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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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Jan
14

Sunday Snippet: Royal Ruin by Jessica Peterson

Sunday Snippet: Royal Ruin by Jessica Peterson  About the Book Royal Ruin    Author:  Jessica Peterson Publisher:   Self-published (Kindle Unlimited) Released:  January 18, 2018 Series:   Flings with Kings #1 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Instagram, Release Day Notification Snippet: Kit  London Emily looked at me. “I can’t imagine what the pressure must be like.” “You get used to it,” I replied. Another rote answer. Another half-lie. “Do you ever get scared you’ll f*ck it up? Not to imply you ever would. But sounds like you walk a thin line.” I met her eyes. All the time, I wanted to say. I was scared out of my mind all the time I’d f*ck up. I was up on a pedestal, all by myself. I dealt with competing objectives every day. Put on a smile while doing important but often tedious, dull work. Make my siblings happy while keeping them in line. Always put the prince above the person. One wrong step, and the whole house of cards could tumble down. “It is difficult,” I said. What a rubbish reply. But opening up to Emily—telling her how I really felt—seemed like a dangerous precedence to set.  “So. What do you say? Will you play the part?” Emily stared at me. “I don’t get any time to think it over?” “You’ll get time if you want it.” I folded my napkin and set it back down on my lap. “But you know this is a good trade for you. Three months in exchange for your entire future. I’ll be by your side every step of the way. I’ll do everything in my power to protect you. I’ll make it worth your while, Emily. I promise.” Her eyes, darker now, narrowed. I’d forgotten just how lovely she looked when she was thinking. It’d been an admittedly bold move to imply she already had her answer. But I knew Emily. At least I’d known her a while ago. Some things about her had changed. But that ambitious streak of hers—the one I’d known so well—I was betting that hadn’t. Emily put a hand to her neck. “Will I have to live with you?” “Yes.” She winced. “I know. It’s weird. But Primrose Palace is a fortress. You’ll be safe there. Part of the contract—” “There’s a contract?” “Of course. That way you know what to expect. I’ll email it to you when we’re done with dinner. Even if you verbally agree tonight, you won’t be legally bound to anything...
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Jan
7

Sunday Snippet: Forged Alliances by Katherine McIntyre

Sunday Snippet: Forged Alliances by Katherine McIntyre  About the Book Forged Alliances Author:  Katherine McIntyre Publisher:   Loose Id Released:  September 19, 2017 Series:   Tribal Spirits #1 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Amazon, Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Loose ID Snippet: Tonight Sierra was spoiling for a fight. She slammed into the Beaver Tavern’s door shoulder first, amber light spilling on her and the scent of tobacco threading through the air as she entered. Wooden planks creaked under her boots from her tread as she quick-stepped to the oaken bar on the opposite side. Three things lit her match without fail—abusive a**holes, idiots who didn’t use their turn signals, and unannounced shifters moving in on her territory. Inside, her beast snapped at its confines, begging her to shift, to take to the woods and keep running, never turning back. Except leaving wasn’t an option, not since she’d become alpha of the Red Rock pack years back. Sounds of the bar in full swing washed over her, from the shouts and laughs to the clunks of heavy pint glasses hitting the tables. “Sierra, what’s up your a**?” Jeremiah called over from a table as a lazy smile reached his hazel eyes. Her Red Rock pack filled the whole bar, since humans kept their distance from predominantly shifter areas, and in this part of Pennsylvania few would come strolling in. She flipped him the middle finger. “Shut it, Streaky,” she called back, garnering a couple of smirks and laughs from the pack. After Jer had gotten caught buck-ass naked, stumbling out of at least three different tents at the last Fourth of July party, the nickname had stuck. Sierra made a beeline to where Raven manned the taps, dispensing dew to this loud and crazy lot. Sierra’s body brimmed with unspent tension. Fight, fight, fight pounded through her, an untamable urge, and her wolf prowled inside her, restless. As alpha, her rank heightened her tether to the beast, already one step away from primal. “Shot of whiskey,” she growled, needing to regain control. Needing the reset before she engaged with her pack. Raven blinked at her, those deep-set eyes warm and welcoming as she reached for the bottle of Jack. Strands of the bartender’s thick black hair drifted over her shoulder as she passed it over. “Boss, go for the whole thing,” she said with an amused smile. The bottle hit the counter with a thump, reminding Sierra of the massive inventory piling up in the back....
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Dec
31

Sunday Snippet: Snowspelled by Stephanie Burgis

Sunday Snippet: Snowspelled by Stephanie Burgis  About the Book Snowspelled    Author:  Stephanie Burgis Publisher:   Five Fathoms Press Released:  September 4, 2017 Series:   Harwood Spellbook #1 Genre:  Fantasy Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon REVIEW Snippet: They were all gone a moment later, along with the servants who’d led their way.  Even their hushed voices disappeared behind the closed door of the parlor in the distance, shutting out any possible eavesdroppers.  Letting out my held breath, I sagged against the wall and closed my eyes. I needed a moment to recover before I walked on and joined them.  Just one moment… one more moment… “Hmm,” said an all-too-familiar voice close to my ear, with wicked amusement.  “Rather too much joy with the elven wine, eh, Harwood?” “Oh, shush,” I slitted my eyes open just wide enough to glare at my ex-fiance, who was leaning indolently beside me with one shoulder propped against the wall.  “You would have drunk too much wine, too, if you’d been trapped in that conversation all through supper.” “What, you weren’t fascinated to learn all of Sansom’s great secrets?”  Wrexham shook his head at me, his mischievous grin shifting into something more wry…or even affectionate?  No, that must have been the elven wine distorting my perceptions again.  “I would have warned you, you know, if you’d only bothered to ask me first.  I ran into Sansom at an incident up north last year, when he was chanting at the moon and ran afoul of a local group of fairies.  He may be the most earnest and well-meaning would-be Druid of our age, but he certainly hasn’t the power to bring about our current snowstorm.” “No one does,” I said on a yawn.  “That’s the whole problem.”  The corridor shimmered in my vision, and Wrexham’s strong shoulder was beginning to look dangerously tempting.  If I could just rest my head there for a moment, while I regained my balance… “Even I never imagined that I had that much power.  We’re not elves, damn it, we’re only human.” “That’s why we work together, not alone,” he said softly.  “But…ah.”  He let out a sigh as I shifted infinitesimally closer.  “Never mind.  You’re tipsy on elven wine.  It wouldn’t be a fair fight, would it?” “What?” I frowned muzzily at him. Were we fighting again?  No, wait, of course we were-we must be, because I’d been forcing quarrels with him for over two months now, but still… “Shh,” he murmured, as he reached out...
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Dec
25

Merry Christmas Snippet: Christmas in Kilts Anthology

Merry Christmas Snippet: Christmas in Kilts Anthology   As an extra special Christmas treat, the staff at That’s What I’m Talking About blog bring you a collection of snippets from Christmas in Kilts.  A lovely Christmas themed collection of novellas featuring Scots, kilts, love and family.  Please enjoy and we wish you a wonderful holiday season filled with family, friends, About the Book Christmas in Kilts    Author:  Terri Brisbin, Lavinia Kent, Bronwen Evans, May McGoldrick, and Lecia Cornwall Publisher:   Swerve Released:  October 31, 2017 Genre:  Historical Romance, novellas Author contact links:   Terri Brisbin, Lavinia Kent, Bronwen Evans, May McGoldrick, Lecia Cornwall Purchase links:  Amazon REVIEW Snippet: A Highlander’s Hope by Terri Brisbin ~ “‘Tis not late enough to sleep,” she said as she watched him stand.  His male flesh did as well. “Aye, ’tis not.”  Instead of reaching for her, he walked past her and picked p her gown and shift.  “And there will be plenty of time for that,” he said, understanding her expectation.  “I need to walk a bit after riding for these last days.  Do ye mind?”  He held out her garments to her. “‘Tis yer time to do as ye please, Iain.”  And his coin.  She would naysay him not at all during his time here. His gaze darkened, and a flash of something moved over his expression.  She, who could read men and their needs and wants, was mystified, for it was either anger or disappointment.  At her?  What had she said to cause it?  Then it was gone, and he nodded at the clothing in her hands. “Join me?” He’d surprised her, which startled her even more. Robena nodded and got dressed quickly.  No matter her haste, she could not help but watch him, trying to understand his mood, his needs. Men were creatures of habit, and she’d learned early on to be mindful of those habits in her customers.  Men also appreciated her attention to the details, so they did not have to repeat themselves.  They liked it when she did the things they liked her to do without having to ask.  Though there were those who liked the ordering part of things, most enjoyed the feeling that they were special enough to remember.  And they paid well for that from her. He paid her well for that.  But this was not his habit to do.  Usually, on shorter visits, he spent most of their time together on that pallet, barely pausing to eat or sleep.  On his longer visits, over...
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Dec
24

Sunday Snippet: Hold Her Again by Shannon Stacey

Sunday Snippet: Hold Her Again by Shannon Stacey About the Book Hold Her Again    Author:  Shannon Stacey Publisher:   Carina Press Released:  October 23, 2017 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon REVIEW Snippet:  Jace spotted her when she was about ten feet from the stage and, after a few seconds of eye contact, a slow smile spread over his face. And then the crowd realized what was happening and the applause and the whistles started as she climbed the two steps onto the wooden stage. Butterflies danced in her stomach and she might have bolted for the door, but Jace held out his hand. She let herself take hold of it without thinking, and his fingers curled around the edge of her hand, pulling her toward the microphone. “Y’all know we’re raising money for the Santa fund tonight,” Jace said into the microphone, turning back to the crowd without letting go of her hand. “And I hope you’ll dig deep because it means a lot to me. Back in the day, when times were tough, the Santa fund brought me joy. And now it’s brought me joy again because all I wanted for Christmas this year was for Ava Wright to sing with me again.” He was playing to the crowd, she told herself as his words caused warmth to seep through her. Jace Morrow could always sing, but he’d learned about performing while he was away, and he knew how to get these people to open their wallets. But no matter how much she tried to resist it, the emotion in his voice got all mixed up with the sweet memories of being on stage with him in the past and her heart pounded in her chest. Then he looked back at her and grinned. “I guess I must have been a good boy this year.” The crowd hooted and hollered, but Ava barely heard them. She felt the answering grin curving her mouth and was powerless to stop it. “I seriously doubt that.” He laughed and then let go of her hand to play the opening bars of “Winter Wonderland”. It was an easy song to sing and one she’d always had a lot of fun with, so she was happy he opened with it. She thought it would hurt more, singing with Jace again. But it was so natural—so right—that she lost herself in the songs and the harmonizing. By the fourth song, which was “Away In A Manger” by request...
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Dec
17

Sunday Snippet: Haunted by Shari Nichols

Sunday Snippet: Haunted by Shari Nichols  About the Book Haunted     Author:  Shari Nichols Publisher:   Liquid Silver Press Released:  November 27, 2017 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Blog, Facebook, Goodreads, Instagram, Newsletter, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Snippet: Karly made sure to keep her head down, wanting to avoid another run-in. Her gaze skittered over fallen leaves and flagstone tiles. Through the corner of her eye, she spotted a man in a suit and a few servers. Her fingers tightened around her key chain with every step, wanting to be far from the chaos of the evening. She was almost to the main street, when she bumped into a solid wall of muscle that threatened to knock her on her ass. Her keys flew from her hands as she began to fall backward. Before she hit the ground, two strong hands reached out and caught her around the waist. She glanced up and into the gorgeous face of the god she’d seen earlier. Up close, he was even more stunning and taller than she’d calculated. He exuded strength and masculinity, and when he focused that intense magnetism on her, all the air left her lungs, along with her ability to speak. Genuine concern flashed in his whiskey colored eyes. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?” His voice was like warm chocolate, melting her insides. When he dropped his hands, Karly could still feel the imprints on her skin. “Y-yes, I’m fine. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. The man smelled incredible, like sandalwood and clean laundry. “No need for apologies. Maybe you should sit down for a minute and have a drink with me.” There was elegance in the way he spoke that made her think of old money and private school. For a moment Karly thought about taking him up on his offer, but she wasn’t in the frame of mind to pull off light conversation or flirty banter at this point. “Thanks, but I have to pass. This night, well, it didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped so I think it’s my cue to go.” She did her best to school her features, but inside she was feeling raw and vulnerable. The only thing she wanted to do was go home, soak in a hot bath, and lick her wounds. His searing gaze swept over her and made butterflies flutter in her stomach...
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Dec
10

Sunday Snippet: The Snows of Windroven (Amid the Winter Snow) by Jeffe Kennedy

Sunday Snippet: The Snows of Windroven (Amid the Winter Snow) by Jeffe Kennedy  About the Book The Snows of Windroven (from the anthology Amid the Winter Snow)    Author:  Jeffe Kennedy Publisher:   Brightlynx Publishing Released:  2017 Genre:  Fantasy/Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, SFF Seven blog,Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Google Play, iBooks, Kobo, Smashwords REVIEW TO COME Snippet: Ami shook her head, hair catching the light like living flame. “I’ve really tried to give up feeling sorry for myself, as I know I’m blessed and should be grateful, but sometimes this beauty feels more like a curse, like people only see the pretty exterior and don’t see me.” She glared at me, defying me to argue with her. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing and she huffed out an exasperated sound. “The point is, Ash, that it’s not enough for you to close your eyes. I need you to see me.” “I see you,” I replied, my whisper harsh as the ravens calling in the trees. Her face crumpled a little and she looked down, worrying her fingers together, pale with chill as she’d taken off her gloves to tend me. “Do you? Sometimes I don’t think you do. I know it’s… difficult for you to be with me, even though you love me.” “I do love you, Amelia. I love you more than my own life.” She glanced up at me again, her face wet with renewed tears, and she smiled through them. “I know you do. And I love you—but it’s not enough, is it? I know you’re not happy.” “Maybe I’m just not a happy person,” I offered. “Is that all?” She searched my face. “Be honest with me, because I know there’s a lot of stuff that goes on in your head that you don’t share with me and that’s fine—” She held up a hand when I tried to speak, then pulled her gloves from her pocket and yanked them on. “Really, I’m fine with that. I’ve reconciled myself to it because if you wanted to let me in, you would. The thing is, you clearly don’t want to. For a while I thought, well that will change, but it hasn’t. If anything, you’re more closed off than ever. And… this isn’t enough for me anymore. Ironically enough, you were the one to open my eyes and make me want more than the fairytale. My marriage with Hugh was a lovely fantasy, and maybe if he’d lived, we would have...
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Dec
3

Sunday Snippet: Spartan Heart by Jennifer Estep

Sunday Snippet: Spartan Heart by Jennifer Estep  About the Book Spartan Heart    Author:  Jennifer Estep Publisher:   Self-published Released:  December 5, 2017 Series:   Mythos Academy spinoff #1 Genre:  Young adult urban fantasy – mythology Author contact links:   Blog, Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, B&N, Google Play, iBooks, Kobo, Smashwords REVIEW TO COME Snippet: A shoulder slammed into mine, making me stagger to one side of the cobblestone path. “Watch it!” I snapped. “Why don’t you watch it?” a low voice growled right back at me. Normally, I would have kept on going, since this wasn’t the first time someone had accidentally-on-purpose rammed into me while I was walking across the quad, thinking that it was hilarious to pick on the girl with the dead Reaper parents. All the taunts, whispers, and stares had filled me with a familiar, sickening mixture of guilt, shame, and embarrassment, but those emotions quickly morphed into a cold, hard knot of anger in my chest. Dirty looks and whispers were one thing, but actually plowing into me was something else, especially when I was already struggling with my emotions. Once again, I felt that need to lash out, and I decided to give in to it, since my day was already ruined. Someone wanted to mess with me? Well, I was tired of taking everyone else’s crap, and I could give as good as I got. I whirled around to confront the person who’d run into me and realized that it wasn’t one of the snotty Valkyrie girls like I’d expected. It was a guy—and he was gorgeous. Seriously, he was tall and muscled and just plain gorgeous in his black boots, black jeans, dark gray henley, and black leather jacket. Rich honey highlights ran through his dark blond hair, which stuck up at odd angles, as though he constantly ran his fingers through it, but the slightly messy, unkempt look totally suited him. He had the kind of great cheekbones, perfect straight nose, and strong jaw that you’d see on a movie star. But his eyes . . . his eyes were simply amazing—a light, bright, piercing gray. I’d never seen eyes like that before, and I tried to figure out what their color reminded me of. Rain-soaked clouds, maybe, or the gleaming edge of a freshly sharpened sword . . . The guy glared at me, breaking the spell. I blinked and forced myself to ignore how cute he was. Instead, I studied him again, and I realized...
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