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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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May
31

Sunday Snippet: The Talon of the Hawk by Jeffe Kennedy

Sunday Snippet: The Talon of the Hawk by Jeffe Kennedy  About the Book The Talon of the Hawk   Author:  Jeffe Kennedy Publisher:   Kensington Released:  May 26, 2015 Series:   The Twelve Kingdoms #3 Genre:  Fantasy Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes ‘N Noble REVIEW HERE Snippet “You’re worried,” Harlan commented quietly to me after we’d ridden for a time, still unrested and fed only from our much-reduced provisions. I gave him a sidelong glance. “Being worried would imply that I lack confidence in our forces. I am…thinking.” He made a snorting sound. “Not much of a distinction. How’s the head?” “Fine.” “You’ve lost color. You need to rest.” “Thank you, Mother.” Harlan raised his brows at me. “Shall I cuddle you on my lap and sing you a baby-sparrow song?” My turn to snort. “What in the Twelve is a ‘baby-sparrow song’?” “Eh, not in the Twelve. I don’t know your word for it. A soothing tune, usually with a lot of silliness, that you sing to infants to make them sleep.” “A lullaby, we call it.” He nodded, once, filing that away. Truly his command of our Common Tongue was excellent. He showed flexibility in substituting phrases for words he couldn’t translate. An admirable skill. “Sing me one of your lullabies.” I had to laugh. “Danu, no. You do not want to hear me sing. Unless we’re attacked by wolves—then it might serve to drive them off.” “Perhaps sometime I’ll convince you to sing for me when we’re alone, then.” “Not happening. And before you ask, I mean both that we’ll ever be alone and that I’ll ever sing.” “I haven’t given up on persuading you.” “Save your energy. We’ll need all of it before this is done. Everyone would do well to remember that,” I added, thinking sourly of Jepp’s bright-eyed interest in her man-mountain. “It’s good for people to take joy in each other. Brandur is most taken with your Jepp. He commented that she’s unusually flexible...
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May
24

Sunday Snippet: Forever Grace by Linda Poitevin

Sunday Snippet: Forever Grace by Linda Poitevin  About the Book Forever Grace   Author:  Linda Poitevin Publisher:   Mechem Publishing Released:  April 24, 2015 Series:   Ever After #3 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes ‘N Noble, Book Despository, Google Play, iBooks, Kobo, Snippet “You still sure it was wise to take two of those things?” Sean swayed on his crutches, trying to bring one Grace into focus out of the three before him. They weren’t very cooperative. “The instructions said one or two,” he reminded her. Them. He blinked twice. The three Graces stayed. They sighed. “Yes, but it might have been better to wait until you were home before taking the second,” they suggested. Sean considered the idea. Then he grinned. “Too late.” “You are so hammered, it’s not even funny.” He giggled, disproving the latter part of her statement. The Graces rolled their eyes. “Come on. Let’s get you into the cottage before you keel over. I don’t have a hope in hell of getting you off the ground in this condition.” “Then maybe you could just join me.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Then he frowned. Wait. He was waggling his eyebrows, wasn’t he? Damn. He couldn’t feel them. He balanced on one crutch and put a hand to his forehead. Shit. His eyebrows were gone! Fingertips encountered fuzz and he gave a gusty sigh of relief. “They’re still there,” he told the Graces. They stooped to pick up the crutch that had fallen away from him. “I’m not even going to ask,” they muttered, tucking it under his arm again. “Now come on, Wonder Boy. Home and bed.” He turned his head and nuzzled an ear. “Is that a promise?” The Graces jerked away. “Oh, for the love of—” They sighed and regarded him narrowly. “If I say yes, will you get your butt in gear?” “Oh, honey. You have no idea.” Sean swung his crutches forward and followed them eagerly across the clearing, bypassing the Graces and heading for the cottage. “Race you!” “Slow down, Romeo. We’ll never make it to the bed if you fall, remember?” He scaled back his speed, but only a little. “I thought I was Wonder Boy,” he said over his shoulder. “Tell you what.” The Graces reached out to steer him straight as he yawed to the left. “You can be Wonder Boy and Romeo if you can get into the cottage in one piece.” It took three attempts...
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May
17

Sunday Snippet: Two for Love by Lynne Silver

Sunday Snippet: Two for Love by Lynne Silver  About the Book Two for Love    Author:  Lynne Silver Publisher:   Self-Published Released:  April 21, 2015 Genre:  Erotic Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Newsletter, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo, Amazon Snippet ONE: His tall frame, clad in light slacks and a short-sleeve button-down shirt, ate up the carpet in quick steps. As he got closer, the happy smile on his face turned to confusion. “KK?” “Surprise!” I glanced at the other woman and held out my arms anyway, giving him a good ole look at the full package, but instead of walking into my arms and dragging me off to the bed inside as I’d hoped, he stood statue still. Only his head moved, rotating from side to side, first to look at me then to look at the other woman. “KK, what are you doing here?” he finally asked. His eyes were eating me up, but the tone of his voice was almost angry. Indira stepped to his side and rested her hand on his shoulder. “She was in the room, Ben. She must’ve been the woman who picked up the key you left for me.” “Why would he leave a key for you?” I finally found my voice. “I’m his girlfriend.” She stepped back, almost pushing Ben into the hallway wall in her haste to back off the obviously cheating skeez, whom I wanted to punch in the nuts. “You have a girlfriend?” “No,” he said. “Yes,” I said at the same time. Ben looked at me. “KK, we were dating, sure, but not exclusively or anything. I thought you knew that.” My heart lurched harder than a snowplow hitting a concrete barrier. “We’ve been together three months. What about all those things you said?” “Like what?” “Like how you have more fun with me than any other woman you’ve been with. How great I am in…” I glanced behind me at the hotel room doorway, where there was a clear view of the bed. Ben’s expression was granite. “That didn’t mean we were exclusive. Look, KK, we have fun together, but I’m sorry if you got the wrong idea. I thought you understood. I mean you’re a party girl not…” He trailed off at my obviously stricken face.   TWO: I paused my blackening of the glossy magazine page, which by this point had several gashes on it. His idea had merit, but no, I wasn’t much of a confessor except...
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May
10

Sunday Snippet: A Fistful of Evil by Rebecca Chastain

Sunday Snippet: A Fistful of Evil by Rebecca Chastain  About the Book A Fistful of Evil    Author:  Rebecca Chastain Publisher:   Mind Your Muse Books Released:  August 18, 2014 Series:   Madison Fox, Illuminant Enforcer #1 Genre:  Urban Fantasy Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, Kobo Snippet “I can’t look around in soul—in Primordium while driving! I would crash.” “You’re definitely going to have to get over that, Madison,” Rose said with absolutely no compassion. “Not while I’m in the car, though. Pull over here. You look for evil, I’ll look for firemen.” “That’s hardly fair,” I grumbled. I pulled over in a turn-around space near a fire station. We both got out. I studied the scenery. A few homes across the road. A lot of BMWs, Corvettes, and Cadillacs zooming past on Auburn-Folsom Boulevard. A field behind the fire station with a couple of hedges and a patch of blackberry brambles. I did my own quick search for firemen. I could really do with a dose of handsome. “Is there some evil, maybe over there?” Rose gestured to the fire station. “Maybe we should take a closer look.” “What would we tell them we’re doing?” “I think your car was sounding funny.” “No, it wasn’t—oh. I see where you’re going with that.” “You’re a quick one.” She rolled her eyes at me. I blinked. Primordium replaced color, daylight, and familiarity. I braced my hands on my knees and stared at the gray dirt at my feet until gravity rebalanced itself. I took a quick peek at the sky. The cerulean cloudless expanse had been swapped with black—solid, unrelieved black. I could still feel the sun on my face, though I couldn’t see it in the sky. For all I knew, I was looking straight at it. I shuddered and made a point not to look up again. Instead, I scanned the fire house. There were people upstairs and something small and white just inside the bay doors. A cat? I turned to look at Rose. She glowed a pretty, opaque white. It was nice to know that not everyone who worked for the CIA looked like they had a sun stuck up their butt. Unlike Kyle, Rose’s features looked like they were cast out of pure white marble, not radiating light. She was also in possession of one of the cleanest souls I’d seen in a long time, aside from my own and Kyle’s. Even if I was dangerously deep in a...
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May
3

Sunday Snippet: The Music of Temptation by Verity Jacobs

Sunday Snippet: The Music of Temptation by Verity Jacobs  About the Book The Music of Temptation   Author:  Verity Jacobs Publisher:   Self-published via Smashwords Released:  27 March 2015 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Blog, Goodreads, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon, Apple Store, Barnes ‘N Noble, Smashwords Snippet He watched me closely as he grabbed the mic stand again. “This next song is for a beautiful new friend.” I felt something in my chest detonate, the shock waves pulsing all the way down to my fingertips. I stood glued to the spot, basking in the heat of his gaze. And just when I thought I might burn up entirely, he switched his attention to the fretboard of his guitar, immersing himself in the opening chords. The song was new; I hadn’t heard it before. The melody was jangly and sweet, quite different from their older songs, the guitars pulled along by Brett’s sticks as they carved out a soft, steady beat. Every so often the drums would explode, drawing the strings into an almighty crescendo before bringing them back down again. Jonathan’s lips brushed against the microphone, breathing a soft static into the speakers, and somehow finding every single nerve cell in my body. “So let’s pretend you let me stay,” he started, the tone conversational even as he belted the words out across the room. “Humor me, honey; let’s make-believe.” His eyes were closed, but in the cock of his head and the ghost of a smile on his lips, I somehow felt as though he were singing directly to me. “And let’s say we spent the day inside each other’s head, curled up together on the plains of your bed.” Alex pulled the guitars up, Jonathan’s eyes fluttering open as he stepped back from the mic to focus on his strings. But then he leaned forward again, finding my eyes in the crowd. “I think I might have written a tome across your body, a story down the length of those beautiful legs.” I swallowed hard and made myself look away, irrationally convinced I would shatter all over the floor if I held his gaze any longer. “Across shoulder and hip, around navel and thigh, a fable to rouse that inimitable sigh.” I sighed and swooned. Aiko elbowed me in the ribs, giggling quietly to herself. The narrative continued, launching into a fantasy of lovers navigating the landscape of a bed together, recording their journey on each other’s skin. Some of it I missed, the guitars vying for...
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