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Nov
22

Sunday Snippet: Sanyare: The Last Descendant by Megan Haskell

Sunday Snippet: Sanyare: The Last Descendant by Megan Haskell  About the Book Sanyare: The Last Descendant   Author:  Megan Haskell Publisher:   Trabuco Ridge Press Released:  February 16, 2015 Series:   The Sanyare Universe #1 Genre:  New Adult Dark Urban Fantasy Author contact links:   Email, Facebook, Goodreads, Google+, Pinterest, RiffleBooks, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon AU, Amazon CA, Amazon UK, Amazon US, Barnes ‘N Noble, Createspace, iBooks, Kobo, Smashwords Snippet Rie stared at her reflection.  It was just a change of clothes, yet she barely recognized herself.  The unique black leather fit as if it had been custom made, providing free range of movement comparable to her most comfortable training outfits.  It was on the heavy side, but still soft and supple, caressing every curve while only leaving her arms and neck unprotected.  The oiled steel buckles of the vest glistened in the lamplight, further highlighting her shape.  And the hairstyle was completely foreign.  She thought she might actually look like a native. Her fingers slid across the buttery soft leggings.  Braegan’s gaze followed her hand across her hip. “What is this?” she asked Garran, while she pushed back the heat rising to her cheeks. “Amlug hide. It’s my specialty.  It’s expensive, I’m not gonna lie, but it’s worth every coin, especially if you’re going to be seeing any real fighting.  The pants will need to be hemmed a bit.  They’re not bad, but they should lie flat against your leg, not bunch at the bottom.”  Garran bent and began marking the pant leg where he wanted the hem.  Straightening, he examined his handy work. “We’re still missing something.”  Garran tapped his bottom lip with his finger.  He smiled, and without a word, once again disappeared into the back room. “So?” she asked, daring Braegan to meet her gaze. Braegan coughed, covering his mouth with one closed fist.  “You look…dangerous.” “That’s it?  That’s all you can say?” Niinka buzzed around Braegan’s head while he ineffectually swatted at her.  “Do you have cotton for brains, or marbles for eyes?  She looks fantastic!  Like a red and black tigress on the prowl.” “Like a barbarian princess,” Possn chimed from her perch near the front door, surprising Rie.  The shyest of the lot, Possn usually stayed hidden and quiet.  She and Niinka had chosen to travel with Rie on her shopping trip, while the men explored the city on their own.  Braegan had put up with them, seeming to get used to having them pop up randomly out of nowhere.  Of course, it was a...
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Nov
15

Sunday Snippet: Safeword Protected by Jessica Jarman

Sunday Snippet: Safeword Protected by Jessica Jarman  About the Book Safeword Protected Author:  Jessica Jarman Publisher:   Self-published Released:  November 27, 2015 Series:   Bound  #6 Genre:  Contemporary Romance, BDSM Author contact links:   Blog, Facebook, Goodreads, Tumblr, Twitter, Website Snippet Massive knots forming in her middle, she shifted from foot to foot. God, he was pretty. It wasn’t the first time she’d thought so, and likely wouldn’t be the last. His brown hair was a mess as it was his habit to drive his fingers through it. She frowned slightly—she shouldn’t be noticing his habits. Certainly shouldn’t be noticing his long, almost elegant fingers. Shouldn’t be imagining those fingers on her skin, around her throat, heavy on her tongue. She shook her head, dislodged the errant thoughts and brought her gaze back to Niall, jolting back when she found herself alone with him, his clear green eyes on her. A dark eyebrow lifted, and while he wasn’t grinning as he had with his customers, a smile still flirted with his full mouth. “I came for my computer,” she blurted and nearly smacked herself as her words came out way too loudly. She inhaled deeply through her nose then stepped forward. “I mean, Maire told me she’d given you my laptop to fix. But she shouldn’t have bothered you. It’s an older one, anyway, and now is as good a time as any to replace it. So, I’ll just take it off your hands, but thank you…Mr. Walsh.” Her face hotter than ever, she snapped her mouth closed. “Seems a shame to replace when it’s still a perfectly good machine,” he said, reaching beneath the counter. Setting her computer and the neatly bound cord on the flat surface, he met her gaze. “All fixed…Ms. Turner.” “Ohhhhh…” Her breath whooshed out as if she’d been struck hard in the stomach. Her heart raced, and a roar filled her ears. “…quite a simple fix, actually.” Niall’s words finally penetrated her panicked haze. “Oh, thank you?” She cringed at the questioning tone of her words, feeling like a complete and utter moron. His laugh, low and dark, did things to her she didn’t want to examine, and she had to fight not to press her thighs together in response. “You’re very welcome,” he murmured, turning slightly to grab a paper bag from the shelf behind him. “Would you mind taking these to Maire? They’re the biscuits she’s been having a craving for and nagging me about for weeks.” “Yeah, sure,” she said slowly,...
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Nov
8

Sunday Snippet: Out of Sync by Bronwyn Green

Sunday Snippet: Out of Sync by Bronwyn Green  About the Book Out of Sync   Author:  Bronwyn Green Publisher:   Self-published Released:  October 24, 2015 Series:   Bound #5 Genre:  Erotic Romance, BDSM elements, Contemporary Author contact links:   Blog, Facebook, Tumblr, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, ARe, Barnes ‘N Noble, iBooks, Kobo Snippet James stared at Morgan. His wide gaze kept darting between James’ eyes and his lips, and his expression bordered on desperation and need. It was a much better look than he’d had earlier. He’d only seen Morgan that defeated one other time, and he refused to let it happen, again—not if he could stop it. He tightened his fingers in Morgan’s silky curls and tugged back his head. Giving Morgan all the time in the world to stop him, James slowly lowered his face, but once he touched Morgan’s lips, he was f**king lost. They parted on a gasp, and James wasn’t sure if it was the need for more air or to speak. All he knew was that Morgan’s mouth was open, and he was sweeping inside, tasting the smooth sting of scotch and the warmth of the man he’d never stopped wanting. Morgan’s fingers clenched on James’ arms, but he didn’t push James away. Instead, he just hung on. James slid his other arm around Morgan’s waist and pulled their hips flush together. The groan that escaped Morgan’s lips as their hard cocks ground against each other was the most delicious thing James had ever tasted. Anger slammed into lust, and he kissed Morgan harder, deeper, walking him backward until his back was against the wall. When James had come home and found Morgan dozing on the couch with his computer open and an empty glass of scotch, he’d lost it. He’d thought he was getting through to the other man—helping to pull him out of his self-imposed corporate prison. But leave him alone for one night, and he was right back f**king to it. And the way Morgan had snapped at him had sent James’ emotions careening everywhere. Pride in the fact that Morgan had stood up for himself. Arousal that mixed weirdly with that pride. Worry for whatever had set him off in the first place, because James knew that, as explosively angry as Morgan had been, it hadn’t been directed at James—not all of it, anyway. And concern that this man he cared about was going to continue to trade his happiness for a life of misery and servitude. All of James’ emotions...
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Nov
1

Sunday Snippet: Blossoming Flower by Vivian Winslow

Sunday Snippet: Blossoming Flower by Vivian Winslow  About the Book Blossoming Flower    Author:  Vivian Winslow Publisher:   Self-published Released:  October 19, 2015 Series:   Wildflowers #1 Genre:  New Adult Romance Author contact links:  Amazon, Facebook, Goodreads, Google+, Instagram, Pinterest, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes ‘N Noble, Goodreads, iTunes, Kobo Snippet Flor throws herself into work the next week, trying her best to forget about that touch. She does what she can to keep Paco and his inviting eyes at arms’ length as well. What for? She chides herself. In case Collin accepts her invitation for coffee? Even she has to laugh at that. But what then? It’s only ten weeks until she leaves for Smith. Ten weeks isn’t a lot of time, but when you’re young, it’s certainly long enough to try to get to know someone. “Are you interested in coming over tonight?” Paco asks Flor as she helps him sort out semen samples in the lab. She closes the door to the small fridge and smiles. “To watch a movie?” He chuckles and removes his gloves. Leaning toward her he says, “I was thinking along the lines of wine and music. But if you prefer a movie . . . .” Flor shakes her head. “No to the movie?” Paco asks, running his hands through his thick hair. Flor watches, mesmerized by his smooth manner. “I don’t get it, Flor. One moment, I think you’d like to get to know me, then the next, you act like you don’t.” He steps toward her. She remains frozen, his gaze holding her in place, her eyes watching his gorgeous lips move. What did he just say? “Usually I can tell when a woman is attracted to me, but you, I get mixed signals.” He reaches out and runs a finger along the back of her hand. Nope, not even a flicker of electricity. Flor looks down and doesn’t answer. But still she’s extremely attracted to him. Her panties are wet, and it’s a struggle to control her breathing. The Argentinian draws his long finger up to her chin. “You are incredibly beautiful, Flor,” he whispers. His face inches closer to hers, his blue/gray eyes searching hers. He wants permission and a part of her is screaming to give it as much as it’s screaming for her to leave. She closes her eyes and parts her lips, knowing it won’t feel right. She wants him to realize it too. Paco’s lips are as soft as she imagined them to be. He...
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Oct
25

Sunday Snippet + Giveaway: Dark Heart of Magic by Jennifer Estep

Sunday Snippet + Giveaway: Dark Heart of Magic by Jennifer Estep  About the Book Dark Heart of Magic  Author:  Jennifer Estep Publisher:   Kensington Released:  October 27, 2015 Series:   Black Blade #2 Genre:  Young Adult (Urban Fantasy) Author contact links:   Blog, Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon Kindle, Amazon Paperback, Barnes & Noble, Books-A-Million, iBooks, Indiebound, Google Play, Kobo Snippet I shut Devon and Felix out of my mind, stepped forward, and took hold of the tree. The blood persimmon was old and sturdy, with lots of thick branches that would hold my weight. I’d always enjoyed climbing, no matter the surface or what I was scaling, and it was practically a job requirement for a thief, as it was often the most convenient way for me to get into and out of locked, guarded places where I wasn’t supposed to be. So I shimmied up the trunk, then reached for the first branch. I quickly went up ten, fifteen, twenty feet, smiling all the while and enjoying the earthy smell of the tree and the rough scrape of the bark against my hands. I might be an official member of the Sinclair Family now, with a thin veneer of legitimacy, but I still liked practicing all my old tricks. You never knew when they might come in handy, especially with Victor Draconi plotting something against the other Families. Finally, when I was about thirty feet up, that distinctive cheep-cheep-cheeping sounded again. I looked up to find the troll perched on a branch off to my left. The creature regarded me with open suspicion, its emerald-green eyes narrowed to slits, another blood persimmon clutched in its long, curved black claws, ready to chuck the fruit at me. Three fresh, jagged scars raked down the right side of the troll’s face, as if it had tangled with a much bigger monster recently—and won. This one was a fighter. Good thing I was too. I wrapped my legs around the branch, making sure that I wouldn’t fall, then held my hands out to my sides, trying to let the troll know that I wasn’t here to hurt it. The creature kept staring at me, but it didn’t make a move to bean me in the face with the fruit. Finally, some progress. I dropped my right hand down to my side and unzipped one of the pockets on my cargo pants. The troll cocked its head to the side, its small, gray, triangle-shaped ears twitching at the sound of several quarters jingle-jangling together in my pocket....
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Oct
18

Sunday Snippet: Bad Angels by Dennis Danvers

Sunday Snippet: Bad Angels by Dennis Danvers  About the Book Bad Angels   Author:  Dennis Danvers Publisher:   Metaphysical Circus Press Released:  October 2015 Genre:  Contemporary Fantasy with a metaphysical twist Author contact links:   Publicity Contact, Publisher Contact, Website Snippet “You’re going to forget me,” Shannon says. “No, I never–” “No. Listen to me. Please. You won’t want to. You won’t mean to. But you will. I’ll remove myself. It will be as if I was never here, never intended to be here. Understand?” “I have pictures.” “They’ll be gone. Undone. Even if they weren’t, you wouldn’t know to look for them. I’m sorry it has to be this way, but¾” “Forget that,” George says and pulls her mouth to his and kisses her. Decisively. “Oh my God!” Zoe screams. “Come quick!” She’s standing on the bluff, motioning wildly toward the river. They run to see, and Shannon spots him immediately, a kid in the water, slipped from the rocks upstream, hurtling downstream into serious, rock-filled rapids, without a boat, without a lifejacket, without a chance, his parents watching it happen, totally helpless. Shannon doesn’t think about it. That’s always been her problem. She can’t ignore it. She steps out of her jeans, shrugs off her beautiful new cape, and falls toward the water in a power dive, using her momentum for speed, swooping low above the water, riding the updraft over the hot rocks, going as low as she dares. She’ll only have one chance. He’s right at the top of the worst of the whitewater now. “Hey kid!” she screams, “Wanna fly?” and his wide open eyes wheel around to her, he raises his arms, and she seizes them, jerking him out of the water just before he smashes into a huge boulder, pushing with her wings for a burst out of there, the water churning with bone crushing force, splashing her face and wings. The boy’s right shoe is sucked from his foot and shoots downstream and under. Shannon clears the water and hugs the island shoreline, and drops him improbably into a shallow still pool downriver where people are already running into the water to rescue him. They all saw it happen, saw the angel save the boy, but they can scarcely believe it. That boy survived by some– some miracle. That’s close enough, isn’t it? Forget the wings. They don’t matter. Now she’s really done it. Angels aren’t supposed to intervene in human affairs without direct orders from above. To do otherwise is to...
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Oct
11

Sunday Snippet: Eternal Blue Sky by Marguerite Mullaney

Sunday Snippet: Eternal Blue Sky by Marguerite Mullaney  About the Book Eternal Blue Sky   Author:  Marguerite Mullaney Publisher:   SGW Books Released:  October 1, 2015 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Snippet Ryder never lost consciousness. It is how she was certain she saw the explosion before she heard it. Blinding white light but no fire lit up the room. The bang that followed left her ears ringing. The pull backwards had begun even before she heard the blast. As she fell, her body was dragged feet first across the length of the lab. Certain flames would consume her, she covered her throbbing head with her hands half a heartbeat before she hit the floor. She did not relax a muscle until her body came to rest. Ryder realized she was not burning alive and the building wasn’t crumbling down on her. Of course, that didn’t mean both those situations would not happen next. She determined it was best to get out of the lab as quickly as she could. Ryder lowered her arms cautiously and managed to get them under her. She pushed her shoulders up from the floor. The middle of her back was pressed firmly down but her legs and feet were free. They were cold with a frigid wind blowing across their length. Knowing she was stuck but uncertain why, she began to look for the cause. She meant to give a brief scan of the area in front of her but the carnage left her gasping and unable to look away. Bataar was on top of Bear. Both men were dumped in a heap at the bottom of the glass wall. Ryder was relieved to see the glass was still intact. Beyond the blinking emergency lights and dust, she thought she could make out the shapes of their three teammates on the floor in the control room. “Ramsey.” Her voice was too weak to be heard over the din buzzing in her head. “Ramsey, were in hell are you!” Bataar shifted as he struggled to consciousness. His body rolled to the side and off of Bear. He managed to get up on all fours with several grunts from the effort. He lifted his head as if to speak to Ryder but stopped with a distinctive paling of his features. “What?” Ryder asked and the man pointed behind her. Ryder swiveled her head as much as she could. Instead of another fifty feet of concrete lab being behind her, Ryder saw only wide-open steppes. Half the width...
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Oct
4

Sunday Snippet: Heart’s Blood by Jeffe Kennedy from the Dark Secrets Anthology

Sunday Snippet: Heart’s Blood by Jeffe Kennedy from the Dark Secrets Anthology  About the Book Dark Secrets Anthology   Authors:  Rachel Caine, Cynthia Eden, Megan Hart, Suzanne Johnson, Jeffe Kennedy, and Mina Khan Publisher:   Self-published Released:  September 29, 2015 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Jeffe Kennedy contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  All Romance, Amazon, Google Play, Kobo Snippet An except from Jeffe Kennedy’s contribution, Heart’s Blood. Fortunately, Nix saved him having to strip her out of those soaked clothes, rustling as she undressed and climbed into her bed. It didn’t save him picturing her slim, delicate body in all her naked glory, but it helped calm the fury that had gripped him at the sight of her kneeling in icy muck, white and terrified, as Natilde berated her. “Are you covered?” He asked, setting her little teapot on the grate to boil. “Y-yes.” He set his teeth at the sound of hers chattering. Taking a deep breath, he turned to find her tucked in the corner of her bed, dwarfed by the mound of blankets pulled up around her so only her piquant face showed, framed by the fall of her ivory hair. Sitting beside her, he chaffed her arms through the covers. “I’m brewing tea for you. You’ll drink it and then you’ll tell me what is going on between you and Princess Natilde.” Her enormous blue eyes darkened and swam with tears she didn’t shed. “Your Highness—please, no. There’s nothing to know. The princess was simply angry that I took her horse. I won’t do it again.” That wasn’t it. Obviously it wasn’t, as Natilde hadn’t given a moment’s thought to the horses since she arrived. “Talk to me, Nix. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me the truth.” “That is the truth.” “You’re lying to me. So is she. Why?” “Please, Cavan.” Nix leaned in beseeching him, seeming unaware that she’d used his name so familiarly. “You can help me by leaving me alone. You shouldn’t be here, talking to me.” “You seem to forget that this is my castle, my kingdom and—after my father and the High King—only I decide what I shouldn’t do.” She jerked back, a frustrated refusal that revealed a surprising glint of temper. The movement caused a lock of her hair to fall across his hand, a sensuous glide of silk. He wrapped it around his finger, somehow unable to help himself, mesmerized by the almost magical whiteness of it against his sun-darkened skin, the seductive texture. She made a small sound...
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Sep
27

Sunday Snippet: Autumn Moon by Jan DeLima

Sunday Snippet: Autumn Moon by Jan DeLima  About the Book Autumn Moon   Author:  Jan DeLima Publisher:   Ace Released:  September 29, 2015 Series:   Celtic Wolves #3 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Books-A-Million REVIEW HERE Snippet Too wired to sleep, Elen opened the wine and poured a glass, sipping quietly as she walked over to the bed. Cormack slept above the coverlet and on his back, with one arm raised over his head, while the other rested by his side. His hair was still damp from his shower, and he wore jeans but no shirt, as if he’d just rested his head and sleep claimed him first. His chest rose and fell with even breaths. She was not one to marvel over physical attributes, but this was Cormack, and his body was meant for pleasure, like a goddess had molded him for her personal divine gratification. His frame was large, and toned, with wide shoulders and a firm chest that tapered down to his hips. His hardened stomach would provide the perfect friction were she to ride him just like this. And as that image flooded her mind, another, more wicked one, followed. It was greedy and selfish, but all her niceness had been used up for the day. He looked peaceful and innocent, but the man was practically immortal after all. Their kind did not die from lack of sleep. They might go mad, of course, but that took a few weeks. And had he not said, do with me as you will? She needed to touch him. That was all. Well, no, she wanted more, but for now that would do. Taking a sip of her wine, she gently set the glass on an end table, and gave into temptation. Starting by his heart, she brushed lightly across his chest, tracing down the indent between and lingering on the valleys and curves of his muscles. Flattening her hand over his stomach, she felt the soft hair that began just above the waistband of his jeans and disappeared below. She had never seen him in this restful state, at least not in his human form, and took in her ravenous fill. Her hand lingered over the button of his jeans. She swallowed, wanting . . . Oh, how she wanted. She burned like molten earth, fed by a need that had been denied for too long. Even now she felt her body moisten and swell just from...
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Sep
20

Sunday Snippet: Dance with the Devil by Angela Dennis

Sunday Snippet: Dance with the Devil by Angela Dennis  About the Book Dance with the Devil   Author:  Angela Dennis Publisher:   Samhaim Publishing Released:  September 22, 2015 Series:   Soul’s Harbor Pride #1 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Blog, Facebook, Goodreads, Pinterest, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  All Romance eBooks, Amazon AU, Amazon CA, Amazon UK, Amazon US, Barnes ‘N Noble, Google Books, iTunes, Kobo, Samhaim Snippet Carrick crossed the distance between them, his powerful stride quickly closing the gap. When he stopped, he was so close Jillian could feel his breath hot against her forehead. She trembled even before he smoothed his hands across her shoulders. Her mouth went dry. As he bent down so they were eye to eye, need sizzled in her belly. He stared at her, an indiscernible expression on his face. “I don’t know if I’m coming back.” For the first time since she’d met him, he smelled of uncertainty. Jillian pressed her hand against his cheek, overwhelmed with the need to reassure him. He hadn’t shaved, and his beard stubble was rough against her palm. “Tell me,” she breathed. For a moment, he leaned into her embrace. His eyes slipped closed and a long breath drifted from his lips. “I can’t.” Tearing away from her, he prowled across the room like a caged animal. She could feel his beast leaping beneath his skin. The pain in his eyes ripped at her heart. She was pretty sure what was wrong. Every five years, the Prides gathered by order of the Conclave. Even the prodigal children were called back. The Elders left nothing to chance, ordering the shamans to send forth a compulsion spell, cloaked in an invitation. Fighting it wasn’t just painful, it was useless. If you didn’t heed the call, the enforcers were sent to bring you back by force. Some Prides took advantage of the summons to hold a Claiming, but never hers. Her father preferred to do his Claimings in secret, hand-picking the participants. Or he had, until now. Jillian moved across the converted warehouse. Even though it was sparsely furnished, the space had a warm touch to it. Several colorful area rugs covered the concrete floors alongside a smattering of brown leather furniture, high tables and barstools. Carrick had stopped beside the bar, one hand on his hip, the other resting on the mahogany surface. The urge to confess and tell him she understood lay heavy on her heart. And she would have done it, if it wouldn’t have added to...
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