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Sunday Snippet: Master of the Opera by Jeffe Kennedy

Sunday Snippet: Master of the Opera by Jeffe Kennedy  About the Book Master of the Opera  Author:  Jeffe Kennedy Publisher:  Kensington Released:  August 1, 2015 Genre:  Erotic Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Booksamillion Snippet There it was again. A whisper of song. A honeyed tenor. Curious, compelled, she followed it down the corridor, passing the various storage rooms, holding their eclectic treasures in darkness. The hallway ended abruptly in a dead end, a good thirty feet past the last lightbulb. Christy consulted her map in the dim light. If this was the right level, the hall should keep going to another set of storage rooms. It didn’t. She retraced her steps, frowning at the map, then at the end of the hall again. The featureless wall hadn’t changed. Had the door been covered over or sealed? She set the map and inventory notebook down and walked back to the end of the hall, ran her hands over it. Not drywall, but solid plaster, cool and damp to the touch. If it had been closed off, it didn’t seem to be recent. Her fingertips caught on a small flaw in the smooth surface and she bent to see it better in the shadowy green light. A circle cut into the plaster, with what appeared to be a set of links dangling from it, like a collar and chain. It was crossed by a whip, the braided design painstakingly worked in. She gasped, then swallowed it, glad no one had heard her. She glanced around, uncannily convinced that someone watched, listened. Unable to help herself, she traced the emblem with her nail, wondering what it meant and why it was here. And why something about it thrilled her, sent her blood percolating with intrigue and a desire to know more. Along with a strange familiarity. A breath of cold air swept across the back of her neck again, and she stood abruptly, spinning on her heels and putting her back to the wall. Nothing. No one was there. And yet … that tenor voice, golden and sweet, sang somewhere far in the distance, too distant for her to make out the melody, but the notes strummed across her stimulated nerves, soothing and arousing. She wanted to find it, to hear it better. The song ended in a soft laugh. And then a whisper. Christine.  ...
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Aug
2

Sunday Snippet: The Demon’s Grave by E.M. MacCallum

Sunday Snippet: The Demon’s Grave by E.M. MacCallum  About the Book The Demon’s Grave   Author:  E.M. MacCallum Publisher:   Self-published Released:  June 2015 Series:   The Demon’s Grave Trilogy #1 Genre:  Urban Fantasy Author contact links:   Amazon, Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes ‘N Noble, Goodreads, Kobo, Smashwords Snippet   “Aidan,” I insisted in a whisper. A few car lengths north of the Chevy a stereo crackled to life. An echoing voice sang followed by a choir of voices that doo de doo’ed in the background. The slow song sounded like something from the 1950’s. Read and I exchanged a curious glance as the echoing main voice mentioned a game. Read pulled his hand from mine and we both wiped our slick palms on our jeans. “What is it?” I asked Aidan. “What should we be looking for?” He didn’t answer, his eyes kept wandering to the cars then down the street and to the motorbikes. Read’s shoulders sagged, exasperated. He looked ready to say something when the roar of an engine smothered the music as well as my yelp. It stopped Read cold. Aidan jumped and grabbed my arm as if I were the one to save him. Craning my neck to see if there was a single vehicle taking up the roadway, I saw none. It had been so loud I couldn’t pinpoint the direction it came from. The music began to take over the street once more, a new song erupting from the crackling speakers. Between shallow breaths, Aidan said, “come on.” Before Read or I could question him, Aidan stood up and started in long, purposeful strides, the kind that was harder to stop. Read nudged me to move, or rather shoved me. Panicked, we hurried to Aidan. Looking to him, our pace quickened to keep up. Aidan stared straight ahead. His lean figure was rigid, but he hadn’t slowed. Keeping close to the buildings, we passed the occupied car playing music. I could see three teenage boys inside. The muffled vintage music carried through the window. I felt the scream choke in my throat as we passed. The passengers didn’t have eyes. Their shapeless pale faces lacked not only the eyes but also mouths. The skin where lips should be had stretched horizontally, sealing any opening. The only portion of their faces that was noticeable was the lump of their nose—without nostrils. Even their hair was all the same color, styled the same, with a part in the middle, and they wore...
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Jul
26

Sunday Snippet: Under Contract by Jeffe Kennedy

Sunday Snippet: Under Contract by Jeffe Kennedy  About the Book Under Contract   Author:  Jeffe Kennedy Publisher:   Carina Press Released:  July 13, 2015 Series:   Falling Under #3 Genre:  Erotica Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes ‘N Noble, Carina Press, iBooks, Kobo REVIEW HERE Snippet Ignoring her questioning look, he took out the length of gold chain he’d put in his jacket pocket, and clipped it over the thin bracelet she wore, watching her expression. Seeming shocked, she stared at it. “What’s this for?” “Discreet restraint,” he reminded her. “Turn your back.” Steadying herself with a hand that shook slightly on the seat, she pivoted away from him, showing him her lovely bare shoulders and the nape of her neck so exquisitely exposed by the new haircut. Threading the chain up through the torque, he looped it once, then ran his hand down her arm and clipped the end to the other bracelet. It made a stirring sight, the graceful drape of the chains from the collar down to her wrists. She breathed unevenly. Clearly rocked by this but also aroused, as he’d hoped she would be. He pressed another kiss to her shoulder and she shivered. “You can put your jacket back on,” he murmured and, since it wouldn’t show there, nipped her shoulder so she jumped and arched her back, taking in a long breath. She reminded him of those tea roses that slowly unfurl in hot water, going from closed and brittle to ravishingly lovely. He’d make things even hotter for her and they’d find out just how she’d bloom. It surprised him that she hadn’t opted in for any sexual satisfaction. She had to be wanting it, judging by how he’d left her the day before. Intriguing, really, that she held out on that, which gave him food for thought. And only made him want to tease her even more, to find her breaking point. Frowning a little, she eased the long sleeves up her arms again, her expression shifting with her realization that the chains would be hidden underneath the stiff material. He helped her adjust the high collar of the jacket and enjoyed the rise and fall of her cleavage as she fastened the buttons. Then she cocked her head, accepting the wine he handed her again. “What’s the point? They don’t actually restrain me.” “But you feel them there.” “True.” “And I know they’re there.” He picked up her hand and slid his finger along the...
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Jul
19

Sunday Snippet: Back to Us by Christi Barth

Sunday Snippet: Back to Us by Christi Barth  About the Book Back to Us  Author:  Christi Barth Publisher:   Carina Press Released:  July 13, 2015 Series:   Shore Secrets Trilogy #3 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Amazon Author Page, Blog, Facebook, Goodreads, Pinterest, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes ‘N Noble, Carina Press, iBooks Snippet “How about we save costumes and toys until we have just regular sex once?” Ward slapped his hands together, as if wiping her request off of them. “Sorry. I can’t downgrade my performance to regular. Can’t dial it back to anything less than mind-blowing.” “Big talk.” “Big everything.” Piper burst into laughter. They’d survived the serious talk, cleared the air and come out the other side. Ward definitely had the right idea for the evening. Relaxing with him was the perfect way to end the day. It didn’t take any effort at all to picture them just like this three months in the future. Or three years. It made for an enticing vision. An aborted dream come true. One she’d given up on, but always craved. “How about we start with a really big pizza, and go from there?” “Already ordered on the way over here. Sausage, pepperoni and mushroom, like always.” He looked at his watch. “Should be here in ten minutes.” Just enough time to put into action her put-more-effort-into-this-relationship plan. Well, it was more of a single bullet point at this moment, because she had no plan. Yet. But she had to start somewhere. So she crooked her foot around Ward’s hip and dug in, urging him closer. It didn’t take much. With one foot on the floor, he scooted up to prop himself alongside her. Propped his head on his fist and threw a leg across hers. “Yes?” “I’ve got an idea how we can kill those ten minutes.” He rubbed the cold bottle down the length of her arm, sprouting goose bumps in its path. “I’ve got one, too. Want to compare?” “Not really. I’m not in a talking mood anymore.” “Makes this a red-letter day.” The damp bottle moved to the sliver of belly exposed between her top and her skirt. Ward’s leg was the only thing that kept her from bowing off the cushions at the sensation. “Since when doesn’t Piper Morrissey have a stream of thoughts coming out of her mouth?” “Since you drive them all out of my brain.” The sentence ended in a gasp as his tongue trailed across the line of condensation left by the...
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Jul
12

Sunday Snippet: The Espionage Effect by Kat Bastion and Stone Bastion

Sunday Snippet: The Espionage Effect by Kat Bastion and Stone Bastion  About the Book The Espionage Effect   Author:  Kat Bastion and Stone Bastion Publisher:   Self-published Released:  July 14, 2015 Genre:  Romantic Suspense / Action-Adventure Romance / Erotic Romance (sensual, explicit, sexual awakening) Author contact links:   Blog, Facebook, Newsletter, Kat’s Twitter, Stone’s Twitter, Kat’s Website Purchase links:  Amazon, iBooks, Kobo Snippet When I reentered the suite’s bedroom area, Alec reached over and dropped the hotel phone’s handset into its molded plastic cradle with a jostling clunk. He glanced up at me. “Twenty-two minutes.” I tilted my head, observing the imposing man who no longer sat on the edge of the bed. He’d stretched out into the middle of it, rolling onto his back after ending the call. Still dangerously shirtless, he’d now gone shoeless. Only his cargo pants remained. My gaze scanned back up to meet his. “How precise. Not twenty or twenty-five, but twenty-two minutes. They’ve got that delivery down to a science.” “Precise is good. Gives me plenty of time.” He flattened his hand and patted a spot beside him on the rumpled white duvet three times. I stared at the golden skin on the back of his hand. At the loaded indentation beneath it. A sensual invitation. Not an expectation. For once in my life, I maintained control with a simple choice before me: agree to obey the unspoken suggestion…or not. Every cell in my body hummed to life, wanting what the mysterious stranger who’d stumbled into my world seemed to want in equal measure right along with me. Before a conscious decision filtered into my brain, my weight shifted to the balls of my feet. Cool sheets met my knees. My gaze locked on to his, and the sizzling connection affected me on a visceral level, like he didn’t just see me—he saw right through me, down to every last dark secret and untapped desire. And instead of his blatant stare into the very heart of me feeling threatening, I found the action soothing. One lost spinning soul finally stabilized by another. Drawn in by its undeniable gravity. Not wanting…not even trying…to escape. With efficient movements, I settled beside him, feeling the heavy weight of his watchful gaze. It scoured over every inch of my skin, heating the surface as if he commanded my blood to rush there. He didn’t ask me to remove my skimpy boxers or thin cotton tank top, but his attention drifted to my breasts. My thoughts went along for the ride, prisoner to his,...
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Jul
5

Sunday Snippet: Rarity from the Hollow by Robert Eggleton

Sunday Snippet: Rarity from the Hollow by Robert Eggleton  About the Book Rarity from the Hollow   Author:  Robert Eggleton Publisher:   Dog Horn Publishing Released:  June 2012, rereleased June 2015 Series:   Lacy Dawn Adventures #1 Genre:  Romantic Science Fiction Fantasy Author contact links:   Dog Horn Publishing, Facebook, Goodreads, Lacy Dawn Adventures,  Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes ‘N Noble, Inpress Books, Mediander, Snippet Cozy in Cardboard  Inside her first clubhouse, Lacy Dawn glanced over fifth grade spelling words for tomorrow’s quiz at school.  She already knew all the words in the textbook and most others in any human language. Nothing’s more important than an education. The clubhouse was a cardboard box in the front yard that her grandmother’s new refrigerator had occupied until an hour before.  Her father brought it home for her to play in. The nicest thing he’s ever done. Faith lay beside her with a hand over the words and split fingers to cheat as they were called off.  She lived in the next house up the hollow…. All she needs is a little motivation.  Before they had crawled in, Lacy Dawn tapped the upper corner of the box with a flashlight and proclaimed, “The place of all things possible — especially you passing the fifth grade so we’ll be together in the sixth.” Please concentrate, Faith.  Try this one…. Faith turned her open spelling book over, which saved its page, and rolled onto her side.  Lacy Dawn did the same and snuggled her back against the paper wall.  Face to face — a foot of smoothness between — they took a break.  The outside was outside. At their parents’ insistence, each wore play clothing — unisex hand-me-downs that didn’t fit as well as school clothing.  They’d been careful not to get muddy before crawling into the box.  They’d not played in the creek and both were cleaner than the usual evening.  The clubhouse floor remained an open invitation to anybody who had the opportunity to consider relief from daily stressors. “How’d you get so smart, Lacy Dawn?  Your parents are dumb asses just like mine.” “You ain’t no dumb ass and you’re going to pass the fifth grade.” “Big deal — I’m still fat and ugly,” Faith said. “I’m doing the best I can.  I figure by the time I turn eleven I can fix that too.  For now, just concentrate on passing and don’t become special education.  I need you.  You’re my best friend….” …The new clubhouse was a sacred place where nothing was supposed to hurt....
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Jul
2

Sunday Snippet: Scandalous Intentions by Amanda Mariel

Sunday Snippet: Scandalous Intentions by Amanda Mariel This week we have a special THURSDAY addition of…  About the Book Scandalous Intentions  Author:  Amanda Mariel Publisher:   Three Worlds Press Released:  June 18, 2015 Series:   Ladies and Scoundrels #2 Genre:  Historical Romance Author contact links:   Amazon, Blog, Email, Facebook, Goodreads, Newsletter, Street Team, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  All Romance, Amazon, Amazon UK, Kobo Snippet Sarah pushed out a sigh as Lord Luvington lead her toward a stone bench nestled among the lush green hedge. “Shall we sit for a moment? I wish to explain.” He pressed his arm against her hand then loosened it again. She looked away. “Very well. Though I cannot imagine what you might say to change things.” Sarah hesitated for a moment, reluctant to release her grip on him before she lowered herself onto the bench. The stone’s cool exterior seeped through her skirts, a welcome contrast to the warmth radiating through her. She rested one hand on her lap and waved her fan with the other. Lord Luvington positioned himself on the bench a smidgen closer than was proper, angling himself so that he faced her. The fresh spring scents of foliage and flowers took on a heady intensity. She stared fixedly at the hedge in front of her. Her face flamed though she could not credit it to the heat of the atmosphere. She needed to take control of the situation before it swept her away. “Speak your piece and be done with it. I do not wish to linger here over long.” He flashed a toe-curling grin just before she glanced away. “What I said in the park was the truth. Is the truth. But there is more to it than just my need of a respectable wife.” “Do tell.” She lowered her fan to her lap, its ribbons trailing in the breeze, and locked her gaze with his. “I have come to care for you, admire you, even. You’re a fascinating and attractive woman.” She plucked at her satin skirts as the heat climbed back into her face. “It is true that I will not inherit the duchy without a proper society wife. It is the very reason I began looking for one. I shall not deny it, but nor is it the reason I continue to pursue you.” He reached up and brushed a curl that had escaped her bonnet away from her cheek. His fingers left a tingling trail in their wake, and something inside Sarah began to crumble. She...
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Jun
21

Sunday Snippet: Dying Embers by Betty Adams

Sunday Snippet: Dying Embers by Betty Adams  About the Book Dying Embers    Author:  Betty Adams Publisher:   Caliburn Books Released:  August 19, 2015 Genre:  Young Adult (Science Fiction/Fantasy) Author contact links:  Facebook, Google+, Goodreads,  Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Goodreads Snippet “Was it really necessary to be that harsh?” Sever asked Healer as he turned to respond to yet another indicator on the main computer. Healer spun around, ready to lash out at the assassin, but stopped himself. He blinked his eyes for a moment and cleared his CPU. “Sever,” he finally said, and the weight of all the deaths he had witnessed across the bitter civil war seemed to weigh in his tone, “if I were back on Lar with the full resources of the Imperial Cavern of Science, there would still be next to nothing I could do for those embers. Here…with this?” His hand swept out to indicate his sparse lab and jury-rigged composite of human and Larian technology. “It would be far crueler to keep hopes up.” The meaningful look Healer was giving him caused the assassin to tense defensively. He glanced to the side to make certain that O’Beirne was occupied. “Did you want me to take over the task for you? As I am so much better at administering cruelty than you?” Healer shook his head with a dismissive flash of light. “Don’t try to intimidate me, Sever. I have known you for far too long. And no, this duty is mine and mine alone. I was merely fascinated that the only one of us to have yet accepted a name from the humans seems to be the most affected by their suffering.” Sever gave a snarl of denial and leaped up to pace angrily, but there was no conviction behind the waves of irritation he radiated. Healer returned his attention to the maintenance program he was running, silently dismissing the second-in-command. Sever frowned at him, then gave a small sigh. He felt an uncomfortable burning in his core. Usually he did not care what the others thought of him personally. But these were embers. He continued to watch as Drake carefully massaged the amber liquid into the purring children. If what they had been able to gather from Drake’s translation of the fragmented data was right, the little ones had never known anything but pain and cruelty. At least now they were in the care of someone who loved them. They already owed so much to a human who was barely out of...
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Jun
14

Sunday Snippet: Chance the Darkness by L.A. Wild

Sunday Snippet: Chance the Darkness by L.A. Wild  About the Book Chance the Darkness    Author:  L.A. Wild Publisher:   Self-published Released:  November 20, 2014 Series:   The Dark #1 Genre:  Urban Fantasy Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon Snippet I turn to serve meringue pies to the designated table. “Marinus,” I gasp, almost dropping the plates. With burnt-copper hair styled in the same aristocratic trend as two nights ago and a white scarf wrapped around his neck, the look on anyone else would appear feminine, but on him it doesn’t. I take in his black shirt tucked into black trousers, topped with the long black coat. He’s been taking fashion tips from Black. “I’m sorry, mon petite.” He stands from the table of two. “I’ve shocked you. Here, allow me.” He gracefully removes both plates from my hands, placing them onto the metal round bench, as if he’s been waiting tables all his life. I brace for the onslaught of exotic sexual lust because I figure what I felt the other day was more than the chemicals being pumped into the club. There’s nothing. “Have a seat.” He gestures with his fork toward the empty chair opposite him. Nervous, I glance round. There are a couple people milling about, minding their own business, but apart from them, the place is empty. “I took the liberty of ordering you pie,” he states, interrupting my thoughts. I shake my head. Black inexplicably warned me to stay away from the blood drinker. Now, the vampire who is not a vampire happens to be hunting me across Glasgow—during the day, before the sun sets. I thought all bloodsuckers melted before dusk. Just goes to show how much I know. I step away from the table. My hand rubs against the Band-Aid still covering the marks he left on my neck. “Ah, my little one.” He crosses his legs. “I’ve left marks. How very careless of me.” He leans back in the wicker chair. “Perhaps I can heal those for you.” “You can do that?” “I can do many things, Summer Sun. Watch.” Using his fork, he points across the café. “Am I to presume she’s your employer?” An oversized woman, with grey hair wound on top of her head in a loose bun, scurries around empty tables. I nod. There’s a moment of awkward silence as he inclines his head. Jane my employer stops mid movement to sit on one of the metal benches. His eyes glaze over. “The...
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Jun
7

Sunday Snippet: Andromeda’s Fall by Abigail Owen

Sunday Snippet: Andromeda’s Fall by Abigail Owen  About the Book Andromeda’s Fall   Author:  Abigail Owen Publisher:   The Wild Rose Press Released:  December 10, 2014 Series:   Shadowcat Nation #1 Genre:  Paranormal Romance (PG-13 rating) Author contact links:   Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter, Website & Blog Purchase links:  Amazon, Apple, Barnes ‘N Noble, Kobo, The Wild Rose Press Snippet Many minutes later, satisfied that she was alone and that no one was coming for her… yet… Andie moved towards the door. Cracking it open a hair, she looked down and saw a long stretch of closed doorways in both directions. Based on the layout of the building and the location of the window, she determined she needed to go to her right. Andie tensed to open the door all the way and then froze in place when a deep male voice sounded from directly behind her. “Stop where you are.” Andie tensed, adrenaline pumping through her body as swear words went off like fireworks inside her head. Only her years of training kept her from panicking outright. She didn’t move by so much as a twitch as she waited to see if he would attack or talk it out. “Close the door,” the deep voice continued. “And then turn slowly and face me.” Andie rose, taking care to keep her wounded arm from view. If she could keep the evidence of her fall from grace hidden, she’d have a better shot at surviving the encounter and making it to the Alpha. If she could get to him and explain, then maybe she had a chance. Once she was facing her new opponent, she tried to take measure of him. The room was dim, and she dared not shift, not even just her eyes, in case he took it the wrong way and attacked. She couldn’t tell much about him other than that he was very tall. At five-foot-nothing she always had to look up, but with this guy she had to look way, way up to try to see his face. He would be a big mountain lion in his cat form, even for a male. The stranger said nothing for several long moments, holding eerily still, his eyes taking in every detail. Andie didn’t move or speak. She knew he was sizing her up just as she was assessing him. She also knew what he’d see—a slip of a girl who’d inherited her mother’s bronzed Brazilian beauty. Male cougar shifters rarely saw what she really was and frequently underestimated...
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