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Nov
19

Sunday Snippet: Most Eligible Bastard by Annika Martin

Sunday Snippet: Most Eligible Bastard by Annika Martin About the Book Most Eligible Bastard Author:  Annika Martin Publisher:   self-published Released:  November 7, 2017 Series:   standalone Genre:  contemporary romance Purchase links: Amz: http://amzn.to/2zKrz86 iBks: http://geni.us/FAmTcK Kobo: http://geni.us/NAs1 Nook: http://geni.us/zzLBAhh Gplay http://geni.us/YHj1c REVIEW (on Goodreads) Snippet: The SETUP: Henry Locke has just learned the billion-dollar corporation he built up was left his mother’s dog, Smuckers, instead of him, with Vicky as the dog’s spokesperson. He thinks Vicky’s a scammer, of course! ************ Henry: She stands there clutching my mother’s stupid dog. “I was only trying to be a nice neighbor,” the scammer says. “Help her out with Smuckers. I didn’t know she’d leave things to him—” “It’s just us, jelly bean, so you can stop with the pretense.” She starts to protest but I roll right over her. “The good news is that I’m prepared to hand over a cashier’s check this afternoon to get clear of all this. You’ll sign over ownership of the corporation on behalf of the dog. You can probably get more cash out eventually, but it would take years, and I think we both know the risks.” She peers at me uncertainly. I grab a pencil and flip over a sheet of paper. You always write the big numbers for people to see. You always add the extra zeroes, too. The zeros have power. I write it out: $4,500,000.00. She stares at the number, as though stunned. It’s a lowball, yes. She turns to me. “Four point five million?” she says incredulously. I wait. Where is the counteroffer? The dog licks her chin. I tighten my jaw. Is it so low to her she’s not even bothering? Was she thinking in terms of billions? Is this an organized con after all? I step up the pressure. “Here’s the thing, Ms. Nelson,” I say. “It’s the four point five million, plus we don’t use our very considerable resources to destroy your life and ensure that you end up in prison for scamming a vulnerable old woman with your dog whisperer thing.” Her eyes shine. They’re the warm brown of a beer bottle, fringed with dark lashes. I wish I could read her thoughts, her emotions—I can see she’s having them. I tend to be good at reading women. Why can’t I read her? “I don’t know if you’re working with people,” I say, “but they can’t protect you. You will be the one to go down, and you will go down very hard. Very painfully.” I lean in....
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Nov
12

Sunday Snippet: Christmas at the Candied Apple Cafe by Katherine Garbera

Sunday Snippet: Christmas at the Candied Apple Cafe by Katherine Garbera  About the Book Christmas at the Candied Apple Cafe    Author:  Katherine Garbera Publisher:   HarperImpulse Released:  Ebook – November 10, 2017; Paperback – December 14, 2017 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:  Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon UK, Amazon US, B&N Snippet: Iona walked the short distance down the hall to Mads and Sofia’s apartment, carrying a stuffed moose that wore a tee- shirt that proclaimed “Christmas is for Miracles”, and a bottle of Glenlivet she’d been gifted from a client. She didn’t drink scotch, but her gut said that Mads probably did. She knocked on the door; it was opened by Sofia and a man that Iona hadn’t met. “Hey, Iona. We raced to the door and I won!” Sofia said. She was in her stockinged feet and jeans and a tee-shirt that had some Disney princesses on it. “I’m not surprised, you’re very fast,” Iona said. “I am,” Sofia agreed. “This is for you,” Iona said, handing her the moose. She took it from Iona and then hugged it to her chest. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” “Come in,” the man said, holding out his hand. “I’m Piers: Mads’ younger and some say better-looking brother.” Iona took Piers’ hand and shook it, smiling at him. Now that he’d said they were brothers it was easy to see the resemblance. But while Mads seemed too serious, Piers had an easy smile and open charm that Mads didn’t. She guessed that the strain of his wife’s illness had contributed to that. “I’ll have to reserve judgment on the last bit until I see you side by side.” “Iona.” “Yes?” She glanced down at Sofia. “Obviously Papa is better-looking. Uncle Piers is just being silly,” Sofia said. “Everyone knows my papa is the best.” “Everyone does know that, Sof,” Piers said. “Let’s move this party into the kitchen so we can help finish making dinner.” Iona followed Sofia down the hall, aware that Piers was behind her. She stepped into the kitchen and noticed that Mads was working at the stove, stirring a tomato sauce. He glanced over his shoulder as they entered and smiled at her. She raised her eyebrows at him. “Hi. This is for you.” She set the scotch on the counter, out of the way. “Thanks. Who won the race?” “Me,” Sofia said. “Congrats,” he said to his daughter. “Iona gave me this moose,” Sofia said, holding it up toward Mads. “Want to come to my room while I...
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Nov
5

Sunday Snippet: Blackwing by Ed McDonald

Sunday Snippet: Blackwing by Ed McDonald  About the Book Blackwing    Author:  Ed McDonald Publisher:   ACE Released:  October 3, 2017 Series:   The Raven’s Mark #1 Genre:  Fantasy Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon REVIEW Snippet: “What the f*** is going on?” Nenn asked. We’re in S*** City, that’s what,” I said.  “Where are the others?  Where’s Tnota?” “Got separated,” Nenn said.  She was breathing hard, face red with exertion and slick with sweat.  “I ran up the stairs.  think they fell back into a pantry.” “You get a count of them?” “Could be a thousand out there for all I saw.” I wiped drudge blood from my hands, ran my tongue over my teeth.  Shook my head. “That many couldn’t have snuck this close.  My guess is more than fifty, less than a hundred.  We haven’t lost yet.  Come on.” The garrison was scattered through the halls, half drunk, half green, terrified and lacking orders.  Most of them had probably never seen the drudge up close before.  They weren’t pretty. “We need to go down.  Join up with the garrison,” I said without enthusiasm.  I don’t like fighting if I’m not getting paid, but we were all in the s*** if Twelve went down.  Nenn shook her head firmly, grabbed a heavy stairway door and pulled it closed, barring it with a dust-covered beam.  All castle stairwells can be shut off like that if the builders are smart.  This one had been. “Not that way. There’s ten or more down in the kitchen.  Or there was.  What the f*** are they doing here?” “Trying to take control of Nall’s Engine,” I said.  “What else?” “With fifty men? They’d never hold it.  I’m no general, Captain, but even I can see that.” The sound of feet tramping up the stairs rose behind the door.  No telling whether they were friend or foe.  Nobody was screaming anymore, which did not bode well. “Worry about the ‘why’ later.  Let’s try not to get gracked now.”  We retraced my steps, but at the next stair I heard voices from below, the click-and-babble language of old Dhojara.  We closed that door and barred it too, tried a third route. “Running out of options here, Captain,” Nenn said.  I knew that already, so I ignored her. “We need to get out of here,” I said. “We’re not going down now?” I hesitated.  My pulse was slamming against my half-deaf ears.  The enemy held the gate, and they were moving up through...
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Oct
29

Sunday Snippet: Sorrow’s Son by Rene Sears

Sunday Snippet: Sorrow’s Son by Rene Sears  About the Book Sorrow’s Son   Author:  Rene Sears Publisher:   Brown Dog Press Released:  September 15, 2017 Series:   Crossroads of Worlds #2 Genre:  Urban Fantasy Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon REVIEW Snippet: But that left three hellhounds coming after us, jaws gaping and flecked with slaver. They bayed triumphantly.  Or two of them did. The third was—different. It was still a giant black dog with unnatural red eyes, but compared to the others it was…fluffier. The three of them closed on us. Morgan clutched at me and the blade at her wrist flashed into being again, this time longer and heavier, with a serrated edge. Beads of sweat popped out along her forehead and she paled as she braced for an attack. I pulled more energy into knots, frantically but precisely—there was no telling what might happen if I mis-tied them.  The hounds were almost on us. I could feel the heat of their breath, smell the sulfur stench of them. Morgan tensed beside me. Then the fluffier one turned on its fellows. It barked frantically and its body shuddered with the impact of the other two as they leaped into it.  Morgan’s blade didn’t lower, but she dug in one of her pockets until she pulled out something which she pressed into my hands. It was a glass disc in shades of red and gold, marred by a smear of Morgan’s blood. There was a light floating over it, not quite a reflection of the silver twisting all around us. Something else, its own. I turned to look at the dogs, and the light stayed constant. Ah.  “This way.” I pulled Morgan after me. The hounds snarled and bit at the air behind us, but Morgan walked backward, her silver blade sweeping the air, and they would not come close enough to risk its touch. The shuffling of our feet over gravel paths was interspersed with whines and growls.  The gate wasn’t far, thank God, only a few turns through the hedges away. Morgan’s hand was bone-grindingly tight on mine as we walked and her side was almost black with flowing blood. Some of it had caked on my hand, and I had to chew on my tongue to keep from thinking too hard about her living blood drying on me. The scenery didn’t help my stomach any. There were places where it looked like watercolor on glass—thin. Not real. Parts of it fragented. Had they broken off?...
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Oct
22

Sunday Snippet: Scavenger Girl – Season of Atchem by Jennifer Arntson

Sunday Snippet: Scavenger Girl – Season of Atchem by Jennifer Arntson  About the Book Scavenger Girl – Season of Atchem    Author:  Jennifer Arntson Publisher:   Sleepy Adam Publishing (self-published) Released:  October 21, 2017 Series:   Scavenger Girl #1 Genre:  Young Adult/New Adult, Fantasy/Fiction, Dystopia Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Instagram, Pinterest, Twitter Author, Twitter Characters (Una), Twitter Characters (Mar), Twitter Series (#IAmAScavenger), Website Purchase links:  Amazon Snippet: After breakfast and the standard controlled argument among the men of the family, it was decided that Calish, Father, and I would go to the river and Marsh would stay with my mother as they each continued to regain their strength. “Are you sure you’ll be safe on your own if I go with them, Mother?” I worried. “Yes, of course. I doubt there is much here that would capture your interest for another day. You should enjoy the light while it’s here.” I was so excited to go to the river that I almost forgot my gown. “Isn’t that the reason you’re going?” Father inquired. “Yes, it was, I mean, it is.” I grabbed my crumpled dress from the yard and shoved it into my pack. I don’t know that I’ve ever enjoyed a walk to the river as much as I did today. It was so nice to get out of the house. What made it comforting was knowing my mother was alive and Marsh was getting stronger. I didn’t want to think too much about tomorrow. I wanted to enjoy what was happening now. I’m sure someday soon we’d go back to the river, living out our days the way our lives used to be. There was even talk about taking the ox to the river in the next day or two. At least, that was the plan. It was always good to have a plan, but flexibility always proved helpful in case the plan didn’t pan out. When we arrived at the river, Calish warned me, “I doubt that dress will wash clean. Go see what’s being offered and let me know what you need.” Grateful for the suggestion, I set my dress next to his pack and wandered among the sunbathing Citizens. Some were here simply because it was a beautiful day; others were here to trade, even though trading with Scavengers was prohibited. I walked timidly past them, eyeing the piles many had laid out next to their blankets. Of all the wares, there was only one white gown, and it was far too small. I bowed to the couple...
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Oct
15

Sunday Snippet + Giveaway: Branded by Fire by Danielle Annett

Sunday Snippet + Giveaway: Branded by Fire by Danielle Annett  About the Book Branded by Fire    Author:  Danielle Annet Publisher:   Self-published Released:  October 17, 2017 Series:   Blood & Magic #4 Genre:  Urban Fantasy / Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Amazon, Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon Snippet: I blinked hard as tears threatened to spill. Dammit, why did he have such an effect on me? I rubbed the ache in my chest and turned away from him. He didn’t say anything for several long minutes. I climbed into my bed and tucked myself under the covers as silent tears spilled down my cheeks. The mattress dipped and Declan slid his body into the bed beside me. “Go away,” I choked out. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled my back flush against his chest. “I’m a bastard.” “I know.” “And I don’t deserve you.” “Glad you’re finally realizing that.” I swiped at the tears on my cheeks and tried to pull away from him but his grip was iron tight. “But I love you.” I sucked in a breath. He, what? I froze, suddenly unable to form any coherent thoughts or words. He didn’t say anything else, just settled in beside me with his arm wrapped tightly around my body and his legs now tangled with mine. I listened as his breathing slowly evened out and realized the exact moment when he fell asleep. Declan told me he loved me. The bond that connected us flared to life at his words and I realized, I believed him. Book Blurb: Aria Naveed can’t decide what’s worse—being mate-bonded to Declan Valkenaar, the Alpha of the Pacific Northwest Pack, or owning up to the fact that she’s developing feelings for him. Her bond to Declan is the one thing keeping her grounded and preventing her new power from destroying everything and everyone around her. If Aria doesn’t tread carefully, especially where her heart is concerned, she’ll learn the hard way that if you play with fire, you’ll always get burned. About the Author:    Danielle Annett is a reader, writer, designer, and the blogger behind Coffee and Characters. Born in the SF Bay area, she now resides in Spokane, WA, the primary location for her Blood & Magic series. Danielle writes about kick butt heroines in volatile settings and like her, most of them have some level of addiction to coffee. When not writing, Danielle can be found hanging out with her two children whom she fondly refers to...
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Oct
8

Sunday Snippet: An Amorous Dance by Jessica Lauryn

Sunday Snippet: An Amorous Dance by Jessica Lauryn  About the Book An Amorous Dance    Author:  Jessica Lauryn Publisher:   Siren BookStrand Released:  January 17, 2017 Series:  The Rabourn Theater #2 Genre:  Romantic Suspense Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Newsletter Sign-Up, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes & Noble, BookStrand, Google Play, iBooks, Kobo Snippet: Unable to stay still, Hannah maneuvered her way around the surrounding obstacles so that she could pace. She’d been trying to convince herself that these flashes of memory didn’t mean what they appeared to, but the truth was that she’d always had her suspicions about the way her father died. The doctors she’d spoken with had confirmed her father had a heart attack, but she’d always found it hard to believe that a man in his fifties—a man in excellent physical condition with no history of heart disease—would die suddenly, for what appeared to be no reason at all. Having felt this way from the get-go, she’d conducted a bit of research, from which she’d discovered that her father had had an argument with Bruce Lancaster prior to the start of her birthday dinner. The stress of whatever they’d discussed might have taken a toll on him, and for years Hannah had believed that a heated discussion with the theater’s former owner had directly contributed to her father’s death. But if the images she’d been seeing were real, maybe her father’s death had had nothing to do with physiology at all. Maybe he had been murdered. “Hannah?” Evan called out as he opened the door. Failing to flick the light switch, he made his way around, almost tripping over the settee in the corner before asking, “Hannah, are you in here?” Hannah covered her tearstained mouth. She had no desire to reveal herself, but she realized before she could hide that Evan had already seen her. After hastily wiping her face in hopes that he wouldn’t realize she’d been crying, she snapped, “What the hell are you doing in here?” “Me? What the bloody hell do you think I’m doing in here?” Evan demanded, squinting at the gigantic mushrooms behind his back, as if they were going to agree with how ridiculous her question was. “You shouldn’t have followed me. I wasn’t thrilled to see that my cousin decided to stay in a show her former stalker is a part of, but…I’m a big girl. I can handle anything that’s thrown my way, Evan Masters, I promise you.” “Hannah, you’re shaking,” Evan said, catching her arm...
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Oct
1

Sunday Snippet: The Devil’s Advocate by Michaela Haze

Sunday Snippet: The Devil’s Advocate by Michaela Haze  About the Book The Devil’s Advocate    Author:  Michaela Haze Publisher:   Dirty Jeans Publishing Released:  September 28, 2017 Genre:  Urban Fantasy, Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Instagram, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon, Goodreads Snippet: I lifted my painted toes out of my Louboutin heels and balanced my feet on the edge of my mahogany desk. Twirling a biro in one hand, I took a deep breath as I prepared for my next client. It was only ten a.m; was considering breaking out the Vintage Pinot Noir that had magically appeared in the corner of my office that morning. “Welcome to Morgenstern and Clark Brokerage, Sir,” The dulcet tone of my assistant Luiz drifted into my office. “Right this way, please.” I sighed and dropped my feet to the floor as I shifted myself into a professionally seated position. I tugged my short shirt over my thighs and pulled my comfortable office chair behind my desk. Luiz always knocked once before walking in. I had daemonic sense, which meant that I could hear everything within a hundred-metre radius if I concentrated. It seemed to disorientate the human clients though, so I tried to hide it. I did not bother to stand up. It was a power play that I had learnt from Luc Morgenstern, my boss. I started to sift through the contracts on my desk and did not bother to look up as Luiz walked in with my newest client. I could smell the stranger’s fear. I could taste his incredulity; he was not expecting a woman. It was all part and parcel with my day job. “Ms Clark,” Luiz cleared his throat softly. “Your ten o’clock is here.” I said nothing as I continued to organise my papers. I heard the frosted glass door close behind my assistant. I listened to the sounds of Luiz’s expensive Italian loafers as they padded away. I turned to my laptop and scanned my meeting schedule for the name of my client, while said stranger hung in my doorway like an awkward houseguest. “Please sit, Mr Parr. I cannot abide when people hover,” I said severely. I looked up in time to see a young man, nondescript apart from a piercing on his left eyebrow. He wore flannel and did not fit with my usual standard of clientele. Parr took the empty seat in front of my desk, and I watched him with a quirked brow. No Manners. I disliked having to speak first;...
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Sep
24

Sunday Snippet: Legs by Kelly Siskind

Sunday Snippet: Legs by Kelly Siskind  About the Book Legs   Author:  Kelly Siskind Publisher:   CD Books Released:  September 27, 2017 Genre:  Romantic Comedy Author contact links:   Amazon, Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Universal Book Link REVIEW TO COME Snippet: “What’s your poison?” I asked. “Apparently dangerous men I don’t know, but I’ll have a glass of the Lynmar Pinot.” I could do dangerous. “If I’m your poison after two minutes, imagine how you’ll feel in a few hours.” That earned me a long swallow from her. “She’ll have the Foursight,” I added to Cameron. It was sweet how confident she was ordering that wine, but her lips would taste so much better after a sip from my glass. She shot me a look, her freckles sharp against her reddening cheeks. “Pretty sure I can order for myself, and I’d like the Lynmar.” “You don’t want the Lynmar. 2011 was a brutal year. Trust me.” No need to bore her about the early rains that season and the lack of fruit. “Actually I do want the Lynmar.” Cameron moved to grab the bottle, but I held up my hand. He halted. To her, I said, “I’ve been sipping the Foursight since I got here. You telling me you don’t want a taste?” Her attention dropped to my lips again, and she grazed her teeth over hers. Fire sparked in her brown eyes. “I may want a taste of that wine. Later. For now I want the Lynmar.” “It’s inferior.” “It’s splendid.” “The season was crap.” “The season was hard, not crap.” “The Foursight is a sure thing,” I said. She must have seen the heat in my gaze. “I like the underdog,” she countered, a sultry note to her voice. “Finding a diamond in the rough. The vines that survived 2011 were stronger, and a few vintages shone. Like the Lynmar. Hints of spice. Creamy mouthfeel.” A quiet hum passed her lips. Okay. The girl knew her wine, and my attraction to her spiked. With the haunts I’d been frequenting, and my bartending gig at Rudy’s Tavern, I hadn’t been around a woman like her in ages. No visible ink, her outfit more conservative than racy. Her straight brown hair would look sexy as hell tangled in my fist. “You sure you don’t want to skip to the mouthfeel part?” She smiled freely, the first hint of her letting loose. “I’m still not sure how bitter the aftertaste will be.” My answering grin was just...
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Sep
17

Sunday Snippet: Royal Pain by Tracy Wolff

Sunday Snippet: Royal Pain by Tracy Wolff  About the Book Royal Pain Author: Tracy Wolff Publisher:  Random House Loveswept Released: September 19, 2017 Series:  His Royal Hotness #1 Genre: Contemporary Romance Author contact links: Website: http://www.tracywolffbooks.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TracyWolffAuthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/tracywolff Purchase links: Amazon B&N Snippet: “What if I promise to stay in view of the windows the whole time?” I tell them. “I’ll park myself right there in front of that one and you can make sure I’m safe.” Lucas looks like he wants to argue, but I cut him off before he can even start. “Come on, man. You’ve got to give me something. I like this woman.” He sighs, but in the end—above the very vocal protests of the very serious Avery—he nods. “In sight the whole time,” he orders and for a moment I feel like a junior high kid on his first date. But beggars can’t be choosers and I know, better than most, what a disaster it would be if something happened to the spare three months after the heir disappeared. Wildemar would be in absolute chaos. There’s no way I’d put my country through that, girl or no girl. “I promise. And if I disappear from sight for more than five seconds, you have my permission to come crashing in after me.” “I think you’re forgetting,” Niall says with a narrow-eyed look, “we don’t need your permission.” “Geez. Way to be a killjoy.” “Yeah, well, someone in this relationship has to be.” “Aww, Niall.” I slap his ass with my free hand on my way by. “Don’t you know it’s more fun when everyone’s having a good time?” Lucas snorts and Avery sounds like he’s strangling on his own tongue. I can’t help grinning as I make my way to Savvy’s front door. Maybe it won’t take as long to break in my new bodyguard as I was afraid of. I can hear music through the open windows, Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie,” and I can’t help thinking about the way Savvy’s hips looked in her black work pants. Can’t help wondering about what she’s wearing now—and whether or not she’ll let me get another good look at her luscious, heart-shaped ass. At least she’s home, I tell myself as I knock. While I knew she wasn’t scheduled to work, I was afraid she might be running errands or something. She’s at the front door in seconds, her big brown eyes wide and inquiring . . . at least until her gaze meets mine. “What are you...
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