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Jun
8

Sunday Snippet: The Magic Between Us by Tammy Falkner

Sunday Snippet: The Magic Between Us by Tammy Falkner  About the Book The Magic Between Us Author:  Tammy Falkner Publisher:   Sourcebooks Released:  January 7, 2014 REVIEW HERE Snippet Marcus still stood with his arms outstretched.  If he wasn’t mistaken, Lucius smelled worse now than he had when they’d arrived.  “Someone take this,” he said.  But no one came forward. He looked over at Cecelia, who’d taken Cindy and sat down on the settee with the baby burrowed tightly in the crook of her arm.  He sat down beside her and tried to balance Lucius on his knee.  But the little guy was not happy.  Not at all. “He doesn’t like me,” Marcus complained. “If you hold everyone at arm’s length like that,” his mother warned, “the rest of the world will dislike you just as much.” Ouch.  She should just pull that knife right out of his chest.  And replace it with a dull spoon.  One that she could jab into the aching wound over and over.  “I don’t hold everyone at arm’s length,” he grumbled.  “Just those who smell atrocious.” The soft, clean scent of Cecelia’s hair rose up to tickle his nose.  He looked down at her.  She regarded the baby tucked into the crook of her arm with an air of contentment.  His heart dropped toward his toes.  He wanted that to be his baby in her arms. “You smell so much better than he does,” he whispered to Cecelia with a smile. She harrumphed at him and went back to looking at the baby.  Well, that was an abysmal failure.  He couldn’t even deliver a compliment well.  Allen came to stand at his shoulder and took the baby from his arms.  Thank God.  At least his brother saw fit to save him.  Allen placed the baby in his mother’s arms, and the little one ceased his wailing immediately. “I told you he hated me,” Marcus grumbled. “He’s not the only one,” a voice said from the doorway. Marcus looked over and couldn’t keep the corners of his lips from rising at the sight of Ainsley.  “Ainsley!” he cried.  He got to his feet and rushed toward her.  He wanted to swing her around in his arms, but the loud clearing of his brother’s throat stopped him.  Actually, Allen sounded like he was choking to death on a chicken bone, so Marcus turned to look at him midstride.  Allen shook his head quickly.  “Don’t do that,” he said quietly but sternly. Marcus had forgotten the rules...
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Jun
1

Sunday Snippet: Gilded Lily by Vivian Winslow

Sunday Snippet: Gilded Lily by Vivian Winslow    About the Book Gilded Lily  Author:  Vivian Winslow Publisher:   Self-published Released:  May 18, 2014 Genre:   Erotic Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Pinterest Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes & Noble Snippet “I walked in on them, mom. You think I don’t know what my own fiancé looks like?” The thought of her fiancé and sister’s naked bodies intertwined was seared on Lily’s mind. It was almost like looking in a mirror— watching her twin sister, Dahlia, betray her with the man she loved. The man she was ready to pledge her life to. “Well, you know how your sister is, it could’ve been anyone,” her mom replies. “But it wasn’t just anyone. It was Jack, and on the night before we’re supposed to get married!” “Darling,” her mother says, patting her head like a two-year old child who just dropped her lollipop. “You can still get married. It’s not too late. Men are all the same—it’s time you learn that.” Lily looks up from her pillow at her mother and around her room, still the same since she went away to boarding school eleven years ago. Pink and purple with a large, canopy bed, a bed “fit for a princess,” her mother had always said. And for all intents and purposes she was a princess, living a privileged life in New York City—the best schools, the right friends, and the (former) perfect fiancé. “What are you saying, mother? That it’s ok for Jack to screw anyone he wants?” “Oh, honey. Men have needs. It’s pure biology. Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t make a good husband and father.” “Are you saying Dad cheated on you?” Lily sits up, wiping away her tears. Her mother turns away for a moment and picks up a family photo on the nightstand. “It’s the unspoken rule here on the Upper East Side, Lily. With the house in the Hamptons and the chalet in Aspen comes infidelity. I thought you’d had some clue. But it’s my fault. I’ve kept you sheltered because I hoped for a different life for you than mine.” “But why didn’t you tell me sooner? I never imagined Jack would cheat on me.” Lily falls back onto the bed. Her mother faces her and raises an eyebrow. “Jack is no different from his father. His family has a lot of money and influence in this city. Even more than we do. Our two families would make an incredible alliance.” “So that’s all this...
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May
25

Sunday Snippet: The Mark of the Tala by Jeffe Kennedy

Sunday Snippet: The Mark of the Tala by Jeffe Kennedy  About the Book The Mark of the Tala  Author:  Jeffe Kennedy Publisher:   Kensington Released:  May 27, 2014 Genre:   Fantasy Author contact links:   Website, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes ‘n Noble Snippet He stood by my bed. His black hair spilled loose over his shoulders, his midnight gaze on me, his face grave. “Beautiful Andromeda—don’t be afraid. I’m here.” He sat beside me and stroked a finger down my cheek. It felt real and warm and I wanted to lean my cheek into his palm, for comfort. “You’re not real,” I whispered, willing myself to wake up. “I am real. The other things are not. They’re just…fragments tossed up by your mind because of the changes in you. I would spare you this pain, but I cannot. Let me soothe you.” He ran a hand over my hair and his scent wrapped around me, warm, enticing. “I apologize, Princess, for this morning. I bungled things. I thought once our blood mingled, you would understand. Come to me and I’ll make it all up to you. You need to. It’s your destiny. Neither of us can change that.” “I cannot. I never will.” I clung to the covers, as if I could keep from being dragged away. “This is my home, my people.” His fingers twined in my hair, possessive, impatient. Tugging me close. For a moment I thought he’d kiss me, and my heart pounded in fear and elation. “Your true people await you. Your home is Annfwn and it needs you. Won’t you see? You only wound us all by resisting.” He turned, showing me the dagger that stood out from his muscled shoulder, blood soaking his sleeve dark. “You injured me, Andromeda. Won’t you take it back?” He took my hand, unfolded my fist, stroking my open palm, and wrapped my fingers around the hilt of the knife. It filled my hand, hard and hot with his blood. I cringed. It had seemed so right at the time. “I was defending myself.” “I know. It was my fault for frightening you. But now I need you to pull it out.” “I can’t.” “You must.” “Have someone else do it.” “Don’t you understand yet, my Andromeda? It has to be you. No one else can. I need you. Annfwn needs you. “Please.” He whispered the words, insidious. “Please, Andromeda, do this for me.” I tried. I tugged, but the dagger wouldn’t come free. It was stuck, deep in...
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May
18

Sunday Snippet: The Secret Dead by SW Fairbrother

Sunday Snippet: The Secret Dead by SW Fairbrother  About the Book The Secret Dead  Author:  SW Fairbrother Publisher:   Self-published Released:  November 4, 2014 Author Contact:   Website, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon Snippet London is built on the bones of its dead.  They are everywhere, sunk into the depths and ground soil of the city.  In the Square Mile you can hardly walk more than a few paces without stepping on someone’s grave.  Most are long forgotten and long buried, and they are the reason London is filled with ghosts.  The spirits of the dead can only set foot on hallowed ground; someone must have died or been buried there, and there must have been a prayer said for the dead.  The city is spotted with it, and the spirits jump through like holy hopscotch. Ghosts are common as rats throughout the city and about as popular.  They’re also terrible gossips.  You don’t have much else to do if you’re dead.  If I was lucky, all I needed to do was find some ghosts and put out the word, with appropriate reward, that I was looking for a zombie. I buttoned up my coat against the freezing air and pulled my woolly bobble hat down over my ears before I left the lobby.  A single army truck was parked on the corner, but there were no soldiers in sight.  A pair of elderly women scuttled across a pedestrian crossing further up the road.  Them.  They’re going to be first to go… That’s what Little had said.  Them and me, it seemed.  But I wasn’t planning on being out more than a few minutes, and Malcolm had only been gone a few hours.  I was at a bigger risk of a fine.  I checked again for the army, but saw no one official. Rain drizzled down the back of my neck, and the small amount of morning sunlight had diminished even further, leaving a morning dark enough that you’d need a lamp to read your newspaper outside. Two roads up from the office, sandwiched between a pound shop and a bookie’s, is the city’s worst chippy.  The food is reasonable, but the building stands on one of the largest forgotten plague pits south of the river.  It’s changed hands numerous times over the years, suffering from the aura that accompanies so many painful deaths and puts people off eating anything it produces.  Shafiq, the current owner, has kept it going longer than most through sheer stubbornness.  I looked both ways before...
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May
11

Sunday Snippet: The Blush Factor by Gun Brooke

Sunday Snippet: The Blush Factor by Gun Brooke  About the Book The Blush Factor Author:  Gun Brooke Publisher:   Bold Strokes Books Released:  February 18, 2014 Author Contact:   Website, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Live Journal Snippet Something about this young woman made it impossible for Eleanor to merely close her laptop and stop watching.  Eleanor noticed the nearly transparent hazel eyes immediately.  A charming band of freckles danced across her nose, which, together with her full, soft, pink mouth, gave her an aura of innocence.  Her blinding smile, wide and guilelessly open, pulled Eleanor in.  She called herself “Blush”, and this girl seemed to know everything about makeup, hair, and skin products – anything related to beauty.  Blush acted so natural in front of the camera, whether at her vanity or in any other room in her home.  Her voice was melodious and her laughter contagious. Eleanor had found this woman’s channel on YouTube while searching for the beauty gurus that had the most subscribers.  With more than 350,000 subscribers and millions upon millions of hits on her more than five hundred clips, Blush was among the most successful.  Young girls and women couldn’t seem to get enough of her advice, her reviews, or her tutorials.  Eleanor snorted.  She was no different.  This was the third evening in a row she’d sat for hours, thinking she would click on just one more link, watch one more clip of this fresh-faced young woman.  So she did, like an addict. Blush’s intro played and her now-familiar face came into view.  Her hair in a ponytail and with no makeup on, she seemed to be wearing only a bathrobe, which made Eleanor swallow twice.  Frowning, she tried to focus on what Blush was saying. “Hello, you wonderful people,” Blush said, waving.  “It’s been a whole week, I know, and I’m sorry.  Real life entered and I had to…deal with stuff.”  A shadow flickered across her features but was gone so fast Eleanor knew she would be replaying the clip later to see if she’d imagined it. “Today I thought I’d show you how you can look better for less.  I know we all love the expensive brands, but hey, most of us can’t afford them.  I can’t, normally.  Some of the high-end brands send me samples and new products to test, but you know my rule: if I didn’t buy it, it’s not going on my channel.  I usually end up giving those items away to charity.  The sealed ones, that is.”  She...
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May
4

Sunday Snippet: The Fallen by Keri Lake

Sunday Snippet: The Fallen by Keri Lake  About the Book The Fallen Author:  Keri Lake Publisher:   Self-published Released:  April 17, 2014 REVIEW HERE Snippet Karinna tugged at his grip, as Xander guided her up a winding staircase and came to a stop in front of a dark wooden door, with deep black grooves, that gave off an ominous warning of bad things on the other side. He pushed it open. Awe and horror battled inside her head as she looked around the room.  Unlike the relatively normal decor on the first floor, it did look like something out of the serial killer’s edition of Better Homes & Gardens. Beautiful enough to have her admiring the color scheme. Terrifying enough to leave her contemplating the quickest exit. A large steel cross stood atop a thick brown rug, in the center of the room.  Chains hung from the ceiling.  Paddles and whips of varying size and shape dangled from the wall.  A gun safe, in the same shades of beige and brown, stood off to the side, holding God knew what, considering the rest of the interior design. How very color coordinated. A dungeon that would bring the most sadistic Dom to his knees in tearful appreciation. Guiding her inside the room, Xander kept his eyes on her, as though assessing her reaction.  After tossing Karinna onto the bed, he crossed the room to the ominous-looking safe and rifled through its contents. Bolt.  Run.  The door had been left open.  A straight shot.  He could be quick, but she’d always been a sprinter.  Her tongue thickened, mouth drying as visuals of  Texas Chainsaw Massacre passed through her mind.  Jesus.  What if she picked the wrong door?  Would this leather-face doppelganger fly out, swinging? She had no intentions of finding out what lovely little devices he kept inside that safe, either.  Before she could talk herself out of it, she jumped up and made a dead run for the door. Yeah, she wanted in.  Wanted to find the sick sons of bitches who’d hurt her sister.  Being tortured and raped had crossed her mind, though the reality of it smacking her in the face didn’t exactly lead her down the path to acceptance.  Being alone with a psychopath out in the middle of nowhere never once played into the many ways she’d contemplated getting in the club, for sure. Shame on her for not having a game-plan for that shit, but c’est la vie, as the saying went, no sense beating herself up over it....
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Apr
27

Sunday Snippet & Giveaway: The Broken by Shelley Coriell

Sunday Snippet & Giveaway: The Broken by Shelley Coriell  About the Book The Broken  Author:  Shelley Coriell Publisher:   Grand Central Publishing Released:  April 29, 2014 Contact Links:  Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads Purchase Links:  Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes Snippet “Come on, Katy-lady, jist squeeze and squirt.” Kate looked at the gaping wound on the back of Agent Hayden Reed’s head and at the bottle of Super Glue Smokey Joe had handed her.  They sat in the cabin’s kitchen, Smokey perched on the edge of one chair, his eyes bright, Agent Reed in the other, his face expressionless. Sweat slicked her hands, and she almost dropped the glue.  “Smokey, are you sure this stuff is safe for cuts?” “Do it,” Agent Reed said with a quiet so loud she took a step back.  “Now.” Her fingers tightened around the glue.  At age sixteen, she left home for good and swore no one would ever talk to her in that tone of voice again.  She opened her mouth but snapped it shut.  She didn’t need to be slapped with another count of assault and battery on a federal agent.  She just needed to get Special Agent Hayden Reed patched up.  Then she could run and get her Broadcaster Butcher business taken care of. She tugged a curl of hair over the right side of her face and bent over Agent Reed’s head.  He didn’t flinch as she squirted a stream of glue along the gash and pressed together the two pieces of flesh.  Nor did he wince when she dabbed a warm washcloth at the small cut on his lip, compliments of her forehead.  He’d taken off his suit coat and wore a soft, creamy shirt of Egyptian cotton.  He smelled of laundry starch and cinnamon. And blood.  She smelled his blood. She grabbed the crimson-soaked cloths on the table and tossed them in the sink.  Then she picked up the glue and ground on the lid.  Through it all, Agent Reed sat stone still.  How could someone so silent say so much? At last she turned toward him, her throat dry and tight.  She didn’t believe in coincidences.  An armed FBI agent had landed on her doorstep twenty-four hours after another Butcher slaying, this one less than three hundred miles from her home.  “What do you want?” “Katrina Erickson.” Her legs gave way, and she backed into the counter in an effort to keep herself upright. He didn’t say anything but continued to look at her with that rock-hard expression.  No,...
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Apr
20

Sunday Snippet: Cursed by Destiny by Cecy Robson

Sunday Snippet: Cursed by Destiny by Cecy Robson  About the Book Cursed by Destiny Author:  Cecy Robson Publisher:   Signet Released:  January 7, 2014 REVIEW HERE  Snippet My sneakers crunched against the thickening snow in the garden, but the sudden alertness of my tigress slowed my steps.  She veered right and left, searching for a way out of me and thrilled by the sudden aroma breaking its way through the flurries.  I lifted my head to the sweeping sugar pine to my right, my lips parting at the sight of the dark figure crouching on the branches.  He leapt and landed with the controlled grace of a predator, watching me as he rose. Aric. “You caught me,” he said quietly.  I nodded, my breath lodged deep in my lungs.  “I know I shouldn’t have come.  But I needed to be sure you were safe.” Five vampires emerged from behind the trees, their sharp hisses forcing Aric’s deep voice to morph into a challenging growl.  They circled us, their vicious gazes fixed on Aric.  “Try it,” he rumbled. I stepped away from Aric and faced the lead vamp.  “Go back to your posts.” “The dog doesn’t belong on our master’s land, Celia,” he hissed, his incisors lengthening. “He does as my guest.”  My voice remained clam.  My protruding claws revealed I’d skewer hearts like chicken if anyone laid a fang on my wolf. The vampires advanced.  “Move, Celia–” “I’m not asking!”  I snapped.  “I’m ordering you to go back to you damn posts!”  Misha had bequeathed me the title of Mistress of the House of Aleksandr when I first moved in.  For the most part, his family and I ignored the so-called promotion.  I rarely pulled rank, but I did then.  Slowly the vamps withdrew, easing back into their hiding spots with audible swears and grumbles. My breath released in a shudder only to catch when Aric’s heavy black leather jacket fell against my shoulders.  The same jacket I’d given him on his birthday so long ago.  I lowered my lids to beat back the raw emotions of our breakup.  Months had passed from that awful night and still I hurt so much. Aric’s brown irises flared as he gathered the soft leather against my chest.  “You’re cold,” he said. I backed away from him.  “I–I don’t understand why you’re here.”  He straightened, falling silent.  Snow fell in thickening clumps, coating his dark brown hair and plastering the ends over his thick brows.  I focused on the exhaustion creeping from...
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Apr
13

Sunday Snippets: His Untamed Desire by Katie Reus

Sunday Snippets: His Untamed Desire by Katie Reus  About the Book His Untamed Desire Author:  Katie Reus Publisher:   Signet Released:  January 7, 2014 REVIEW HERE Snippet Half a dozen people spilled out from the double doors before Daphne finally made an appearance. She nearly stumbled in her heeled boots when she saw him.  “Hey.” “Hey, thought I’d walk to you to your car.” There was such a vulnerable look in her dark eyes it made him frown, but she blocked it so quickly he could almost pretend he imagined it.  “I didn’t actually drive.  I walked.  I didn’t say anything before because I knew you’d feel responsible.” “Responsible?”  What the hell was she talking about? She made a vague gesturing motion with her hand.  “You know, because I’m Leta’s friend.” He snorted, but ignored her statement and decided to go with distraction.  “I got a new Ducati.” Immediately her arms dropped form around herself and she stepped closer to him, the excitement rolling off her in waves.  Even if this was a different kind of excitement than the way she’d been turned on earlier when they were dancing, her jasmine scent teased him mercilessly.  “You did not.” “I did.”  He grinned at the pleasure playing across her face.  “Maybe I’ll even let you drive it.” “You’re such a liar.  I remember begging you to drive your old Harley and it was always, ‘when you’re old enough.'” She laughed, the rich sound a balm to his senses. This was the Daphne he remembered, relaxed and carefree.  “You’re definitely old enough now.” She sucked in a quick breath but held his gaze.  There was so much heat there it stole his breath.  She looked away first, scanning the street.  “So where is it?” “Let me drive you home and I’ll show you.”  What he wouldn’t give to feel her arms wrapped around him, her breasts pressed against his back… “That sounds a lot like blackmail to me.”  Humor danced in her gaze. “No, blackmail would be if I told you I’d let you drive it in exchange for a kiss.”  He hand no idea why he was pushing when she’d made it clear in the bar that she needed some distance, but he couldn’t help himself. Her dark eyes widened and she moistened her lips, her pink tongue darting out in a way  that was so sensual because she probably wasn’t aware she’d done it.  “You’d really let me drive your bike for a kiss?  And not just for a measly...
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Apr
6

Sunday Snippet: Reaper’s Touch by Eleri Stone

Sunday Snippet: Reaper’s Touch by Eleri Stone  About the Book Reaper’s Touch Author:  Eleri Stone Publisher:   Carina Press Released:  February 10, 2014 Author Links:   Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads Purchase Links:  Carina Press, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iBooks, ARe, Audible REVIEW HERE Snippet Ducking her head, she kept to the shadows.  She didn’t want to give anyone a clean shot if they came at her from the other direction.  She had no illusions that Nelson’s crew would let her go if they found her.  Not now.  It had gone too far for that.  They’d need her silence and, idiot that he was, even Nelson would recognize that there was only one way to ensure it.  When she reached the gate, a hand caught her wrist.  Before she could scream, another clamped over her mouth. She tasted gin and salt until her attacker jerked her back and her lip split against her own teeth, filling her mouth with blood.  He was taller than she was by at least half a foot and very strong, hauling her back as if she didn’t weight a thing, every step taking  her farther away from the gate and deeper into the shadows. “Quiet.” She brought her arms up inside his hold and then sharply down, but she couldn’t dislodge his grip.  When she jerked forward, he moved with her, using his weight to force her off balance.  The kick she aimed at his shin barely grazed him before he turned her and pressed her face into the wall, trapping her legs between his own.  She landed an elbow to his ribs and he grunted.  A low and violent sound that chilled her to the bone. Maybe she shouldn’t have bit his hand. Up until that point, he’d only been trying to restrain her, but as soon as her teeth broke skin, he pulled her head back and sharply, nearly lifting her off her feet.  She bit harder but he didn’t so much as flinch, only tightened his hold until she gasped.  Swearing, he unclamped her teeth from the meaty part of his hand.  Stubble from his cheek caught in her hair as he pressed his lips to her ear.  “Be still, damn it.  I’m not going to hurt you.” Right.  But she knew when she was overpowered, knew how to lie still and look for an opening to attack.  When she stopped fighting, he loosened his hold just enough for her to drag in a breath. “You are hurting me.” “Your choice to turn this...
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