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Sunday Snippets – A Cursed Embrace

Sunday Snippets – A Cursed Embrace    About the Book A Cursed Embrace Author:  Cecy Robson Publisher:   Signet Released:  July 2, 2013 REVIEW HERE Snippet I perked up.  “Did you learn French, too?” Aric shrugged.  “A little here and there.” “Just enough to get some tail, Ceila.”  Liam spoke casually as if merely stating common knowledge.  He’d walked in to grab a pack of mini marshmallows from the pantry.  Too bad Emme hadn’t done so in his place. I didn’t need to know more about Aric’s sexual past.  The females who flaunted and threw themselves at him were enough evidence of his prowess. Liam did a double take when he caught my open mouth and almost dropped the small package.  HIs hand shot out as he realized his mistake.  Sort of.  “Don’t worry, Celia.  All those one-might stands didn’t mean anything to him, right, Aric?” Aric’s glare had Liam backing into the sliding glass doo.  Koda stuck his head in, his brows set deep and his long black hair descending to his thigh-thick arms.  “All you had to do was grab some damn marshmallows.  Shut your trap and get outside before Aric eats you.”  He gave me a stiff nod before disappearing outside. Aric’s light brown eyes softened when they met mine.  “That was a long time ago, sweetness,” he whispered.  I supposed I was his way of offering an explanation or attempting to apologize.  I nodded but found myself inching away from him.  It hurt too much to think about other hands caressing Aric, especially when my own had barely touched him.  No matter how hot, his tempting heat stood no chance against my raging insecurities.  “Baby, I–” Did you find anything, Danny?”  I spoke to Danny, but by that point I’d twisted enough to face Bren.  Bren could’ve laughed, or joked, or asked Aric for details about his indiscretions.  But he didn’t.  He sensed my hurt, and he didn’t like it.  That was the great thing about Bren.  All kidding aside, he really cared about me. “You okay?” he mouthed. My clenched jaw screamed no, and that I was in over my head with Aric.  Bren made a motion to stand, but it was Danny who actually save me.  He cleared his throat hard enough to make him cough into his hand.  “There is something here.  Daemonium consaguineis loosely translates into demon kin from Latin to English.”  HIs finer traced along the passages as his mind worked to translate the words.  “It’s believed a new...
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Aug
25

Sunday Snippet – Sweet Madness

Sunday Snippet – Sweet Madness    About the Book Sweet Madness Author:  Heather Snow Publisher:   Signet Released:  April 2, 2013 REVIEW HERE Snippet …”Have you considered that your affliction could stem from traumas you experienced during battle?” He regarded her.  “I’d be a fool not to have,” he answered.  He still had the dreams of death and battle and even the waking nightmares occasionally.  “In fact, I have often wondered if that is where this lunacy got its start.” The dreams had brought on terror and confusion, but he’d take that every day of the year over the bouts of madness that had marked his past months.  “But even were that the case, it has gone far beyond anything I suffered from the wars.  And therefore beyond both your experience and your best intentions, I’m afraid.” “I will admit I’ve never seen a situation quite like yours,” she said tactfully.  “Bu don’t underestimate me.  I dare say my methods will be better than what you’ve endured thus far.  Mr. Allen told me of the purges, the cold baths, the leeching.”  An involuntary shiver shook her shoulders.  “He said you even asked to be blistered?” This time the shiver was his.  He’d never forget the agony of hot plasters being placed on his skin, raising blisters that were then lanced and drained.  “That’s barbaric, Gabriel.  Why would you let them do such a thing?” “Why do you think?” he shot back in clipped tones.  This time it was he backing away from her, ashamed.  Did she know everything of his time in this madhouse?  “Because some bloody doctor told me it could heal me.  Some blather about the overstimulation of my nerves and restoring my natural balance, and hence my sanity.” The worst part of it was that he’d thought it had worked.  For a few hopeful weeks, he’d been episode free and begun to dream about returning home and picking up his life.  But then he’d had another episode, one worse that any before it.  “I’d have done anything to be the man I once was,” he finished in a low voice. Penelope surprised him by not allowing his retreat.  She followed, placing herself so close he could detect her subtle scent.  She tilted her head up slightly.  She wasn’t a short woman, but neither was she tall.  Rather, she was the perfect height to capture his gaze and his attention. “Then don’t send me away, she said.  “I may have started down this path unintentionally, but I...
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Aug
18

Sunday Snippets – His Clockwork Canary

Sunday Snippets – His Clockwork Canary The Book His Clockwork Canary Author: Beth Ciotta Publisher: Signet Release Date: June 4, 2013 REVIEW HERE Snippet A newsboy appeared hawking the morning edition of the London Informer.  Unable to resist, Simon purchased a copy.  Just as he unfolded the wretched tabloid, someone snatched it out of his hands. The Clockwork Canary. “You don’t want to read this,” the kid said. “Oh, but now I must.”  Simon retrieved the newspaper and focused on the front page. EXCLUSIVE SCOOP – THE CLOCKWORK CANARY TO SING DARCY’S EXPLOITS! The Informer’s star reporter has taken a sabbatical in order to chronicle the exploits of the Honorable Simon Darcy, London’s most controversial civil engineer (and relation of the infamous TIME VOYAGER), as he joins the Race for Royal Rejuvenation — now known as the Triple R Tourney!  The Clockwork Canary will record a firsthand account of Mr. Darcy’s adventures, to be published in serial form upon completion of the expedition.  Prepare to be dazzled by tales of risqué romance, high drama, and nail-biting intrigue!  Will Mr. Darcy dazzle and deliver like his notorious cousin  Or, like his unfortunate father, will his dreams go up in smoke? Simon’s temper sparked and snapped like the malfunctioning turbine on the Flying Cloud.  Strangling the Canary would only land him in prison — or worse.  In addition, the blasted pressman possessed knowledge that Simon very much needed.  Tempering the urge to kill, he glanced over the top of the paper at the red-faced sensationalist.  “If I were a violent man–” “But you are not.” “How do you know?” The kid’s cheeks burned even brighter.  “I’ve done my research.  You have no prior record or history of physical violence.” “There’s always a first time.”  Simon folded the paper and shoved it in under his arm.  He leaned in, glowering down at the dark-haired, dark-eyed, ruddy-skinned bohemian.  An intimidating move meant to allow him closer, intimate proximity.  His body responded in a familiar, intimate way.  Bleeding hell.  Mina? “I did not write it,” the kid gritted out.  “That particular article, that is.  My editor assigned someone to take my place.  Whilst I’m away.  With you.” Simon merely watched as the Canary fidgeted beneath her coat.  Her coat.  Oh, yes.  He would bet his comfortable own house this pressman was indeed a bird.  And quite possibly his former betrothed.  Question was, what was she playing at? “Did you purchase our tickets?” Willie asked as a whistle blew and a...
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Aug
11

Sunday Snippets: Magic Rises

Sunday Snippets: Magic Rises

Sunday Snippets are back and with a punch… check out a short snippet from the latest Ilona Andrew’s Kate Daniel’s series.

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Oct
14

Sunday Snippet #124

Sunday Snippet #124 Seawitch Author: Kat Richardson Greywalker #7 Publisher: Roc Released:  August 7, 2012REVIEW HERE A current of green energy “water” tore at my legs and I crouched to make a smaller, denser target as I looked for the cause of the surge. The Grey looked strangely white here, like a day of unbroken, high, thin clouds reflecting the sun in directionless glare.  The harsh whiteness felt wet and cold and rippling curves of colored light rose in waves ahead of me.  t their core I saw flickers of amethyst light that stretched and receded as the waves drew and rushed toward me.  I plunged forward, diving into the approaching wave, and gripped the violet light. It slipped from my hand like a fish and rushed away with one final flick that sent me head over heels through the suddenly becalmed Grey.  I fell toward the normal and tumbled backward over Solis. He jumped aside with a yelp of alarm, one arm coming up as the other reached for one of my flailing hands and twisted it behind my back.  I didn’t fight – even if it hadn’t been Solis, I was too dizzy from the spinning transition to catch my balance. Solis pushed me toward the wall by force of habit as if he were going to snap the cuffs on me, then realized what he was doing and let go.  I sagged forward, catching myself against the wall beside the door.  I gasped for breath and turned, leaning back against the nearest firm, upright surface. Solis faced me, braced, his hands slightly raised as if he expected me to lunge at him, but wasn’t sure I was actually dangerous as much as confused, like a holiday drunk.  His eyes weren’t quite so wide, but his stance and expression were wary – no, alert, like a fighter waiting on the next move of an unpredictable opponent.  That was interesting … He wasn’t freaking out, though his aura was jumping wildly and the tension in his body spoke loudly of a willingness to meet his fears rather than run from them. I caught my heaving breath and kept my hands where he could see them.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to fall over you like that,” I said. “Fall?” he repeated.  “Say more like flying, as if someone threw you.  What … was that?” I chewed on my words before I let them out.  “I … sometimes have a little disagreements...
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Oct
7

Sunday Snippet #123

Sunday Snippet #123 Sweet Deception Author: Heather Snow Veiled Seduction #2 Publisher: Signet Released:  August 7, 2012REVIEW HERE “You wrote to every magistrate in England?” “It took weeks, but yes.  And most responded.  Many continue to send me reports quarterly.  It would be much simpler if England had a national system of crime reporting, as they do for births, deaths, mortality and such.” “Hmmm.  I’m sure the policy makers see no monetary gain to be had in such an endeavor.” She shrugged.  “They’re wrong, of course.  If we can spot patterns amongst types of crimes, find out who is committing them and more importantly why, we can address those core problems to reduce crime  Which will have immense monetary benefits.  And all of those answers lie in the numbers.” He turned his startling green gaze on her.  “You were making some sense, Emma, but how can numbers tell you why a person committed a crime?” A pleasant flush warmed her.  His interest invigorated her and she found herself relishing the challenge.  “Well, once I’d gathered the criminal statistics, I started comparing them to other numbers that are available nationally.”  She ticked them off on the fingers of her left hand as she named them.  “Such as the number of inhabitants of an area per condemned person, the number of boys in primary school in that district, the type of industry and wealth in the area.  And I’ve seen some startling patterns.”  She pointed to the map he was currently scanning and its array of blues and purples.  “See here?  Property crimes tend to happen in areas of higher education, for example, suggesting a more sophisticated criminal without the motivation of survival for his or her crimes.” Derick peered at the map, scanning the numbers jotted alongside.  “I’d have expected the exact opposite.”  “Exactly!”  Emma clasped Derick’s upper arm with both of hers, pulling him along to the next map to the right, this one colored with reds, yellows and oranges.  How right it felt, having him beside her, showing him her passion.  “And it’s not just who is committing the crimes that is of interest, but when they are committed.  For example, this map shows that crimes against persons occur most often during the summer months,.  Is it the heat?  Longer daylight hours?  Crimes against property tend to happen in the winter.  What could we do to combat those phenomena?” She tugged him along to another one of greens, grays and golds...
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Sep
30

Sunday Snippet #122

Sunday Snippet #122 Blood Fever Author: Veronica Wolff The Watchers #3 Publisher:NAL Trade Released:  August 7, 2012REVIEW HERE  I didn’t even look at him.  I just said, “The girl who died climbing.  Acari Kate.  Why did she fall?” “Pride goeth before a fall.” “Please, Carden.  I need to know – in English.”  His nonanswer gave me the mental strength to angle my body to look at him, and I wished I hadn’t.  He’d wrapped his arms around his bent legs, and his shirt tugged against his body, outlining ropes of lean muscle.  I looked down the beach, back to the scene of the accident.  “She climbed to the top and saw something.  It scared her enough to make her fall.  What did she see?” “Only Acari Kate knows what awaited her at the top.”  At my impatient look, he chuckled, but he continued.  “You’ve seen the mysteries this island hides.  What monsters lie in wait.  Not all are as brave as you in the face of danger.” Had she seen a Draug?  A vampire?  How many creatures were hiding out there, lying in wait? He added nonchalantly, “I believe Acari Kate must have bonded with someone.” My eyes bugged open.  “Seriously?” He shrugged.  “It would explain much.” “With who?”  I ran a mental catalog of all the vampires I’d seen on the island – the possibilities were endless. “That, I do not know.” I remembered her mania, her recklessness.  “Was that why she was acting nuts?  Is that going to happen to me?” “You’re strong in mind and body.  This island has made you forget, but it is time for you to remember: Your fate is not beyond your control.” I flopped back on my hands, stretching my legs before me on the sand.  “I wouldn’t be so sure.” “You must credit yourself.  This leg, for instance.”  He smoothed his hand along my thigh.  “You’ve worked hard to carve muscle where once there was none.” My flesh grew hot, buzzing where he touched me.  “I… I thought we were suppose to stay away from each other.” “Ah.”  He pulled his hand back.  “How quickly I forget.  You are still anxious to break the bond.” “I am,” I said, sounding more sure than I felt.  “It is possible, right?  To become unbonded.” “Aye,” he said.  “It’s possible.  Difficult, but possible.” “And you think Acari Kate has bonded with a vampire?” He shrugged.  “It would explain such rash behavior.  It’s the blood fever.  Some...
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Sep
23

Sunday Snippet #121

Sunday Snippet #121 Blackhearted Betrayal Author: Kasey Mackenzie Shades of Fury #3 Publisher: Ace Released: June 26, 2012REVIEW HERE Just then one of the last voices I wanted to hear at that moment drawled from the top of the stairs.  “Gee, how nice of you to call an emergency meeting without me.  And here I thought we were partners.” My heart sank, but I forced myself not to show it.  “Hey, Trin, thought you’d be home by now.” She seemed slightly out of breath, as if she hurried there from somewhere else.  Knowing her, that probably wasn’t far off the truth.  “I was, but Kale and Mahina called me back fro an abduction case.  Some idiot pedophile snatched a half-Sidhe girl who looked about fourteen years old.” I winced.  “Mortal, of course.” “Of course.  An arcane perv would have known better.  The fourteen-year-old turned out to be closer to fifty; some vigilante who’d caught the creep snooping in her neighborhood and decided to make an example out of him.  Dude’s still alive – barely -but his family’s making noises about charging the girl with attempted murder.” I snickered.  “They’re welcome to have his attorney explain to a jury exactly why he snatched and tried to molest an apparent fourteen-year-old.” “Yeah, exactly.” We’d reached the top of the stairs by then.  Her glance slid past me to Sahana, paused briefly upon Charlie, before turning back to me.  “Nice new threads.” I shifted uncomfortably, bracing for the knock-down, drag-out to come.  “Hey, Sahi, Charlie, mind waiting for us in my office? Mac should be there.” Trinity nodded, expression excruciatingly blank.  “He is.” They gave us measuring looks but didn’t argue, clearing the stairwell landing and disappearing down the hall and leaving me to face someone who could be every bit as scary as my mother, mortal or not.  She didn’t mince words, either.  “What the hell, Riss?  I’ve got to find out you called an emergency meeting behind my back by catching your little brother sneaking into your office?  I thought we were past your trying to protect me.” “I’m not -“ “Bullshit!”  She smacked the fire door so hard that the sound echoed up and down the stairwell.  “It always comes back to you thinking mortals can’t pull their weight against arcanes.  Here I thought you trusted me enough to hold down the fort while you did your Fury thing, and you’re back here checking up on me already – and in secret...
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Sep
16

Sunday Snippet #120

Sunday Snippet #120 Liquid Lies Author: Hanna Martine The Elementals #1Publisher: Berkley  Released: July 3, 2012 REVIEW HEREHe leaned in, so close his breath ruffled the hair next to her ear.  “What’s your name?” The rest of the bar dropped away like a trapdoor. She turned her head just enough to make out the details of his tattoo.  Leaf- and thorn-covered vines twisted around this neck, the tip of the last leaf resting just below his earlobe.  She clenched her fingers, resisting the urge to touch it.  To touch him. Her voice came out in shaky threads.  “Gwen.” She felt him smile.  “Gwen.  I’m Reed.” Reed nudged her hair with his nose, inhaling.  “Tell me more about this Ed Ruscha guy.” She chuckled low.  “are you serious?  Now?” The hand on the back of her chair dropped to her knee.  Palm covering the top of her boot.  Thumb on her thigh.  Fingertips dancing like snowflakes at the edge of her skirt hem.  She stopped breathing. “Actually, no.”  Chin stubble scraped just below her ear. She forced herself to inhale.  “Good.  Because I can’t think.” Reed pulled back enough for her to see his face again.  “I really did think out you today.  I wondered if what I’d felt this morning was wrong.  Misplaced.” “I thought about you, too.”  For different reasons, but those didn’t seem to matter anymore. “Good.  I’m glad to hear that.” “Where are you staying?”  It slipped out before she could stop it.  She couldn’t take it back, and she realized she didn’t’ want to. His expression turned heated.  “The Four Seasons.  Just for tonight.” “I hear that’s nice.”  And expensive.  And a quick cab ride away. “It is.” He licked his lips.  “Would you like to see it?” His voice thrummed deep bass chords in her ears, sending quivers straight to her legs.  He tightened his grip on her thigh, and she watched him react to her reaction. She’d never wanted to be naked more in her entire life. This was it.  The one pass granted to her by the Allure.  Forgiven only if it was temporary.  She knew for a fact that Griffin had slept with a Primary a few months ago, before they’d heard the rumblings in the Board about their match.  He didn’t know she knew and there was no reason to confront him about it.  Had it been just sex to Griffin?  Or had he connected with that woman in the way Gwen connected...
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Sep
9

Sunday Snippets #119

Sunday Snippets #119 Live and Let Drood Author: Simon R. Green Secret Histories #6 Publisher: Roc Released: June 5, 2012 REVIEW HERE “Things just get better all the time,” said Molly.  “So, what now?” “We need answers,” I said.  “We need hard information as to exactly what went down here and who was behind it.  Someone out there will know.  Someone always knows.  But where do we go to ask?  Time was, we’d have just dropped into the Wulfshead Club, that celebrated supernatural water hole, paid for a round for the house, and they’d have been lining up to tell us everything we needed to know.  But I’m pretty sure I’m persona non grata there, after the … recent unpleasantness.” “You mean when you completely lost control, beat up everyone who got in your way and half killed your old friend the Indigo Spirit?” said Molly.  “Oh, hell, yes, Eddie.  They’re still talking about that, and not in a good way. You are banned from the Wulfshead for life, Eddie Drood and possibly even longer than that.” “But that’s just Eddie Drood,” I said, craftily.  “I could still sneak in as Shaman Bond, couldn’t I?” “I wouldn’t,” said Molly.  “I really wouldn’t.  Take it from me: That boat has sailed.  Far too many people in that place now know Eddie and Shaman are the same man.  No one’s actually given you up yet, but you can bet good money there’d be a race to drop you right in it if you were to push your luck.  Give them time to calm down, and they might let you back in as Shaman.  But right now the very least they’d do is set the hellhounds on you and blow your secret identity right out of the water.” “But they will calm down?” I said.  “Eventually?” “Who can say?” I looked at her thoughtfully.  “You could always…” “No, I couldn’t,” said Molly.  “I’m banned, as well, just for knowing you.” “Ah,” I said.  “Sorry about that.” “Don’t be!  I’m not.  Never cared much for the Wulfshead, anyway.  Bit too elevated for my tastes.  And it’s gone so upmarket these days… so up itself it’s practically staring out its own nostrils.  And the bar prices suck big-time.” I smiled.  Molly can be very loyal in her own...
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