, the figure staggered toward her. The lamplight fell across his lean face and long, wavy hair. He had a sort of old-fashioned handsomeness to him, but right now he was obviously in pain. Half-crazed gray eyes peered out through his hair, accentuated by black eyeliner. She recognized him immediately, even without his trademark silk top hat, the kind favored by stage magicians. Or circus ringleaders. “Salem?” Dru let out a shaky breath and lowered the crystal. “Where’s your hat? I didn’t recognize you. Almost totally zapped you.” He dismissed that with an arrogant shrug. “Would’ve been amusing, watching you try. But I have better things to do. Where’s your fuller’s...
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Jul
2

Sunday Snippet: Moonbreaker by Simon R. Green

Sunday Snippet: Moonbreaker by Simon R. Green  About the Book Moonbreaker Author:  Simon R. Green Publisher:   Ace Released: June 6, 2017 Series: Secret Histories #11 Genre:  Urban Fantasy Purchase links:  Amazon REVIEW Snippet: The only sounds disturbing the graveyard quiet came from Molly.  Her language started out bad and quickly escalated, as she swept her hands back and forth through the empty space where the dimensional gateway had been just a few moment before.  She was trying to find some trace of it with her magics, so she could call it back and force it open, but she wasn’t getting anywhere. “Molly,” I said thoughtfully. “What?  I’m busy!” “Look what’s back.” She turned around, and there was Alpha Red Alpha, towering over us.  The great dimensional engine itself.  Molly glared at it. “That wasn’t there a moment ago.” “I know.” “So what was it doing?  Hiding from us?” I shrugged.  “That’s Alpha Red Alpha for you.” I looked carefully at the massive and never fully understood mechanism, designed to be the Droods’ last line of defence.  So that if the Hall ever found itself faced with a threat that couldn’t be stopped, the engine would translate the whole building into another dimension, another earth, where it could safely remain until the threat was over and the Hall could be brought back again. Either the family here never got a chance to use it, or Edmund did something to it. Alpha Red Alpha: a gigantic hour-glass shape immersed inside a frozen waterfall of gleaming crystal, shot through with sprawling circuits, like ragged veins.  It was hard to make sense of, hard even to look at, as though it existed in more than three dimensions… And if there were any controls, I couldn’t make them out.  Only my uncle Jack, when he was Armourer, really understood Alpha Red Alpha. “Can you magics get us home, Molly?” I said.  I was pretty sure I already knew the answer, but I needed to hear her say it. “Not a hope in hell!” Molly scowled at Alpha Red Alpha as though she was seriously considering giving it a good kicking, just on general principle.  “I don’t even know where home is from here!  You can’t navigate all the different Earths and all their different histories without being really sure of the exact Space/Time coordinates involved.” “And there’s no trace left of the dimensional Door we came through?” “No.”  Molly’s shoulders slumped and she suddenly looked tired and worn-down.  We’d put a lot of effort into...
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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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