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Sunday Snippet: Blood Veil by Megan Erickson

Sunday Snippet: Blood Veil by Megan Erickson  About the Book Blood Veil    Author:  Megan Erickson Publisher:   Ballantine/Loveswept Released:  April 3, 2018 Series:   Mission #2 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Snippet: Celia I wanted this. Even now, with both of us wounded and scared, my body reacted to the proximity of his. Those unusual yet kind eyes didn’t flinch from mine. No matter the shape he was in, and what was to come, he was going to do this for me. Well, I guessed it was a little for both of us. Maybe this was why I’d avoided human touch my whole life. My body wanted a vampire. My heart wanted Idris. I hadn’t ever dreamed of my first time being in a damp cell, but then I’d never imagined sex in a damp cell at all. The floor was cracked concrete beneath my feet, and the only light was a naked bulb above my head that cast a yellow glow over us. I still thought Idris was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I couldn’t leave here without feeling Idris’s skin against mine, without knowing what it was like to be touched by someone who cared for me. Keno had cautioned me about Idris, and had said there was no camera monitoring the cell, so if I didn’t trust Idris not to hurt me, he wasn’t sending me in. So I knew we had as much privacy as we were going to get for at least a half hour. And I wanted Idris. “Kiss me,” I said as I blinked back tears. “Then feed from me. Then touch me.” He didn’t wait. He surged forward with surprising strength, and the chain attached to his wrist rattled as he crashed his lips onto mine. I’d been kissed before, but it’d been a long time, and all other kisses had been teenage or drunken fumblings. I’d been missing out. His lips were soft yet firm, pressing against mine, demanding I yield, and yield I did as his tongue slipped inside to tangle with my own. His hand gripped my neck tighter, holding me in place as he ravaged my mouth. I lapped at him with my tongue, and the tip caught on one of his fangs. The sharp tooth sliced my flesh, and I immediately tasted the tang of my own blood. Idris froze, sucked on my tongue for a minute, and then pulled back. “Oh, f***,” he moaned. His eyes were whirling red and black like a shuffled...
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Mar
25

Sunday Snippet: Witchbane by Morgan Brice

Sunday Snippet: Witchbane by Morgan Brice  About the Book Witchbane    Author:  Morgan Brice (aka Gail Z. Martin) Publisher:   Darkwind Press Released:  March 1, 2018 Series:   Witchbane #1 Genre:  Urban Fantasy, M/M Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter, Website Snippet: Seth How the hell did I end up on a date with a cute bartender? Seth walked beside Sonny as they meandered around downtown Richmond. Still, being with Sonny felt comfortable, in a way Seth hadn’t felt with anyone in a long time. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to get to know one of the locals, blow off a little steam, and make a friend who might be able to help him find the elusive Jackson Malone. Seth had spent all evening watching Sonny tend bar. Sonny was good at his job, helpful to the servers, and made the customers feel at home. He was also damn good looking, and his worn jeans pulled just right across his toned ass. So when Sonny started throwing signals, Seth responded, and suddenly the evening had taken an unexpected turn. “What do you do for fun?” Sonny asked, making conversation as they walked. Seth knew that behind the casual questions, Sonny was trying to figure out whether taking Seth home was a good idea. Seth found himself wanting to make a good impression. “I read,” Seth said, sticking as close to the truth as he could. “Watch movies. Action flicks, superheroes, that kind of thing. Play video games, when I have the time. When I got out of the service, I thought I’d take a little time off to see the country, so I’m finally taking the road trip I promised myself.” “By yourself?” Sonny sounded torn between being impressed and concerned. Seth shrugged. “I’ve got friends scattered around, from the army and before. So I drop in and catch up. But yeah, mostly by myself. Clears my mind, you know?” I should just ask him about Malone, Seth thought. The clock’s ticking. If Malone is a regular, Sonny’ll know. Then again, asking the guy he might be hooking up with about another dude was awkward, to say the least. It’s not like I can say, “I need to protect this guy I don’t know from a dark warlock. Do you have his number?” “You want to go get some coffee?” Sonny asked after they had walked for a while. “This place I know has really good desserts, and it’s a nice place to just sit and...
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Mar
18

Sunday Snippet: Lost to a Spy by Sharon Cullen

Sunday Snippet: Lost to a Spy by Sharon Cullen  About the Book Lost to a Spy Author:  Sharon Cullen Publisher:   Ballantine/Loveswept Released:  March 13, 2018 Series:   All the Queen’s Spies #3 Genre:  Historical Romance/Suspense Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes N Noble Snippet: “Tristan?” “Emma?” Tristan fell back on his heels and relaxed his grip on his dagger. She opened the door wider and he finally saw her slim outline. She looked like a ghost, standing there in her white nightgown, her nearly white hair draped over her shoulders. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Are you ill?” “No. Nothing like that.” She stood with her hands folded in front of her, looking down at her feet. “Let me stoke the fire. It’s freezing in here.” “You don’t have to.” But he did have to. Something wasn’t right, and they were both shivering in the cold so he stoked the fire. Besides, he could see her better with the additional light. He swept a blanket off his bed and held it out to her. She hesitated before wrapping it around her shoulders. It was a small bedchamber with nowhere to sit except the bed but he didn’t offer that. “What’s wrong?” he asked again. She looked down at her toes then up at him, raising her chin a notch higher than was necessary. “I want us to . . . make love.” He reached out to grab the mantel and blinked a few times. “Pardon me?” Her gaze flitted away but came back to his, more determined. “I want to make love to you. “Well that’s certainly . . . I’m flattered . . .” He was desperately searching for words, while his body was already anticipating sliding into her. But that was wrong and his brain was trying to control his body’s natural reaction. He was fairly certain that Emma did not want to make love to him. He didn’t know what brought this on but he was sure making love wasn’t the answer. She approached. “Seeing Lord Darnley’s body today did something to me,” she said. “It was shocking and horrifying and sad all at the same time. Regardless of what he did or didn’t do to the queen, or what kind of life he led, he was a young man in his prime who went to bed one night and didn’t awaken in the morning.” Ah, now he saw the genesis of her request. “Emma—” She held up her hand, silencing him. “It took a lot of courage for me to walk in here...
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Mar
4

Sunday Snippet: The Instigator by Stephanie Julian

Sunday Snippet: The Instigator by Stephanie Julian  About the Book The Instigator   Author:  Stephanie Julian Publisher:   Self-published Released:  February 16, 2018 Series:   Redtails Hockey #4 Genre:  Contemporary Sports Romance Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon, BN, iBooks, Kobo REVIEW Snippet: “So what do you do for fun?” Her eyebrows rose, her expression suddenly totally serious. “What? Work, study and chasing after tiny heathens isn’t fun? Are you questioning my life choices?” He opened his mouth to laugh at her joke but caught himself before he did. Shit. Maybe— Her laughter rang out again. “I’m sorry but the look on your face is priceless. You can’t play poker to save your soul, can you?” Grinning openly again, he shook his head. “Nope. But I’m not much for cards. I like to play other games.” Her eyes widened as she leaned in close, which meant he had to lean in even closer. Not that that was a hardship. He wanted to be as close to this girl as he could get. And then he wanted to get her naked and get even closer because, damn, she made him laugh. He hadn’t met many girls who did. Most were more interested in flirting and being sexy than in trying to make him laugh. “Really? What kind of games? Chess? Checkers? No, wait.” She held up her hand. “Chutes and Ladders? Candyland?” Now she was teasing him and that was okay, too. It gave him the opportunity to mess with her. “Are those your favorites, too? I think we should start our own private Game Night. Have you ever played Strip Candyland?” There was that laugh again, the one that shot right to his balls and made his dick sit up and take notice. If he wasn’t careful, he’d be walking out of here with a hard on everyone would be able to see. “What? No Strip Twister?” Her expression turned disappointed. “And here you were getting my hopes up.” It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her what she was making go “up” but just before he spoke, he figured that wasn’t appropriate. Hey, look at that. He could be tactful. “You pick the day and time and I’ll be ready for our playdate. I’m up for anything. I’ll even bring my own pieces.” “Do you still have all of your own pieces? I’ve heard hockey can be a rough game. How do I know you haven’t lost anything…important over the years?” His smile widened. “I’ve...
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Feb
25

Sunday Snippet: Shooting Star by Jeffe Kennedy

Sunday Snippet: Shooting Star by Jeffe Kennedy  About the Book Shooting Star    Author:  Jeffe Kennedy Publisher:   Self-published Released:  March 6, 2018 Genre:  Darker Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads,  Twitter, Website Purchase links:  To be posted here REVIEW TO COME Snippet: Joe waited for Ava. He glanced at the clock. 8:30. Manning had said she’d be ready at eight, but he doubted that meant much to Ava, even if she’d gotten the memo. Arlin perched next to him, ecstatic to be included and back in his position as shotgun. Joe wasn’t risking his first real day on the job without the dog’s steadying presence. He’d explain him somehow. The waiting didn’t bother him much. At least the underground garage was dim and quiet. He’d be spending a lot of his time waiting for her, as he would for any client. That was part of the job. A skill he’d acquired through those long hours, days, weeks and months of waiting for something, anything to happen. At least now when he gave in to boredom and actively wished for something, anything to happen, it wouldn’t involve getting his skull rattled and his leg blown off. Keeping the paparazzi off Ava would be like escorting grade-schoolers through a crosswalk compared to that. Fending off her mercurial flirtations and demands, however, would be like navigating land mines riddling the only source of water for miles. After a while, the thirst became more important than any other consideration. Either way you died. It became a choice of fast or slow. “Why did I agree to this?” He asked Arlin. The dog gave him a canine grin, tongue lolling as if he laughed in answer. He ruffled the dog’s ears. “Some help you are.” Maybe she’d be all business today, yesterday’s pass at him simply a whim on her part. Or part of the job interview. Kiss me. Her lashes had feathered over her tawny eyes as she’d dropped her gaze to his mouth. He’d nearly obeyed—both her and the clamoring hounds of lust—before he yanked himself back, grasped reality again. Not that his fevered brain hadn’t replayed the moment over and over, his eyes popping open to jerk him awake all night, unsure whether any of it had been real or more lurid dreams. Twice he’d grabbed his phone off the nightstand to leave Manning a voice mail saying he’d changed his mind. Three times he shut off the glaring light, unable to bear the sight of the slowly passing...
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Feb
18

Sunday Snippet: Grave Ransom by Kalayna Price

Sunday Snippet: Grave Ransom by Kalayna Price  About the Book Grave Ransom    Author:  Kalayna Price Publisher:   ACE Released:  July 4, 2017 Series:   Alex Craft #5 Genre:  Urban Fantasy Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon REVIEW Snippet: “Why am I not surprised to see you here?” an eerily familiar, and not completely welcomed, voice asked from off to my right. I spun, my gaze darting around the busy front lobby of Central Precinct.  I didn’t see the dark-haired woman, who had always been clad in black leather during my short experience with her a few months back and who should have stood out in the precinct.  Of course, I didn’t fully expect to spot her with my eyes – she wore so many charms meant to make the gaze slide over her that even knowing who and what you were looking for, it was often hard to focus on her.  But I expected  to sense the magical armory she carried.  Any other time I’d encountered her, my ability to sense magic had zeroed in on the massive amount of weaponized magic she carried like a spotlight. At least half the people in the lobby carried a spell or two.  Most were mundane, a couple were less so, but no one carried so many as to stand out in a crowd.  Maybe I’d been wrong.  Maybe I hand’t heard– Briar Darque stepped directly in front of me. I jumped, stumbling back before catching myself. “I take it from your expression, this spell was worth every penny I paid,” Briar said, smiling a wolfish grin.  I only frowned at her.  It had annoyed her that she couldn’t sneak up on me during our previous acquaintance.  Apparently she’d found a way around a sensitive’s abilities. Letting my ability to sense magic stretch, I mentally reached for Briar.  At first all I could pick up was a single spell surrounding her like a haze.  It was a large, but not terribly interesting or threatening, which was why my magic had skimmed over it initially.  Under that, though, when I focused on piercing that veil, I could sense her magical smorgasbord.  I’d never encountered a spell that camouflaged magic before, at least not without it shining a huge blinking light on the thing it meant to hide. “Damn,” I whispered, my voice breathy both from being startled and from respect for the piece of magical craftsmanship in front of me.  “Who crafted that spell?  And how?” Briar’s grin only widened.  Then...
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Feb
11

Sunday Snippet: Ash and Quill by Rachel Caine

Sunday Snippet: Ash and Quill by Rachel Caine  About the Book Ash and Quill    Author:  Rachel Caine Publisher:   Berkley Released:  July 11, 2017 Series:   Great Library #3 Genre:  Young Adult (Urban Fantasy) Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon REVIEW Snippet: Jess fell asleep, too, despite the hard stones under his behind, and the chill.  He dreamed he was a guard at a gate, and the gate was on fire, and he knew, he knew, that what waited beyond it was something terrible and monstrous and impossible to defeat.  But that he’d have to fight it anyway.  The hopelessness of it overwhelmed him. He woke up with a start when he heard voices, the dream still vivid and vibrating in his muscles.  The sun was well up, and the sky a cloudy teal blue beyond the window bars.  No one had arrived to wake them, Jess realized, and there was nothing to eat.  His stomach was growling.  He also had an urgent need for the toilet.  Bucket.  Well, he’d made do with worse, and he rose and made use of the thing. “Wathen, what in Heron’s name are you doing?”  That was Wolfe’s sharp, annoyed voice, and Jess buttoned up and angled a look over at the cell Glain shared with Khalilia.  Glain was, bafflingly enough, doing a handstand in the middle of her cell.  Perfect balance, as steady as a rock.  “Practicing to become Philadelphia’s court jester?” Glain put her legs down in a smooth, perfectly coordinated move that Jess could in no way have duplicated, stood up straight, and stretched.  “It feels good,” she said.  “Blood to the brain.  Helps me think.” “Did you see anything useful from that position?” Dario asked. “Did you, from lying on your oh-so-uncomfortable mattress, lazybones?” The young man shrugged, which was a feat considering he was casually leaning a shoulder against the bars and had his arms crossed.  “What do you want me to say?  It’s a cell.  There’s nothing in here.” “Dario, you’re hopeless,” Wolfe said.  “Jess.  Tell him how he’s wrong.” “Strip the netting under the mattresses.  Braid it together, tie it to the window bars, and twist.  The torque will unseat at least one of the bars pretty easily.  You can use it for a tool, sharpen it up as a weapon…” “The mattresses are flammable enough to make a decent amount of smoke,” Morgan added.  “We’d need to be careful to keep it to a distraction.  The air circulation isn’t very good.  Easy to breathe in too much...
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Feb
4

Sunday Snippet: Blood Fury by J.R. Ward

Sunday Snippet: Blood Fury by J.R. Ward  About the Book Blood Fury    Author:  JR Ward Publisher:   Ballantine Books Released:  January 9, 2018 Series:   Black Dagger Legacy #3 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon REVIEW Snippet: As her surgeon headed for the door, Novo admitted to herself that he was right.  It was way too ambitious on her part to think she’d be able to fight in two days.  The pain in her chest was incredible, the kind of thing she felt up in her molars and down to her toenails, even with all the drugs she was on.  There was no way that was backing off by next nightfall. She looked at Peyton.  He was sitting in that chair like he was on the verge of bursting to his feet, his torso leaning forward, his hands planted on his thighs as if he were going to push himself up. “What?” she asked him.  “You look . . . as if you want . . . to be called on in class.” “Chocolate pudding.” Novo tried to take a deep breath and just ended up wheezing.  “What . . . ?” “He said you’re supposed to eat it for your throat.  I’ll get you some.” “No.” In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to gag.  “Oh, no.  Stomach . . . no.” “I just want to help somehow.” She stared at him for a while.  In all the ways that mattered, Peyton was the very thing she detested in a male, all that glymera bullsh** wrapped up in a package that, as much as she tried to deny it, even she recognized as attractive. He was her sister’s type, as a matter of fact. Good thing Sophy was never going to meet him.  Or Oskar would learn firsthand how it feels when someone you think loves you treats you like you’re an iPhone 5 in an X world. Actually, wasn’t that a tempting fantasy . . . What was the question?  God, her brain was fuzzy.  Oh, right . . . Peyton was everything she hated about wealthy high-society types who were all too good for everyone else around them–but there was one part to all that which did work for her. His blood was liable to be hella pure, to the point of being medicinal. “What can I do?” he asked.  “And if it’s leave you in peace, I can do that for you, too.” In the back of...
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Jan
28

Sunday Snippet: Stud by Kelly Siskind

Sunday Snippet: Stud by Kelly Siskind  About the Book Stud    Author:  Kelly Siskind Publisher:   CD Books Released:  January 31, 2018 Genre:  Romantic Comedy Author contact links:   Amazon, Facebook, Goodreads, Instagram, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon REVIEW Snippet: It had been years since I’d flirted, and I’d never excelled at it back in the day. My mother had me at fifteen, something that scared the crap out of me. It had kept me away from girls awhile. Until I’d discovered sex. I may have been a late bloomer, but the studious kid I was, I’d made it my mission to uncover the glorious riches of a woman’s body. Every canvas was different. Each woman had her own secrets, her body a treasure map. Treasures I hadn’t sought in ages. Ainsley was the first in a long while to spark my interest, and I was about ready to forget my lawyer’s no-dating advice. I’d also vowed to take it slow this time. Make sure I really knew someone before getting involved. If my flirting skills weren’t on the corroded side of rusty, it would make getting to know her a hell of a lot easier. “You’re doing well on the construction site,” I said. “Making a difference.” Hope seemed to brighten her face. “Really?” “Pretty sure you’ve never used that hammer before, but you’re catching on quick.” Her pointed look held more amusement than animosity. “Says you.” “You telling me I’m wrong?” Instead of answering, she said, “Did you know hammer heads can come loose? That’s where the term ‘fly off the handle’ came from.” I cradled her hardhat against my stomach. It had a worn bit of plastic on top, protruding. I ran my finger over the sharp edge. My hands had a sudden need to keep busy. “You don’t say.” “I do. Know what else?” She arched her back, and a rip in her shirt shifted, revealing a tease of purple lace beneath. Damn. Purple. I shook my head in answer, didn’t trust my voice to speak. But man, those eyes of hers were stunning, sucking me in again. I’d bet they burned into blue flame when she was coming. The possibility had me wanting to pin her against the wall, feel her surrounding me, grinding on me. Sweat gathered at the base of my spine. “Well,” she said, mischief lighting her face, “according to my online dictionary, there’s also a peening hammer. It’s used in metal work. There’s a cross-peen hammer. A diagonal-peen. Point-peen. Chisel-peen....
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Jan
21

Sunday Snippet: What if Bebe Stays with Steven? by K.M. Creamer

Sunday Snippet: What if Bebe Stays with Steven? by K.M. Creamer  About the Book What if Bebe Stays with Steven?    Author:  K.M. Creamer Publisher:   CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform; First Edition Released:  March 8, 2017 Genre:  Fiction, Coming of Age Author contact links:   Amazon, Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Goodreads Snippet: “Okay, you can leave now,” Bebe said, making a mental note to throw the roses in the trash the first chance she got. “No, wait!” Steven said. “Come to breakfast with me,” he said. She noticed dully that he was not asking, he was commanding. Like the shit that he was. “No. I don’t think so,” Bebe said and continued her ascent. “Come on. We’ll go get coffee then, and just talk. Just for an hour. Come on,” he said again. Maybe Bebe didn’t have a soft spot for him so much at the moment, but she sure did have a soft spot for coffee. She would have killed for coffee right then. Maybe this is a great time to go get coffee, she thought. A killer mood was the perfect mood for dealing with him. “Okay. One hour. I want to be back here in one hour,” she told him. “Great. I promise. Let’s go,” he said. Bebe thought his promises weren’t worth a cent and wanted to tell him so, but she held back. Why show all her cards? Why let him know how much she was hating him? Go, get the coffee, and get rid of him. Give him the closure that he was so obviously coveting. And then send him on his way, so she could begin her new, single, celibate, solitary life. She would have the satisfaction of telling him to go fuck himself and have coffee, too!  All before noon! Her mood began to brighten up. Just as she was wondering where they should go, he said, “We’ll go to the Dunkin Donuts,” and to keep the conversation to a minimum, she nodded okay. She loved Dunkin Donuts coffee. It would be the perfect yin and yang: loved Dunkin, hated him. To his credit, he didn’t try to talk on the way. They drove in silence. He must have realized that the more he talked, the less she listened to him. Besides, it was a quick ride. In ten minutes they were sliding into a space right in front of the store. Bebe noticed that it was a handicapped parking spot. Last week, she would have commented on it. Yesterday, even, she...
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