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Feb
12

Sunday Snippet: Chase Me by Farrah Rochon

Sunday Snippet: Chase Me by Farrah Rochon  About the Book Chase Me    Author:  Farrah Rochon Publisher:   Nicobar Press Released:  January 24, 2017 Series:   Holmes Brothers #4 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon, iBooks REVIEW LINK Snippet: The shower stopped the minute Indina disconnected the call. Moments later, the bathroom door opened and Griffin Sims walked out, wiping his face with a plush cranberry-colored towel. There was another towel wrapped around his waist, hanging low on his hips. His chiseled dark brown chest glistened with specks of moisture. Indina tracked a water droplet that traveled down his torso to the smattering of curly hair that trailed from his bellybutton to below the towel. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and damn near whimpered. Griffin stopped short when he spotted her. “You’re still here?” “I’m sorry,” Indina said, rising from where she’d sat on the edge of his bed. “I got a phone call that I had to take just as I started getting dressed.” “No need to apologize. It’s just that you’re usually gone by the time I get out of the shower.” Her eyes roamed over his muscular back and shoulders as he walked over to the dresser. She didn’t know where he found the time to go to the gym, but she appreciated the way he took care of his body. “Are you still nervous about today?” Griffin asked. He turned to her, holding the pair of heather gray boxer briefs he’d retrieved from the dresser. He dropped the towel and Indina couldn’t hold back the whimper this time. She had explored the heavy weight between his legs with her tongue just an hour ago, yet her mouth still watered at the sight of it. She just stood there and marveled at his beauty as he pulled the briefs up his well-toned legs. “Indina,” Griffin called. She blinked several times. “Wait. What?” A knowing grin curled up the side of his mouth. “I asked if you were still nervous about today?” “A little, but at least I’m no longer tense.” “Happy I could help with that,” he said. His deep chuckle reverberated along her nerve-endings, straight down to that spot between her legs he’d pleasured this morning. Over the last eight months, she’d relied on Griffin for that particular kind of pleasurable help on a regular basis. They’d met a little over a year ago, when Indina decided to move away from residential interior design and concentrate on...
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Feb
5

Sunday Snippets: Oysters and Pearls by Mitzi Szereto

Sunday Snippets: Oysters and Pearls by Mitzi Szereto  About the Book Oysters and Pearls: Collected Stories    Author:  Mitzi Szereto Publisher:   Midnight Rain Publishing Released:  November 15, 2016 Genre:  Literary Erotica, Paranormal Romance, Fantasy Purchase links:  Amazon, Goodreads Snippet: (from the short story “Bakewell, Revisited”) With the approach of lunchtime, the pub gets busier. I glance up from the muddy depths of my stout and notice a woman standing at the bar while the publican pulls a pint for another customer. Her fingers drum the aged wood—the only indication that she might be impatient for the man to get on with it and serve her. She’s dressed in typical country fare: brown corduroy jeans, beige Fair Isle sweater, earth-caked hiking boots. Probably one of those hale and hearty types on a walking excursion, although I see no evidence of the requisite rucksack and walking sticks. She shrugs her heavy brown coat from her shoulders and whips off her plaid scarf, which—surprise, surprise—has brown woven into it. Wild waves of chestnut hair. Creamy skin. A rosy blush on the cheek turned toward me. I stop breathing. It can’t be. It can’t. But it is. Drink in hand, she turns around, apparently searching for a suitable place to drop her over-garments and partake of her half pint of what looks to be cider. A ray of sun from the window by my head catches on the contents of her glass, turning it to liquid gold. She spies me at my lone table and her eyes widen. “Um, aren’t you—” “Yes.” Without waiting for an invite, she settles into the chair adjacent to mine. The chair with the wooden seat made shiny by generations of pub-crawling bottoms is now being made shiny by hers. The thought causes a fluttering that begins in my abdomen and spreads lower and lower until I have to cross my legs within the confined space to quash it. “You all right? It’s been so long…” Mundane words, but nevertheless exciting. Her accent still has the north in it—that curious Derbyshire-Yorkshire crosshatching with the dropped thes, and the sommats in place of the somethings. But then, she probably never left here. I nod. I don’t need to be reminded of how long it has been. The evidence shows in my face. My eyes. Not hers though. She’s still beautiful. Still young. Even after two decades I can taste my desire for her. It’s as strong as it was when we picnicked among the dead of Bakewell. I...
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Jan
29

Sunday Snippet: Legacy of Lies by Jillian David

Sunday Snippet: Legacy of Lies by Jillian David  About the Book Legacy of Lies    Author:  Jillian David Publisher:   Crimson Romance Publishing Released:  November 14, 2016 Series:   Hell’s Valley #1 Genre:  Paranormal Western Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Newsletter, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Goodreads REVIEW Snippet: One boot toed the gravel. “You think we could try another dinner together sometime?  Minus the dumbass?”
 Sara’s heart stumbled two beats. “Like a date?” she blurted. “Even after what Hank—” Garrison grimaced. “Anything that man says, I tend to think the exact opposite. He’s not worth the oxygen wasted to speak his name.” “True.” Puffs of vapor drifted up between them as they breathed.
“So, then,” he said. “Dinner later? A … date?” “Uh, sure. Yes.” Typing his number, she texted him her info. Her stuttering heart continued to trip along.
There wasn’t much to do, but she didn’t want to leave. Not yet. The silence stretched for too long. He tilted his hat up an inch with his thumb. “I’d like to give you a kiss good night, if you’d oblige.” Back on its feet, her heart now scampered in place. “Okay,” she whispered. He moved forward until his body heat reached her exposed face and neck. The scent of good food, leather, and hardworking man blended in a heady mixture.
“It’s been a while, so I may be rusty.” His low voice sent jolts of anticipation down her spine. Her lips waited, just a few cruel inches away from his mouth … was this some kind of evil torture? Would she have to wait, a millimeter from heaven, while she froze to death? No thank you. Never let it be said that Sara couldn’t take charge of an iffy situation when the chips were down. Or help knock some rust off a fellow. She grabbed his sheepskin and leather jacket lapels, yanking him toward her as she stood on tiptoes. When their lips met, a zap of holy wow shot clear to her feet, then returned to settle in her pelvis, swirling in the most delightful way. The heat from his mouth flowed like warm liqueur through her body. After a moment, her calves protested the height difference, and she staggered back a step. Her hands remained clamped onto his jacket. She licked her lips, her taste buds instantly craving more of his spicy male essence. A comparison between the taste of his lips and the rest of his body would be fine, too. “Yes, well. So there you go, no...
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Jan
22

Sunday Snippet: Messing With Magic by James Wearne

Sunday Snippet: Messing With Magic by James Wearne  About the Book Messing with Magic    Author:  James Wearne Publisher:   Wild Rose Press Released:  October 12, 2016 Series:   Lynx Sommerton #1 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Indigo, Wild Rose Press Snippet: Ordering two glasses of the house Chablis, we took our drinks to the table where Tablet was sitting. Andy had to duck to avoid hitting his head on the low roof. Tablet saw us, and his lip curled up on one side. “Andy. Why you bringing the cozzers?” Tablet raised his portly frame, half out of his seat, and then plopped back down, when he realized any attempt to leave would have to involve squirming around us both. I wondered why criminals recognized me as the law, but no one else had a clue. It wasn’t fair. I constantly had to flash my ID to get a modicum of respect, but the moment someone from the shady side spotted me, they instantly guessed my profession. Andy grabbed a chair, spun it around, and straddled it to face Tablet, and placed his wine upon the table. “Relax Tablet. This is Lynx. She isn’t here to arrest you.” “I’m not scared of her, you idiot!” Tablet gave me a desultory glance up and down. “I’m scared to be seen talking to the Law. Half my business would walk out on me if they thought I played both sides.” Andy pointed one finger at Tablet. “Listen you fat muppet, forget about her. I got gypped on the Gallery job, and I want some answers.” Tablet shook his head. “No you don’t.” Andy’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, no I don’t? Yes, I do.” Tablet pointedly took a big swig of wine and swished it around his mouth. He narrowed his eyes at Andy. “No. You. Don’t. That’s one big can of worms that you’d be better off leaving well alone.” “I need that money. Who set up the job?” Tablet leant back against the wall, tipping back on the legs of his chair. “I like you too much to tell you, so sod off.” I hung back, but with Andy getting nowhere, I put one foot on the edge of the table and kicked out with my new leather boot, pinning Tablet between the wall and the table. The wine spilled and red rivers washed down the table, staining Tablet’s lavender shirt, before the goblets smashed on the floor. Tablet tried to...
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Jan
15

Sunday Snippet: The Edge of the Blade by Jeffe Kennedy

Sunday Snippet: The Edge of the Blade by Jeffe Kennedy  About the Book The Edge of the Blade    Author:  Jeffe Kennedy Publisher:   Kensington Publishing Company Released:  December 27, 2016 Series:   The Uncharted Realms #2 Genre:  Fantasy Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Book Depository,  iTunes, Kobo REVIEW Snippet: A strange sound cut across the ubiquitous creaking and snapping of a ship in full sail running before the wind. Something… animal? Zynda heard it, too, lifting her head in a way that reminded me of a predator pricking its ears into a downward wind. Or prey. I drew my blades, muscles singing from exhausted to hyperalert. “What is it?” “I don’t know. It sounded like a hunting cry. It registered like a wolf calling to the pack that prey had been sighted, but… avian?” Her eyes went deeper blue. “So much for conserving energy.” Scanning the skies, I spotted nothing. Kral came skidding up, broadsword in one hand, a huge knife in the other that, on a smaller man or woman, would suffice as a sword in its own right. “Lookout spotted something strange ahead. Advice?” We’d come a long way, at least, since the battle with the river monster, when I’d had to browbeat Kral into listening to us. He gave Zynda an expectant stare, pressing his lips over the evident desire to ask her to use magic—she hadn’t responded well to the last request. Tala were funny about doing things only on their own agenda, according to their own moral code. Their values were nearly as far from those of the other twelve kingdoms as the Dasnarians’ were, only in another direction. “Strange how?” she asked crisply, all languid ease gone. The tiger looking out of her eyes. “Climb to the crow’s nest with me and see. We can haul in sail to slow momentum, but we’d lose maneuverability. If we’re going to turn her, I’d rather know sooner than later.” Kral was already striding to the rigging, taking time to sheath the broadsword on his back, but keeping the knife out. He climbed rapidly, even one-handed, and Zynda and I exchanged a glance before she followed, climbing with agility. With no intention of being left behind, I followed them on the rigging—after sheathing my blades. I’d rather climb two-handed and have to draw than risk missing a handhold. I hadn’t scaled anything this high since the forest pines when I was a kid. At the very top of the mast, the swaying...
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Jan
8

Sunday Snippet: Hooked on Trouble by Kelly Siskind

Sunday Snippet: Hooked on Trouble by Kelly Siskind  About the Book Hooked on Trouble    Author:  Kelly Siskind Publisher:   Forever Yours Released:  January 10, 2017 Series:   Over the Top #3 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Twitter, Website/Newsletter Purchase links:  Amazon, B&N, iBooks, Kobo Snippet: Sawyer picks up his phone and shakes it, taunting Nico with the video he took a while back. Eager to embarrass his friend, Sawyer showed it to me one night in Toronto. So accustomed to associating Nico with anger, I surprised myself by laughing. Cackling, really. Nico dancing with five-year-olds is a sight to behold. Seeing how cute he was with Sawyer’s nieces, how willing he was to humiliate himself for a smile, melted a layer of my animosity. Then I remembered Aspen. That night I’d glimpsed what it would be like to feel open and vulnerable and cared for, how I’d imagined having family would feel—unconditional acceptance, an unbreakable bond you can’t explain. I had that with Rose, before she left. I had that with Nico, for a minute. And for some messed-up reason I can’t let it go. Can’t move on like usual. “That video goes live, and I impound your car.” They all laugh at Nico’s joke, but he slides his gaze toward me, and my breath hitches. His eyes, blue as the ocean, lock on mine. My neck tingles. My fingertips twitch. My ability to sit across from him and hide my hurt and anger evaporates. I also can’t hide my attraction. Still, sixteen months later, one look from him and my stomach drops and my blood boils and I itch to lick every inch of his body. His large hand presses against my knee under the table. “Can we talk?” Jesus, his touch. It’s the first I’ve felt the weight of his palm on me since Aspen. It’s heavy. Huge. Callused. Instinctually I shift forward, my body no longer mine to command. He doesn’t move his hand. Just his thumb. It presses harder, dragging downward. I grip my armrests to keep from sliding to the floor. He stares at me, waiting for my answer. Yes. No. Maybe. I choose silence. The way our lives are entrenched with our friends, I’ll have to spend time with him, and I can’t keep pretending I can block him out. Moving here was about starting fresh, which means letting go of this grudge. But talking about Aspen could stir up more feelings, the same way the experience spurred my need to...
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Jan
1

Sunday Snippet: 2017 New Year’s Edition

Sunday Snippet: 2017 New Year’s Edition  Happy New Year!!     From all of us at That’s What I’m Talking About we wish you a new year filled with love, laughter and prosperity!  I (Una) always find it interesting the history behind the traditional song Auld Lang Syne.  For those that are interested, here is the Wikipedia information about it and below is a modern English translation.  In this year I look forward to slimming back into my pre-Pixie clothes, listening to more audiobooks, and cherishing the time with family and friends.  Please feel free to comment below with your wishes for the new year.  Again on behalf of everyone here at TWITA, “Cheers to old friends and cheers to new!”   Times Gone By    Should old acquaintances be forgotten, And never brought to mind? Should old acquaintances be forgotten, And days of long ago! For times gone by, my dear For times gone by, We will take a cup of kindness yet For times gone by. We two have run about the hillsides And pulled the daisies fine, But we have wandered many a weary foot For times gone by. For times gone by, my dear For times gone by, We will take a cup of kindness yet For times gone by. We two have paddled (waded) in the stream From noon until dinner time, But seas between us broad have roared Since times gone by. For times gone by, my dear For times gone by, We will take a cup of kindness yet For times gone by. And there is a hand, my trusty friend, And give us a hand of yours, And we will take a goodwill drink (of ale) For times gone by! For times gone by, my dear For times gone by, We will take a cup of kindness yet For times gone by. And surely you will pay for your pint, And surely I will pay for mine! And we will take a cup of kindness yet For times gone by! For times gone by, my dear For times gone by, We will take a cup of kindness yet For times gone...
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Dec
25

Sunday Snippet: Christmas 2016 Edition

Sunday Snippet: Christmas 2016 Edition   “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!” Una here and for a special Christmas Day edition of Sunday Snippets, I’ve gathered some fun Christmas quotes.  Please feel free to join in the celebration with your favorite holiday quotes whether from written word, songs or movies.  Let’s celebrate the joy and love of the season.  From all of us here at That’s What I’m Talking About, we wish you a very wonderful holiday season full of friends, family, love, laughter and joy!   “Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!” ― Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!   “Look, Daddy. Teacher says, every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings.” — Zuzu Bailey (Karolyn Grimes) from It’s A Wonderful Life.   “One can never have enough socks,” said Dumbledore. “Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.” ― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone   “Rats. Nobody sent me a Christmas card today. I almost wish there weren’t a holiday season. I know nobody likes me. Why do we have to have a holiday season to emphasize it?” — Charlie Brown from It’s A Charlie Brown Christmas.   “I need a weapon,” Valkyrie muttered. “You’re an Elemental with a Necromancer ring, trained in a variety of martial arts by some of the best fighters in the world,” Skulduggery pointed out. “I’m fairly certain that makes you a weapon.” “I mean a weapon you hold. You have a gun, Tanith has a sword… I want a stick.” “I’ll buy you a stick for Christmas.” ― Derek Landy, Mortal Coil   Ralphie (Peter Billingsley): “No! No! I want an official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle!” Santa Claus: “You’ll shoot your eye out, kid.” — From A Christmas Story   “There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,’ returned the nephew. ‘Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round—apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that—as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of...
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Dec
18

Sunday Snippet + Giveaway: Due South by Tamsen Parker

Sunday Snippet + Giveaway: Due South by Tamsen Parker  About the Book Due South    Author:  Tamsen Parker Publisher:   Self-published Released:  December 12, 2016 Series:   Compass #5 Genre:  Erotic Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, ARe, Google Play, iBooks, Kobo Snippet: “We can’t keep doing this.” “Doing what? We’re just…” She narrows her eyes, giving me a meaningful glare. “Oh, right, that. Well, yeah, of course not.” My heart sinks through the soles of my shoes and into a sad puddle on the floor, but am I surprised? No. I was lucky to get what I had, and I shouldn’t be so greedy. Of course Lucy doesn’t want to keep having some sordid breakroom affair. And I don’t want her to. She deserves way better, and that’s all I can offer her. But it’s still a bummer. Weirdly, she looks disappointed when I agree. Is that not what I was supposed to say? “Yeah, of course not,” she echoes and looks askance. Like maybe she’s looking for another possible answer, because she doesn’t like it either. “We should definitely not do anything remotely like that ever again.” That level of insistence seems excessive, especially since I’ve already agreed: this can’t keep happening. But the look on her face has shifted, as has her voice, and it’s starting to sound more like a challenge. I dare you. “Yep,” I begin, trying to match her tone, which I’m still working out. Is this a flirting thing? Because I feel like it might be, but I’ve never been a gifted flirt. Or one at all. Too afraid I’m going to say something stupid or insulting. But I’ll give it a go, just in case. “We should absolutely, positively never even, like, look at each other again. Never mind…” If I were braver, I’d go for it, because her eyes have got that luminous thing going on, and her lips have parted. I may not be an expert, but I’m pretty sure she wants me, but if I’m wrong… My stomach shrivels, and I take the easy way out. “Kiss. Nope, certainly not.” Her lips purse in a contained laugh, and she blinks at me, those long lashes framing her verging-on-hazel brown eyes. Maybe one of these days, I’ll get close enough, not in the dark, to figure out what color they are or if they’re made up of a spectrum. I want to know. “Yeah, kissing is definitely not allowed. Or touching.” My mouth goes dry when she...
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Dec
11

Sunday Snippet: Distilled by Deelylah Mullin

Sunday Snippet: Distilled by Deelylah Mullin  About the Book Distilled    Author:  Deelylah Mullin Publisher:   BeerWench Enterprises, LLC Released:  December 15, 2016 Series:   Love Brothers #1 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Editing Website, Facebook, Goodreads, Instagram, Pinterest, Tumblr, Twitter, Website/Blog Novel links:  Goodreads, Launch Page Disclosure notice: Deelylah Mullin is our very own reviewer, Vampbard. We are thrilled to have Dee sharing her work as a published author with you. Snippet: Roni spent her entire time on the treadmill mentally preparing for the rest of the evening. I need to wear something cute, but not sexy. I need to make sure I only have one drink. I need to make sure I remember to eat the food. I need to remember that even though Kurtis Clements is sexy as sin, he’s my boss. No flirting. Oh, god. He’s going to be at my apartment. It’s rude to make him wait in the parking lot. Is my apartment clean enough? Hell, Mount Boxmore is still partially standing in the living room. Even though she’d planned to have all the containers flattened and out to the recycling dumpster Monday evening, she’d been tired after the excitement at work. She’d been pecking away at it, bit by bit, all week and planned to finish over the weekend. When the treadmill slowed and then stopped, signaling the end of her twenty minutes, Roni stepped off the machine, cleaned every surface she could with antibacterial wipes, and grabbed her things. Kurtis stood in the doorway, hair still wet and curling adorably around his ears and at the collar of his robin’s egg blue polo shirt. His arms were crossed, and he wore dark wash, slim-fit jeans—which hugged the contours of his thighs–with black Chuck Taylors. Her mouth practically watered. “Have a good run?” He asked as his lip quirked up in a half smile. “It was a run. Necessary evil. I don’t like treadmills.” “You cold?” he asked as he lifted away from the doorframe. He crossed the room to her in two strides, and wrapped a full zip hoodie around her shoulders. She had no idea where he’d gotten the clothing. “I’m just right, but thanks for being considerate.” She pulled the sweatshirt off her shoulders. She could smell his cologne and something underneath she now associated with Kurtis. She held it out, toward him. “Why would you think I’m cold?” He chuckled and his eyes darted down her body before coming back to her face. “No reason. Ready to go?”...
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