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Jan
31

Sunday Snippet: Dirty Sexy Saint by Carly Phillips and Erika Wilde

Sunday Snippet: Dirty Sexy Saint by Carly Phillips and Erika Wilde  About the Book Dirty Sexy Saint Authors: Carly Phillips and Erika Wilde Publisher:   Self-published Series: Dirty Sexy #1 Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance Released:  January 19, 2016 Snippet Samantha’s head felt as though it was going to explode. The pressure, the pounding, the slightest movement increased the throbbing against her skull. With a soft groan, she pried her eyelids open and squinted in the too-bright room. She didn’t recognize her surroundings, and panic rushed through her, kicking up her heart rate. As she glanced around, hazy memories of last night finally filtered through her brain, giving her a semblance of relief, which didn’t last long as mortification swept through her aching body. Not only had she had way too many drinks, she’d flirted outrageously with a gorgeous stranger, and had to admit that it’d felt damn good to be a little bad. She groaned out loud, only to be caught up by a harsher recollection. Her father had completely and totally cut her off, just as he’d said he would. The pounding in her skull increased to epic proportions. Unfortunately, her humiliation wasn’t finished yet. Not only hadn’t she been able to pay her bar bill, she’d burst into tears in front of The Gorgeous One, blabbered about her personal woes, then vomited in spectacular fashion, missing the toilet completely. Then there was the shower, where her savior had stepped in along with her, helping her clean herself up and dress again after. Her utter mortification was complete. Careful not to jostle her head too much, she gently rolled to her back and slung her arm over her eyes to shield them from the shaft of daylight coming in through the window. She definitely needed a few more minutes to gain her bearings before she attempted to get out of bed. Which gave her too much time to think about her behavior the evening before. Getting drunk, on any occasion, so wasn’t her. She’d never been a party girl, and she knew her limits when it came to alcohol—one cocktail and no more. Last night, she’d consumed more shots of liquor than she could remember, but they’d all tasted so good, and she’d secretly loved the fact that each drink had a dirty name. At the time, indulging in a few Royal F**ks, Screaming Orgasms, and Blow Jobs had been a fun and harmless way to thumb her nose at all the rules and social norms her parents had placed on her for so long. But her...
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Jan
24

Sunday Snippet: Her Wicked Proposal by Lauren Smith

Sunday Snippet: Her Wicked Proposal by Lauren Smith About the Book Her Wicked Proposal Author:  Lauren Smith Publisher: Samhain Publishing Released: January 19, 2016 Series: The League of Rogues #3 Genre:  Historical Romance Snippet The footman’s steps retreated, and a minute later Cedric picked up the sound of a lady’s booted steps on the garden path. He heard her gasp when she came close enough to see him. “My lord! You’re bleeding!” Anne rushed over. Her scent hit him, an alluring scent of orchids that was uniquely hers. He sensed the warmth of her hands close to his own as she joined him at the fountain. She clasped his palms and gently touched his stinging skin. He’d become so used to the cuts and scrapes that he barely noticed them anymore. She clasped his palms and gently touched his stinging hands. He repressed a shiver. Without sight, all he had left to make sense of the world were touch, taste and smell. Anne’s touch lit a hint of fire beneath his skin. “Bleeding?” he asked dumbly, too wrapped up with the sensation of silk skirts brushing his shins. His hurt hands long forgotten. Excitement burned in his veins, and that old urge to seduce rose to the surface. He couldn’t recall a time when she’d been this close to him of her own accord. “Yes, my lord. There are bits of gravel in your palms. Did you…” She hesitated to continue. His need for her withered at the pity in her tone. “Did I fall? Yes,” he answered curtly. He’d never needed pity, and he didn’t want it now, certainly not from her. He puffed out his chest and scowled in her direction. An unsettling silence filled the air between them. Anne always had the power to put him on edge, make every muscle coil and tense. What expression was she wearing on that face of hers? Were those delicate brows he remembered arching above her lovely eyes with surprise, or set in a frown? Damnation, he wished he could see her. “Would you let me help you?” Anne asked quietly. “How?” Skepticism filled Cedric’s tone. Rather than reply she tugged her gloves off and grasped his hands, putting them into the cold, crisp water of the fountain, and her fingers gently rubbed and scrubbed at his stinging palms. Then she brought his hands back up. “Do you have a handkerchief?” she asked. “In my breast pocket,” he said. He felt her hand delve into the pocket of his vest...
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Jan
17

Sunday Snippet: Echo by Lorena Glass

Sunday Snippet: Echo by Lorena Glass  About the Book Echo   Author:  Lorena Glass Publisher:   MyInkBooks.com Released:  February 1, 2015 Series:   Echo Trilogy #1 Genre:  Time Travel/Fantasy Historical Romance Author contact links:   Amazon, Goodreads Purchase links:  Amazon, Goodreads Snippet She didn’t remember the moment of her birth. But she did remember—with perfect clarity—the moment of her rebirth.  She remembered every detail, to the finest point, of the moment she was reborn; an impossibility in an impossible world… 1. When the time traveler opened her eyes, she was standing on a beach, staring at the ocean.  The pure, clean smell of the salty air was strong, even though it was raining. She didn’t care. The girl didn’t run for cover (there was no cover in sight anyway).  She just closed her eyes and stood there, getting wet.  She stood there with her eyes closed, listening to the rain, feeling it soak her skin, for a long time.  She may have fallen asleep.  When the girl finally opened her eyes again, the rain had stopped.  Not that it mattered much, since she was soaking wet, in the middle of a vast, empty beach, staring at a vast, empty ocean.  And it was cold. She didn’t care. The time-traveler took a look around.  She was small-statured, petite; her face was wan and pale, but sprite-like.  This impression was reinforced by her unusual eyes: greenish-blue and large, almost too large for her face, with a curious luminosity in them.  Those eyes were haunted by desolation as she viewed her surroundings.  There wasn’t much to see.  It was some unknown coastal plain.  She was somewhere in the past—but where?  When the girl had decided—decided?  No. I didn’t decide.  I had no choice, none at all—to come here, she’d known only that it would be in a time long gone.  For all she knew, she was very far from civilization.  For all she knew, there wasn’t any. But the girl didn’t really care about that, either. She tried to be angry with herself.  Damn you, Karissa, you’d better care!  Can’t you f*cking remember WHY YOU CAME HERE?! Of course Karissa remembered.  How could she forget that?  To find him.  Him.  To see him, to hear him, to touch him—alive.  And even now, after traveling all this way, it seemed an impossible dream.  He was dead.  Death was irrefutable, relentless.  He was dead.  And I’m insane, thinking I can resurrect him. It had been a long time since the girl Karissa had...
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Jan
10

Sunday Snippet: Sibilance by Aria Kane

Sunday Snippet: Sibilance by Aria Kane  About the Book Sibilance   Author:  Aria Kane Publisher:   Self-published Released:  November 15, 2015 Series:   Woodland Creek Shifters Genre:  Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Newsletter, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Goodreads, iTunes, Smashwords Snippet Plain metal shelves lined the walls of the adjoining room. A single always-on fluorescent square safety light lit the corner by another door that probably lead into a main hallway of the facility. The shelves held maintenance supplies, not medical ones. Uttering a few choice words, Sophia leaned against a shelf and scanned the dim room for a lab coat or anything she could cover her naked body with. Her head spun with every motion. She heard a musical sound coming from somewhere and within a second, without any warning, the door to the hallway swung open. The musical sound — which she now realized had been a person whistling with remarkable skill — halted. A man who looked like a doctor on a soap opera stood still, spotlighted by the lone fluorescent. The usually unflattering light accentuated the angles of his cheekbones and strong jaw. His thick eyebrows and flop of dark hair cast deep shadows over his eyes. He recovered first. “You’re hurt.” Compassion flooded his voice and creased his forehead, as he spoke with a very slight accent. Irish, maybe? He moved toward her with his arms held up, as one might approach a frightened animal. Sophia slunk away from him, turning her body and covering her chest with his arms. Her eyes didn’t leave his face, but the movement had made her steps falter. She stumbled back until a shelf caught her. “Ah, of course, sorry.” The Doctor removed the white coat from his shoulders with one swift movement and held it out to her, averting his eyes to the side. “I see naked women all the time, but I guess the reverse isn’t true.” Sophia felt her eyes widen at the statement, but she snatched the coat from him and slipped into it. It was still warm from his body heat and smelled pleasantly of sandalwood and amber. She wrapped it tightly around her and hugged her arms to her aching stomach. “I mean,” the Doctor stuttered. “Professionally, of course. In a medical… ah, hell. Let me start again. I’m Desmond Callahan. Doctor Desmond Callahan. You’re wounded. Let me help...
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Jan
3

Sunday Snippet: Zombie Apocalypse: Love in the End Times by James Dixon

Sunday Snippet: Zombie Apocalypse: Love in the End Times by James Dixon  About the Book Zombie Apocalypse: Love in the End Times Author:  James Dixon Publisher:   Self-published Series: End Times Saga Genre: Horror/paranormal romance Released:  October 2015 Author Links: www.jamesdixonauthor.com , @JamesDixonAuth Purchase Link: Amazon Snippet Four shapes slide through the night. They are ghosts from another time, they hint at a civilization lost beneath the currents of latter days. They are hurried, they don’t know the luxury of leisure. Such luxuries are lost. They too were washed away by the currents, the ever changing currents. They are led by a man. A leader such as dark times birth. He is Michael; this is his name, it is his being. It is all he has left of the bright days. He leads them through the city streets. Streets which were loud and messy once upon a time. Now they are quiet, the wind howls through the moonlight, the broken windows stand dull, empty. They cross a square, they turn right. The stars above shine oblivious. They don’t know the disasters of late, they are too large in this life to know of such small tragedies. Each of the shapes walks with exaggerated caution. This is the gait of the end times, these are the footsteps of man. Footsteps whose tread has grown used to picking their way through civilization’s remains, silent as the night, under cover of the darkness which is their ally and their worst enemy. The debris of yesterday absorbs them, it holds them close. Michael leads them and they are the shadows of their shadows. They are black bundles, Michael has made sure of this. He insists on it. He knows it is futile. The beasts don’t use their eyes with anything near the reliance of their other senses. ‘They will smell us and hear us long before they see us, Michael,’ they all told him. ‘They can smell the life in our bones, they can hear the breath in our lungs.’ He didn’t listen, he doesn’t care. He is a careful man, this is why the darkness has made a leader of him. He has made sure they are one with the darkness. They wear dark clothes. They died blankets with pitch, they ripped them up and wrapped themselves in the lengths, bandaged like mummies. Like the walking dead in children’s stories. Stories which used to be told in the night time to lull children into sleep. Children don’t sleep so soundly any more, they do not stay children for very long....
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Dec
27

Sunday Snippet: Somewhere in Time by Alyssa Richards

Sunday Snippet: Somewhere in Time by Alyssa Richards About the Book Somewhere in Time Author:  Alyssa Richards Publisher: Self-Published Released: December 8, 2015 Series: The Fine Art of Deception #2 Genre:  Paranormal Romance/Romantic Suspense Snippet “Just drive around the block and try again,” Blake noted the clipped edge on his words. His eyes narrowed when he searched the back and side windows, for threats. He’d waited a near lifetime to put this man in prison for making his life a living hell. After today he and Addie would be free to live the lives of their choosing. It couldn’t come soon enough. What he wanted now was the shortest distance possible between him and the courthouse. Uncharacteristically, he was not in the mood for risks. Thomas stopped the black town car one half block from the courthouse. “There’s too much traffic. I don’t think I’ll get any closer,” he said. “I can drive around again if you want.” U.S. Marshal Roxy Dalton held her phone to her ear. Her shoulder-length, blond ringlets were a mismatch to her job. “No, we’ll get out here.” Her light blue eyes combed the fairly sparse crowd and hunted for anything unusual. “I’ll walk you in,” she said to Blake. Blake eyed the gun at her waist when she wrestled her jacket over her shoulders. Then he texted William: on my way “in. He stepped out of the car then leaned in to speak to Thomas. “I’ll text you when we’re finished. Don’t go far. I don’t want to leave Addie alone for too long.” “I’ll just park on the street,” Thomas said. “I saw a couple of spots a block or two back.” Blake looked north of the courthouse and saw two parking spaces ahead. He turned to tell Thomas but he had driven off. “Straight to the front door,” Roxy said and placed a hand on Blake’s back. Blake buttoned his long, black wool coat, then stuck his fists into his pockets and braced against the New York winter. He knew it was as much hate as it was the need to protect his family and loved ones that had driven him to this moment. And he was okay with that price, as long as Otto ended up in jail. All they had to do was get inside and let justice take its course. Blake noticed everyone who passed by them, including the two men who quietly exited their car and caught up to him and Roxy. They appeared to be lawyers or businessmen....
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Dec
20

Sunday Snippet: Deep Down by Mia Hopkins

Sunday Snippet: Deep Down by Mia Hopkins About the Book Deep Down Author:  Mia Hopkins Publisher:  Wild Rose Press Released:  November 20, 2015 Series:   Kings of California #1 Genre:  Contemporary Erotic Romance Snippet Using a tap on the dock, Sam filled a clean bucket with water. He grabbed his openers and shoved the pointed end of the tool into the keyhole opening on the underside of one of the urchins. Sam’s hands were big and strong looking, with long fingers and neat, squared-off tips. The backs of his hands were rough and peppered with scars. His movements were deliberate and exacting―almost like a chef’s. He split the shell, pulled the bright yellow roe, and dumped the spiny shells into the marina. After rinsing a lobe of delicate roe in the clear water, he held it up for her to taste. Instead of taking the uni from his hand, Eve lowered her lips to his cold fingers and sucked it up. For a split second, the rough edge of his thumb brushed against the tip of her tongue. At once, desire surged through her, pounding through her bloodstream like a drug. She almost didn’t notice that he was staring at her as she ate, heat flooding his eyes. “Well?” “Sweet,” she said quietly. “Firm.” He shifted his stance. “I’ve heard that some Japanese people believe uni has aphrodisiac qualities.” Instead of answering, Eve leaned forward and touched his arm where his tattoo peeked out from under the sleeve of his T-shirt. “Lamont,” she said. Sam took a step forward and rested his hands on her hips. He pulled her against him as he leaned back against the closed door of the wheelhouse. She ran her palms against his chest, solid as a rock wall through the thin cotton of his T-shirt. She ran her fingers through his hair; soft and thick and wavy, it contrasted with the hard edges of his unshaven jaw, the cleft in his chin, and his cheekbones. “I want you, Eve,” he whispered. She shivered when his hot, full lips found her neck, covering her skin with openmouthed kisses that burned like a brand. About the Author: Mia Hopkins writes lush romances starring fun, sexy characters who love to get down and dirty. She’s a sucker for working class heroes, brainy heroines and wisecracking best friends. When she’s not lost in a story, Mia spends her time cooking, gardening, traveling, volunteering and looking for her keys. In a past life, she was a classroom teacher and still has a...
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Dec
13

Sunday Snippet: Debris of Shadows Book I: The Lies of the Sage by Tony LaRocca

Sunday Snippet:  Debris of Shadows Book I: The Lies of the Sage by Tony LaRocca  About the Book Debris of Shadows Book 1: The Lies of the Sage Author: Tony LaRocca Publisher: self-published Released: January 4, 2015 Series:   Debris of Shadows #1 Genre:  Science Fiction Author contact links:  Homepage Purchase links: Ebook : Paperback Snippet Chapter 3 “Uncle Benjy?” Benjamin gave the girl on the operating table a reassuring smile as Rivers pasted electrodes to her forehead. Her thick, auburn hair spilled from underneath her blue, elastic cap. Command had chided him for allowing the second–gens to call him Uncle, but the poor kid was ten, barely a year older than Alyanna. What if that was her, laying there? “Yes, what is it?” he asked. “Do I have to get operated on?” “Do you mean, ‘Do I have to go through with this operation?’” She rolled her chocolate eyes. “Yes,” she said in a singsong voice. Benjamin chuckled. He tucked her hair back into its restrainer, and caressed her cheek. She scrunched her face, the golden lights in her irises flickering. “Don’t you want to be a mother someday?” he asked. She reached up. He thought she was going to swat his hand away, but she grabbed it instead. Her slender fingers squeezed his, and he felt a slight electric tingle, even through his latex gloves. “Uncle Benjy,” she said, “what happened to Zeta?” Benjamin sucked in air between his teeth. He had sworn never to lie outright to the subjects. A promise you only keep when it’s easy is worthless, he thought. He glanced at Rivers, the lieutenant’s eyes locking with his. He opened his mouth to answer, when the door of the surgery opened. An orange glow blanketed the operating room, like the final rays of the setting sun. General Jaeger stepped inside, his distended rictus thankfully covered by a paper mask. The girl whipped her hand away from Benjamin’s, and shot it to her hip in a fist. She straightened her spine, as if standing at attention in bed. The general strode to her side. He tilted his head towards her, bathing her in his golden light. “Sister,” he said, his bass voice conversational, “is there a problem?” “Sir, no, sir!” she shouted. “At ease,” Jaeger said. His hairless brow furrowed, as if he smelled something disgusting. “Are you frightened?” “No, sir.” “Of course not,” said Jaeger. “What you’re doing is an honor reserved only for the strongest of us. Is that you? Are you the strongest?” Her jaw tightened. “Yes, sir.” The general patted her shoulder with a...
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Dec
6

Sunday Snippet: Villainous by Kristen Brand

Sunday Snippet: Villainous by Kristen Brand  About the Book Villainous  Author:  Kristen Brand Publisher:   Self-published Released:  September 29, 2015 Series:  White Knight & Black Valentine #2 Genre:  Urban Fantasy / Superhero Fiction Author contact links:   www.kristenbrand.com Snippet “Valentina,” he greeted before I could announce myself. “How about that drink I owe you?” A waitress appeared to take my order the instant I sat down, either knowing the city’s crime lord was sitting at her table or identifying the handsome, well-dressed man as a good tipper. Jean-Baptiste was having a Rhum Barbancourt on the rocks, unless I missed my guess. I nearly ordered the same but then changed my mind. “I’ll have a Black Valentine,” I said. Yes, I have a drink named after me. That’s how you know you’ve risen above the ranks of normal villainy. I mean, do Madame Guillotine or Dr. Grim have cocktails named after them? Well, all right, if you scoured the Internet, you could probably find a recipe for something, but good luck ordering one, because the bartender would have never heard of it. Black Valentines had risen in popularity about fifteen years ago to become a bar standard, and they’d probably stay there long after memory of my heists and murders had faded. Funny how my most lasting contribution to history will be a drink. Once the waitress left, I said, “I sound like a total asshole when I order that, don’t I?” Jean-Baptiste smiled. “I wasn’t going to say anything.” Settling in, I spotted the biggest threat to myself if Jean-Baptiste decided to take offense at my involvement with the DSA. The statuesque, dark-skinned woman sitting two tables over was Amala Kapoor, aka Ember, Jean-Baptiste’s bodyguard and main muscle. Her black leggings and orange tank top made her look like any other single woman out on the town, but her boots gave her away. Ankle-high, thick-soled, and clasped with no less than five metal buckles, they were serious ass-kicking boots. I used to own a few pairs like them myself. Jean-Baptiste set down his glass and shifted so that he was facing me directly. “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you again so soon.” “I couldn’t help myself. I heard the most fascinating rumor about you.” “Oh? I hope it’s not the one where I’m helping the Illuminati give people special abilities by drugging the water. I can’t say I care for that one.” “That’s hilarious, but no, not that one. It is drug-related, though.” Jean-Baptiste didn’t stiffen or twitch...
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Nov
29

Sunday Snippet: A Fighting Chance by C.D. Taylor

Sunday Snippet: A Fighting Chance by C.D. Taylor  About the Book A Fighting Chance   Author:  C.D. Taylor Publisher:   Booktrope Released:  October 21, 2015 Genre:  Erotic Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Amazon, Facebook, Goodreads, Instagram, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Goodreads, iTunes Snippet My stomach began to churn and my heart rate went from a soft flutter to a knocking blow against my chest. I felt truly alone at that moment, secluded from the outside world and trapped in a place that felt as if it could burn me alive just by breathing the air that surrounded me. I’d reassured myself that I’d put the past where it should be, and it was dead and buried. But suddenly I knew better. The past was sneaking up on me again like a sunrise over the horizon. I was helpless. I’d never been as panicky in my entire life as I was during the moment I pushed the door forward and peered into the grubby interior of my youthful dwelling. A musty odor permeated the air along with a hint of cigarette smoke. Even though my mom had been gone for a while, you could still smell the evidence of her chain smoking addiction. The light slipped through the filthy uncovered windows, highlighting dust motes floating through the air. It all reminded me of a grisly suspense thriller where I was in the starring role waiting for someone to jump out and terrorize me. I didn’t want to be there, I wanted to dislodge myself from the nightmare, and run away. I had that choice, but I couldn’t do it, I had to take care of things, and face the fear head on. I wouldn’t chicken out. I squared my shoulders and stepped completely through the door. My palms were sweaty, and my head pounded to the beat of a thousand drummers in a college marching band. I wandered through the hallway and into the kitchen where my mother, father, and I would have family dinners, and pretend to be the happy, loving family that we portrayed to the outside world. The oak table was still there, sporting a ragged tablecloth that my mother had made when I was a teenager. She always tried to instill domestic abilities in me, but I was too preoccupied with other things to pay attention. My father wouldn’t let her work outside of the home, so she spent her time cooking, cleaning and trying to be Miss Suzie Homemaker. She would...
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