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Sunday Snippet: The Crown of the Queen by Jeffe Kennedy from For Crown and Kingdom Duology

Sunday Snippet: The Crown of the Queen by Jeffe Kennedy from For Crown and Kingdom Duology  About the Book The Crown of the Queen (For Crown and Kingdom duology)   Author:  Jeffe Kennedy Publisher:   Kensington Released:  May 24, 2016 Series:   Twelve Kingdoms #4.5 / Uncharted Realms #0.5 Genre:  Fantasy Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Snippet “She’s not the High Queen,” I said, feeling I needed to. Might as well practice before facing the dragon herself. They all stared at me with varying expressions of consternation and shock. Anger, on Ami’s part. “Who else would you have?” she demanded. “Nobody else, Queen Amelia.” I kept my tone mild. “The point is that she isn’t High Queen until she’s crowned. Nor is she Her Majesty. By calling her that, you’re all letting her get away with ducking what she needs to do. There are reasons for these protocols, not the least of which are legal ones. With no one officially sitting on the High Throne, there is no Twelve Kingdoms—only thirteen kingdoms ready to go their own ways again. I’m astounded none of the kings and queens have cited this as grounds to secede. There’s historical precedent for this. We’d have to go to war, conquer them all over again to get them back. I, of all people, am no lover of Uorsin’s methods, but he did create peace. It’s irresponsible of Ursula to risk setting us back this way.” Ash shook his head, laughing in his rough, voiceless way. “Do you promise to repeat that speech to Ursula where I can listen?” “I prefer to be out of striking distance, myself,” Harlan said, implacable, but his eyes gleamed with amusement. Ami sighed. “Dafne is right, but . . . there’s a lot you don’t know. Go a little easy on her,” she said to all of us. Ash rubbed a hand up her back. “We all have our roles. You support her and Dafne can lay down the law. That’s why we need her here. Ursula will listen to her.” I only hoped he was correct about...
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Apr
24

Sunday Snippet ~ Thirst: Blood of my Blood by R P Channing

Sunday Snippet ~ Thirst: Blood of my Blood by R P Channing  About the Book Thirst: Blood of my Blood   Author:  R P Channing Publisher:   Self-published Released:  November 26, 2015 Genre:  Young Adult (Fantasy/Romance) Author contact links:   Amazon, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon UK, Amazon US Snippet My life was perfect. I had the perfect shoes and the perfect friends and I lived in the perfect house. My nails were perfect and my hair was perfect (except on Sundays, it was always windy on Sundays) and I had the perfect clothes. My lips were a perfect red and my hair perfectly straight. My eyeshadow was perfect, my hips were…okay, and my waist…well…also okay. Nothing was wrong in my life. But then there was Jack. Jack was a problem. He needed to go. I mean, when you’re dead, you’re dead! I had told him this endlessly. Somehow, Jack didn’t get it. I mean, I felt sorry for the guy. Sure. Being stuck between this life and the next. But just because I found him, does that mean I needed to keep him? I think not! Sadly, when Jack got that look in his eyes, that weary, almost teary (if his tear-ducts worked) look, I melted. I just couldn’t send him away. Not even Jack knew where he would go after he died. Would he, like, die? As in — dead, nada, kaput, finito, gone, no more? Bye bye, sayonara, ciao, hasta la vista baby and all that? I couldn’t have that on my conscience. No way. I lay on my bed, wondering what to do about him. “Jaaaaaaack,” I hollered. “Jaaaaaaack!” Still no answer. “Jack!” Jack…materialized. His eyes rolled down to the ground. He was making those puppy eyes again. “Jack, I told you not to do that. I told you not to play on my sympathies.” His puppy eyes became worse. His skin was gray and, well, dead. “Oh, brother,” I said. “I have to do something about you. If mom finds out I have another ‘imaginary friend’ — at my age — well, I’d die of embarrassment. But, like, really die. Not like you.” I wondered about this. Would I die? Was Jack a freak accident, or did all people live on like him? Think of the cemeteries… The idea excited me somewhat. “What would you have me do, Miss Kira?” “Knock off the Miss Kira crap. I told you it’s just Kira.” “Yes, Miss Kira.” The dead. There’s just no...
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Apr
17

Sunday Snippet: Exact Warm Unholy by Jeffe Kennedy from The Devil’s Doorbell Anthology

Sunday Snippet: Exact Warm Unholy by Jeffe Kennedy from The Devil’s Doorbell Anthology  About the Book The Devil’s Doorbell: An Erotic Anthology Author:  Anne Calhoun, Megan Hart, M. O’Keefe, Christine d’Abo, Jeffe Kennedy, Megan Mulry, Delphine Dryden Publisher:   Self-published Released:  April 26, 2016 Genre:  Erotic Fiction Jeffe Kennedy contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon, iTunes, Kobo Snippet A snippet from Jeffe Kennedy’s contribution, Exact Warm Unholy. Tonight, my name is Sydney. Call me Syd. She’s easy to dress as she doesn’t worry much about clothes. Plain cotton bra—no underwire because they pinch—and her panties have colorful unicorns on them farting rainbows. Syd isn’t all about the books, she has her whimsical side, too. Her hair is dark brown, a simple square cut with heavy bangs. She wears glasses with thick black rims and a hint of a cat’s eye horn at the edge. All of these things are important because I can’t put too much obvious makeup on her. Syd’s getting her master’s in comparative religious studies and she’s particularly interested in the question of vanity and mortification of the flesh to purify the spirit, New Testament style. I can’t go near the Torah anymore. I go with darker foundation for her skin, not so much that it will look funny when she’s naked, but enough to distort her mouth and cover the putty on her nose—the only features that really show. I go with a matte lipstick for her, the kind that looks like none at all, and add a cherry ChapStick overcoat, then stick the tube in her jeans pocket. Dark brown contact lenses for her eyes, which look intense even behind the unfashionably thick lenses of her glasses. Even without the underwire, Syd’s tits look pretty good in the tight sweater. Enticing enough to reel in a college boy, anyway. They’re always hard up. The college guys aren’t there, however, though it’s a Tuesday again. Disappointing as the thin crowd doesn’t promise much. Maybe Syd will sit at the bar, read a book and nurse her drink. A girl like Syd might go home alone. She doesn’t have to get laid. But I do. After Disappointing Daniel, I need to get off. Badly. I’m restless with it, edgy. Probably I should have been someone else for tonight, to score the really good bang. I nearly went for Caitlyn and couldn’t. Too soon after Tiffany. I still miss Mary. I’d had to force myself to burn that wig, lest I break down and wear it a second time. It never works...
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Apr
10

Sunday Snippet: Reckoning by Veronica Wolff

Sunday Snippet: Reckoning by Veronica Wolff  About the Book Reckoning   Author:  Veronica Wolff Publisher:   Self-published Released:  April 6, 2016 Series:   The Watchers #5 Genre:  Young Adult Author contact links:   Facebook, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, iBook, Kobo Snippet “You have changed my life. Given me hope.” His hand traced down my side, dipped to my waist. Stroked along my hip and down my thigh. “You are light where there was only darkness.” I turned into him. We lay on my bed in the shadows. His eyes, even in the dimness of moonlight, were haunted. It was dark, and yet I could call to mind their deep green color as easily as I could the shape of my own hand. He was mortal and only a couple of years older than me, but sometimes those eyes made him seem as ancient as any vampire. That gaze was heavy on me now. Drawn to me only. “Ronan,” I whispered. But he was done with talking. He pulled me closer and kissed me softly. I savored the feel of lips I could draw from memory. How long I’d studied every inch of that face, and yet so few days had passed since it’d been mine to touch. He drew back. Those eyes, so soulful and all-seeing, remained locked on me. “Why are you with him when you should be with me?” My throat clenched. Carden. My affection for the ancient Scottish vampire ran deep. The bond I shared with him infused my blood. But this thing I felt for Ronan, it went beyond chemical. It penetrated a secret heart I didn’t realize I had. Ronan must’ve seen the thoughts flicker across my face because he brushed the hair from my forehead, as though he might sweep my mind clear. “Let’s run away. We’ll disappear. Live in some faraway place.” His voice was suddenly husky with intensity. “But I’m…” I was…what? In love with Carden? Was I? How was that possible when all my mind could summon was Ronan? “I’m with Carden,” I said finally. We shared a bond—a bond that might endanger me were it severed. He pulled away completely then and rolled onto his back, leaving a Ronan-sized chill along one side of my body. “You’re with Carden because you bonded,” he told me, his voice tight. “By accident. It’s naught more than a chemical reaction. You might as well be bonded to a drug. It’s your blood that calls for Carden.” He swung that tormented gaze...
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Apr
3

Sunday Snippet: The Wolf Queen by Kelley Heckart

Sunday Snippet: The Wolf Queen by Kelley Heckart  About the Book The Wolf Queen   Author:  Kelley Heckart Publisher:   Self-published Released:  December 12, 2015 Series:   The Arcadia #2 Genre:  Greek myths/Fantasy/werewolves/romance Author contact links:  Blog, Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon kindle, Amazon trade paperback Snippet Although she had been warned of Lycaon’s band of misfits, seeing them watching her with cold eyes made her skin crawl. “Y-you are a goat man.” She stared in astonishment at the horns, the pointed ears, and goat legs with hooves covered in thick brown hair. Despite being half goat, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen with bright, slanted blue eyes and shoulder-length dark brown hair, some strands knotted into warrior braids. A belted loincloth covered little, revealing a muscular upper body. He raised a bushy eyebrow. “I prefer satyr.” The other odd-looking people laughed. She opened her mouth to speak again, but the circle parted and a man stepped forward. A hood covered his head, so she could only see glimpses of his face—a flash of fang-like teeth, fierce eyes, and lots of dark hair. She shrank back from the man who looked like a mix of human and wolf. “Who in Tartarus are you, and what are you doing in my lands?” His voice sounded like a vicious snarl. Transfixed by his appearance, she wondered what the rest of his face looked like beneath the hooded tunic. Towering over her, his muscles strained against the dark brown woolen tunic and deerskin leggings he wore. Masculine power encircled him like a god’s nimbus, in the proud way he carried himself, and in the way he commanded their attention, for even his companions stepped back and looked at him with reverence, even the giant who barely stood taller than what glared at her now. Alara eyed his large feet covered in laced up leather boots, afraid he might kick her, his anger at her quite apparent by the claw-like hands, partially covered in fingerless leather gloves, fisted at his sides. All she could see were his eyes, framed by heavy, dark, forbidding eyebrows, fixated on her from within the hood. Ice blue and emerald green rings. Fiery golden flecks. Intense and feral. She would never forget them. He held back his anger, but for how long? “I-I came…” His fierce stare made her forget her...
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Mar
27

Sunday Snippet: A Sudden Crush by Camilla Isley

Sunday Snippet: A Sudden Crush by Camilla Isley  About the Book A Sudden Crush   Author:  Camilla Isley Publisher:   Self-published Released:  February 4, 2015 Genre:  Romantic Comedy, Chick Lit, Adult, Contemporary Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Google Play, Goodreads, iBooks, Smashwords Snippet “Excuse me,” I say, trying to attract the attention of the man sitting next to me on the plane. He ignores me. I try again. “Um, excuse me?” I have to sort this out before we take off. Nothing. Is he brushing me off on purpose? I decide to gently tap my index finger on his shoulder. “Um, sir, excuse me…” This time I get a brusque, “Yes?” back. I start my pitch with a smile. “Hi, sorry to bother you—” “Then don’t.” I’m taken aback by this guy’s rudeness, but not enough to desist. “Sorry again. It will take only a minute, I promise.” He rolls his eyes in an exaggerated gesture, but I ignore his body language and continue. I have to try. “I got married today,” I say with a dreamy, I-cannot-believe-I-am-this-happy smile, “and we, I mean my husband and I, were held back at the reception for so long, the goodbyes took forever, and then there was an accident on the highway—“ “You have a point?” the man interrupts with the same gruff attitude. “Yeah, of course.” I try to keep my cool, as I need to ask this ogre a favor. “My point is that we arrived at the airport super late and there were no seats left for us to sit together, so I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind switching places with my husband. He’s over there.” I point at Liam. The grumpy ogre takes a casual look at Liam and snorts loudly. “Was that a yes?” I ask hopefully. “No, miss, it wasn’t.” “It’s Mrs., actually, and—” “He’s sitting in an aisle seat,” the ogre says. “I want to be in a window one. Anyway, if you ask me, your husband doesn’t appear too bothered with his seating accommodation.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “That he seems pretty comfortable chatting with the top model next to him, not worrying too much about his annoying wife not being there to hold his hand.” “That…you’re the rudest man I’ve ever met!” I’m puffing with indignation; how dare he say those things to me? “You don’t know me, how can you say—” “I’ve known you the whole of ten minutes, and already I’ve had enough. I can’t...
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Mar
20

Sunday Snippet: Chaotic War by Lia Davis

Sunday Snippet: Chaotic War by Lia Davis  About the Book Chaotic War   Author:  Lia Davis Publisher:   Fated Desires Publishing Released:  February 23, 2016 Series:   Sons of War #3 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Authorgraph, Amazon Author Page, Facebook, Fan Club, Goodreads, Newsletter, Pinterest, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, ARe, Barnes N Noble, Goodreads, iBooks, Kobo Snippet Hades wasn’t at all like Elle had expected. Standing on his doorstep, Elle couldn’t take her eyes off him. His silver hair was pulled back and bound by a strip of black leather at his nape. Black eyes stared at her, judging and approving at the same time. Dark magic surrounded him like snakes waiting to strike at a moment’s notice. “She is prettier than you, Nyx.” Hades’ smooth, husky tone glided over Elle’s skin, sending shivers up her spine. The urge to run was strong, but she knew it was Hades’ energy that brought about the get-the-hell-away feeling. Nyx let out a low growl. “All my children are beautiful in their own ways. Danielle is special.” “Yes, I can see that. She is also your most powerful offspring.” Hades turned and stepped out of his home and walked down the path to the main road. The Underworld wasn’t that much different than the human realm. The main differences were the lack of sunlight and green plants. It was darker, the only light coming from the firelight in street posts and the occasional hole to Tartarus in random places. If Elle were still human, she’d find it a little depressing, but in her current state, she felt at ease and oddly comfortable. “Where are we going?” “You’ll see,” Nyx said beside her. Elle rolled her eyes. She’d never been good with surprises, especially if they came from the gods. It was a good idea to stay alert. They came to a narrow bridge and proceeded across it. The hairs on the back of her neck rose. Her senses told her something wasn’t right. The energy flowing in the air had increased. Glancing over the edge of the footbridge, she noted it covered a large gap, a hole leading to the fiery pits of Tartarus. When she lifted her gaze back to Hades, he narrowed his eyes at her then threw a ball of energy at her. She tried to dart out of the way, but she was too slow. It hit her, knocking her off the bridge. Fear burned her gut then raced through her. Closing her eyes, she tried...
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Mar
13

Sunday Snippet: Exquisite Karma by Ann Mayburn

Sunday Snippet: Exquisite Karma by Ann Mayburn  About the Book Exquisite Karma   Author:  Ann Mayburn Publisher:   Ann Mayburn Released:  April 21, 2015 Series:   Iron Horse #3 Part 2 Genre:  Erotic Romance Author contact links:   Amazon Author Page, Facebook, Goodreads, Pinterest, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, Kobo Snippet Sarah Anderson Iron Horse MC Compound, Austin Texas   “Sarah,” Beach’s distinctive voice bellowed from outside the clubhouse’s kitchen, “Come here, woman. Now.” “Yes, dear.” I sighed as I looked around at the group of old ladies getting the food ready for the picnic and said in a lower voice, “Good thing he’s hot, ‘cause otherwise I’d have shot him a long time ago.” “Woman,” Beach bellowed and I knew he knew he was annoying me. “I said bring your sweet a$$ over here.” All the women erupted into giggles as I visibly twitched. Okay, not all of them, a few sour grapes were still pissy that I was Beach’s old lady, but I paid them no mind. I had better things to think about, like the blond epitome of biker hotness waiting for me. A little tingle went through me as I anticipated the feeling of his body against mine, of his scent filling me while he held me close. We couldn’t be near each other without touching in some way and I loved it. What they didn’t know was that I hadn’t jumped because of his bellow, but because he’d chosen that moment to turn on the vibrator held against my clit by my panties. I had no one but myself to blame for this situation. After all, I was the one who’d been online toy shopping while he was away doing ‘club business’ and had bought it for him. What can I say, Carlos Rodriguez was a complete freak between the sheets and I approved 100%. The vibrator began to pulse gently and I big back a moan, trying to keep the pleasure off my face. When I’d given the box containing the panties to him this morning, wrapped up all pretty with a bow, he’d given me such a predatory look that I’d been two heartbeats away from saying screw the picnic and screwing him instead. As he’d watched me slip the special black panties on, his cock had been pressing against the worn denim of his faded jeans like it was trying to tear through the thick fabric to get to me. The toy combined his love of me in...
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Mar
6

Sunday Snippet: Total Control by Tilly Greene

Sunday Snippet: Total Control by Tilly Greene  About the Book Total Control   Author:  Tilly Greene Publisher:   Tilly Greene Released:  March 10, 2016 Series:   Control Duet Genre:  Contemporary Erotic Romance + D/s, toys and exhibitionism Author contact links:   Facebook, Instagram, Newsletter,  Pinterest, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon, ARe, BN, Kobo Snippet Shrugging her big purse on her shoulder, Kat put her coat and scarf over her elbow. She was ready to find a table and claim it for the Faboo Shoe Coffee Crew. It was a ridiculous name, but suited them perfectly. On Fridays she and her girlfriends met at their local bakery and talked. They touched on all subjects from shoes to kids for some. “Your friends are upstairs,” the barista told her with a smile as she made up her drink. “Thank you. I actually believed I was the first to arrive.” The young woman laughed because she was notoriously the late one. Walking carefully up the stairs while balancing her breakfast and other stuff, she wished for a second she’d worn practical boots instead of more serious shoes. They were her fuck-me-now stilettos. A label earned, only she wasn’t sure why she chose to wear them on the big shoe day. They weren’t a sensible choice, but they might be later if she decided to go out with Boyd. As soon as she cleared the stairwell a shouted greeting from the ladies surrounded her. Love swelled in her heart and she smiled in answer. She’d forgotten what was on her mind when she joined the ladies. “Ladies, I’ve decided I’m not late, you’re all early,” she laughed and placed her breakfast on the table. Once her hands were free she walked around the table, giving hugs and hellos to all of them. “Oh my gawd, girls, Kat’s wearing her fuck-me shoes! The black classically elegant yet wicked, sky high, take me however you want, fuck me until I come and make me scream stilettos. What’s going on?” Jamie asked and they quieted down to listen. “When she puts on those shoes, passion becomes a sure thing. You have plans! Snow is expected and you’re stomping around in pencil thin heels because they make your legs look like they stretch on for miles. Spill, bitch.” The beauty of her friendship with the ladies was they were there when needed, and she needed them. A variety of pretty faces looked at her expectantly and she put her problem out there for them to feed upon. Hopefully the answer...
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Feb
28

Sunday Snippet: Craveheart by KT Grant

Sunday Snippet: Craveheart by KT Grant  About the Book Craveheart: The Forbidden Tale of the Loch Ness Monster   Author:  KT Grant Publisher:   Self-published Released:  February 4, 2016 Genre:  Supernatural/Paranormal Erotica Author contact links:   Blog, Facebook, Goodreads, Romance Novels, Tumblr, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, All Romance eBooks, Barnes and Noble, Google Play, iTunes, Smashwords Snippet Upon reaching a bend in the path, the trees and foliage broke apart to show a large body of water in front of her. She stopped at the shoreline, enthralled. It was the Loch Ness! Here the fog wasn’t as thick, and the moon above shimmered on top of the water. Looking left and then right, the vast lake went on for miles. She flexed her toes in the dirt, catching sight of a wooden dock jetting a quarter way out. It would be perfect for her to sit on and splash her feet in the water or dive into and float so she could stare up at the sky and view the stars above. A sense of peace came over her as she studied this beautiful liquid landscape. Her ancestors must have bathed and swam in these very waters! Now, she would do the same. She inched forward to let the water lap at her feet. Not too chilly. It was almost like a bath. She stepped in deeper and the water came up to her thighs. So nice against her skin. Scanning the area, she searched for any humans, or other animals who might witness her here. Other than the moon, there was no other light to reveal her hiding space. It was also very quiet, perhaps too quiet. Come to think of it, she hadn’t heard any birds or insects making noise since coming this way. Shrugging it off before her overactive imagination took over, she walked over to the dock and walked on the wooden boards to the edge, where she stopped and looked into the murky depths. It was pitch black. She couldn’t say how deep it was, but it should only be a few feet. Scanning the area one last time, she drew off her dress and pulled down her thong, leaving them in a heap next to her heels. Another giggle escaped her as she opened her arms and sighed. A slight breeze coasted along her body, making her nipples tighten and the curls guarding her kitty cat flutter. Soon, her whole body would be wet from her dip in the loch. “Here goes, nothing!” she...
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