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Dec
29

Sunday Snippet – Sing for the Dead

Sunday Snippet – Sing for the Dead  About the Book Sing for the Dead Author:  PJ Schnyder Publisher:   Carina Press Released:  November 4, 2013 REVIEW HERE Snippet “I’d best be heading back to headquarters before Maisie decides to call and see if I’ve eaten the two of you.”  Seth took a step toward Sorcha, hands outstretched. A rumbling growl rose up in the room.  Startled, Sorcha stared at Kayden. “The tabby.  Just retrieving the tabby, or Maisie’ll have my hide.”  As reasonable as Seth’s words were, his voice had dropped deeper as well, the words rougher. Sorcha handed over the purring cat before the two men abandoned civility and settled whatever the remaining issue was with violence.  A part of her wailed inside her mind, urging her to hold onto the cat and push the men to bloodshed. No, no, no. They were allies, both dominants.  She would not manipulate them for her pleasure.  But oh, for warm blood to spill… Not that of the walking dead but that of the living. Silence intruded on her thoughts.  The cat had stopped purring.  Both men were watching her.  Her bloodlust had nearly taken over and they must have been able to see it in her eyes, or catch it in her scent. “I need to get back to the gardens.”  Back to where she had room to move, things she could kill. Seth gave her a slow nod.  “I have patrols on the perimeters.  They haven’t been briefed yet about your new status as an ally.  It’d be better for you to wait until tomorrow.” As if she needed him to vouch for her in order to walk where she desired. Kayden took a step toward her and suddenly, the rest of the room phased out of her attention.  Taller than her and more heavily muscled than Seth.  But he moved quickly.  Faster than her?  She wanted to find out. “Staying in might not be a bad idea.  Wouldn’t want to get in a tussle, being allies and all.”  Kayden’s voice was low, mild.  It took a few moments for his words to sink in. No.  It wouldn’t be good to clash with the new allies.  Not when she craved a battlefield so badly and not when the blood of living people excited her so much more than the dead.  After all, the dead didn’t provide much of a challenge besides their sheer drive and numbers. The living fought with skill… and a desire to stay alive. “Sorcha, lass.  You’ll stay with...
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Dec
25

Merry Christmas & Snippet

Merry Christmas & Snippet Since snippets usually are my purview, I (Una that is) asked Jen to let me post the Christmas snippet this year. On this Christmas Day, I wish to treat you with a poem from a novella by Louisa May Alcott, A Christmas Dream and How it Came True. From our happy home Through the world we roam One week in all the year, Making winter spring With the joy we bring For Christmas-tide is here. Now the eastern star Shines from afar To light the poorest home; Hearts warmer grow, Gifts freely flow, For Christmas-tide has come. Now gay trees rise Before young eyes, Abloom with tempting cheer; Blithe voices sing, And blithe bells ring, For Christmas-tide is here. Oh, happy chime, Oh, blessed time, That draws us all so near! “Welcome, dear day,” All creatures say, For Christmas-tide is here.   On behalf of Jen, Ang, B, Gikany, Nima, Vampbard and myself (Una) we wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas!  We wish you all the best of this wonderful...
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Dec
22

Sunday Snippet – The Lair

Sunday Snippet – The Lair  About the Book The Lair  Author:  Emily McKay  Publisher:   Berkley Trade Released:  November 5, 2013  REVIEW HERE Snippet “This is where you seek sanctuary?  In a freezer in Wal-Mart? You can’t be serious.” “Serious as airtight, reinforced steel doors.” “Airtight, reinforced steel doors–” She paused to grab the handle and swing the door open.  “That open from the outside.” He smirked.  “Yeah.  Handles on the inside, too.  Besides, I haven’t met a Tick yet who actually thinks to try that.  They lose interest in what they can’t see or smell.  They’re animals.  Once you disappear into that box, you no longer exist to them.” She took a step closer to the door.  A scent that was one part rotten meat and two parts mold assaulted her nose.  “Holy crap, it stinks in there.” “Exactly.”  He nudged the door open with the nose of his rifle and stepped inside.  He panned the beam of light from his flashlight around the interior of the room. He didn’t seem to notice the stench.  Either he was used to doing this or his sense of smell had been obliterated already, because her nostrils were twitching in rebellion and she hadn’t even walked inside. A moment later, he walked out, his rifle slung up against his shoulder, his Maglite dangling from his hand.  “Looks clear.” “Yippee.” “Here’s the drill,” he said, ignoring her sarcasm.  “You stay here and clear out whatever’s stinking up the inside of the box. If it still smells, leave it near the outside door.  It’ll cover our scent.  Once we lock ourselves in, we’ll be airtight.  Any Ticks who come out after dusk will probably follow our scent to the store, but they won’t be able to find us or get in.  They’ll lose interest before dawn and move on to other prey.  Easy as pie.” “This is your big plan?  Lock ourselves into an airtight room for the night?  Doesn’t that seem a bit … stifling?”  Then it hit her.  That’s what the plants are for, isn’t it?” “Bingo.  Carter was right: you are smart.” “Smart enough to question the sanity of this plan.  How do you know you have enough to generate enough oxygen for the three of us?” He shrugged.  “I don’t.  But I’ve been doing this for six months now, sometimes with more than five people.  We haven’t died yet.” “That’s not super reassuring.” “Hey, if you want to be the one who sits outside the fridge and waits...
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Dec
15

Sunday Snippet – Daylighters

Sunday Snippet – Daylighters  About the Book Daylighters Author:  Rachel Caine Publisher:   NAL Released:  November 5, 2013 REVIEW HERE Snippet “It’s clear you don’t understand the slightest thing about what is happening in Morganville,” Amelie said.  “So I will forgive you for not comprehending how much danger you put Michael in by separating him from my protection.”  She nodded slightly, and on the other side of the atrium, Oliver stepped up.  He was holding Michael by the arm.  Michael broke free, and for just a heartbeat Claire saw him clearly in the dim light:  a shock of golden hair wild around his face, clear blue eyes fixed on Eve.  Of all of them, he looked the least like a vampire, except for the pallor of his skin.  He looked like a Renaissance angel come to life, if angels wore jeans and witty T-shirts.  He was wearing something black around his throat, and for a second Claire thought it was one of Eve’s chokers, the dog-collar type, though that would be a strange thing for him to put on.  She could barely see it, and then he was a blur, heading at vamp speed across the tiles. Hannah pressed a button on the box on her belt, and Michael stopped.  No, not just stopped – he broke stride, stumbled, and fell to his knees, shaking.  “Slowly,” Hannah said.  “Don’t make me take it up to the next level, Michael.  Move slowly.” “Yes,” Amelie said from the shadows.  “Pray do as she says, Michael.” Eve, after a white-hot glare at Hannah, threw herself out into the open space and down next to Michael.  “What did you do to him?” she demanded.  “He’s hurt!  Michael, baby, are you okay?  Michael!” “He’s fine,” Hannah said, and took her finger off the button.  “No permanent damage, I promise.  But I have to make sure everybody obeys the rules.  It’s the only way this works.” The vampires hadn’t moved, but there was a new feeling in the air, Claire thought.  A kind of tension that was reinforced by what sounded almost like a low whisper of sound. A growl. “I’m fine,” Michael said.  He sounded shaken, but he wrapped his arms around Eve and held on tight.  “God, there you are.  All in one piece.  I was so worried.” “Me?  I’m not the one who got an arrow to the chest, bucko.” “I didn’t know what happened to you.”  He raised his hands to cup her face, and brushed her black hair...
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Dec
8

Sunday Snippet – Hero for Hire

Sunday Snippet – Hero for Hire  About the Book Hero for Hire Author:  Merissa McCain and Margaret Madigan Publisher:   Lyrical Press Released:  October 1, 2013 REVIEW HERE Snippet A tall man entered through the door behind the window.  He was well built, and his hair was backlit to a golden color by the evening sunlight.  He moved with a careless male swagger, confidently in charge.  I unfolded myself from the upholstered bench and strode to the glass, trying to ignore the multitude of aches moving brought on.  As stiff and sore as I felt today, his easy movement annoyed me.  I swallowed it down, reminding myself I needed these people, but they obviously didn’t need me. When he stepped up to the glass, I saw him properly.  He was beautiful in the way a big cat is beautiful – all golden, sleek, dangerous muscle.  A man like him, well, he might actually manage to liberate my journals. I pasted a smile on my face.  “Hello, I-” “Might be infected.  I heard.” I glanced away.  “I’m not, and I’m in quarantine until you see I’m not.  So Mr. Channing, it would be good if we could use the time we have right now to discuss terms.” He cocked his head at me.  “It’s not Channing.  It’s Charming.  Rafe Charming.” I mirrored the tilt of his head, biting the inside of my cheek, but it made no difference.  The ends on my mouth turned up until I felt an immense grin on my face. His eyes narrowed.  “Something funny?” I tried.  I really did.  But it had been an awful day – hopeless, frightening, humiliating, boring and uncomfortable by turns.  I simply didn’t have the internal fortitude to be professional anymore.  I opened my mouth to tell him I was glad to meet him, but a snort of laughter came out, uncorking the unruly thoughts from my head.  “Really?  You go by Mr. Charming?  Is that a stage name?  Were you an actor before all this?” “Stunt double, actually, but that has nothing to do with my name.” I clapped my hand over my mouth, attempting to stop the flow of laughter.  Instead, the firearm flung out of my brace again, hitting the window. Mr. Charming dropped to the floor.  I screamed as the gun bounced off the glass, jolting the revolving portion open, flinging bullets everywhere.  I sucked in a breath, and when I let it out a bubble of laughter escaped, followed by another until I could barely catch a...
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Dec
1

Sunday Snippet – Archangel’s Legion

Sunday Snippet – Archangel’s Legion  About the Book Archangel’s Legion Author:  Nalini Singh Publisher:   Jove Released:  October 29, 2013 REVIEW HERE Snippet Still not sure she was happy about the whole river-of-blood/strange-influx-of power situation, she landed on a rooftop not far from the river’s edge just as the snow stopped falling, the sun’s rays refracted off a city covered in a fine, feather light blanket of white.  The rooftop had a direct line of sight to the river, and she could see swarms of people on the piers, gesticulating wildly as they gathered around camera phones that had no doubt caught the weirdness. Blue feathers with glittering silver filaments filled her vision a second later, followed by the wings of an angel with eyes of gold abundant in their mischief.  “Come on, Ellie.”  He threw her a baseball mitt, his own left hand already gloved, a ball in his right.  “Let’s go play catch above the Hudson.” Elena stared.  “That’s your grand plan for managing people’s fear?” “You ever seen angels playing catch?”  A raised eyebrow.  “Exactly.” Figuring what the hell, she followed him to the river where they were joined by three other angels from the Tower, all of who grinned and saluted her before calling out to Illium to stop delaying and prepare to get his ass kicked. Illium shot back a colorful insult… and then they played catch, angel-style. “Holy hell!” She dived and rose as the ball went in every possible direction, the players attempting to beat one another to it and/or stop it from hitting the water.  Elena wasn’t anywhere near as fast as Illium or the others, but she held her own by using her brain to calculate angles, even making a couple of surprise intercepts that put her on the points table. Less than two minutes after they began, the people on the bank stopped staring at the Hudson and started cheering for their favorite player.  Factions formed, an enterprising group finding a blue scarf to wave for Illium.  The idea quickly picked up steam, and soon there were five different scarves for the five players, Elena’s a distinctive hunter gold. Had to be someone from the Guild down there, she thought with a grin. Elena wasn’t the least surprised when a media chopper appeared in the sky, a harness-bound cameraman hanging out the side, though the crew stayed at a respectful distance.  Funny how they’d been doing that since Illium made it clear that in a chopper-versus-angel fight, the chopper would...
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Nov
24

Sunday Snippet – Sins of the Lost

Sunday Snippet – Sins of the Lost  About the Book Sins of the Lost Author:  Linda Poitevin Publisher:   Intermix Released:  October 15, 2013 REVIEW HERE Snippet She found Michael seated by the window in the back of the crowded café.  Sliding into the chair opposite, she shook her head at the waitress’s offer of a menu and asked for coffee.  Michael declined to order anything.  With a huff of displeasure, the harried-looking woman stomped off to serve other, presumably higher-paying clients.  Michael cleared his throat. “You look well.” Alex raised a brow.  Small talk?  From an angel?  She reached past him for the sugar dispenser, taking in the stiff lines of his shoulders, his fists resting on the chipped tabletop. “And you’re not here to exchange pleasantries,” she replied.  “So you might as well get to the point.” “I need your help.” “I thought you said my part in your affairs was done.” “It was supposed to be.  Something has changed.” It was Michael’s turn to raise an eyebrow. She cast a look at the crush of breakfast patrons crammed into the restaurant.  At the table nearest them, a lone man turned the page in his newspaper, giving it a snap to straighten it out.  She lowered her voice. “One of the pregnant women turned up dead.  The baby was ripped out of her.  Detective Henderson says there have been others.  Five altogether that we know of.  If I had to guess, I’d say the Fallen Ones are to blame.” Beyond a brief flash of annoyance, however, the Archangel looked unperturbed.  “I told you, the Nephilim are your concern, not ours.  That’s not why I’m-” She slammed down the sugar dispenser.  “Maybe you didn’t hear me right.  We’re already dealing with the Nephilim problem, Michael.  Women across the globe are terrified of becoming pregnant, demand for DNA testing has soared beyond all capacity to provide it, and religious fringe groups are all over the Internet spouting off about the end of the world being nigh.  But this?  This is the Fallen Ones killing human women.  That sounds like direct interference to me.  The kind of interference you’re supposed to have rules about.”  Michael regarded her.  She scowled back, silently daring him to say what they were both thinking: that the women would die anyway.  He sighed. “Fine.  I’ll increase our surveillance.  Now can we please move on?” “To what?” Hesitation flickered across her companion’s face, just enough to make ice crystals form in her veins.  Hell, maybe she should have...
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Nov
17

Sunday Snippet – Targeted

Sunday Snippet – Targeted  About the Book Targeted Author:  Katie Reus Publisher:   Signet Released:  October 1, 2013 REVIEW HERE Snippet “What is this place?” Sophie finally said as she slowly pulled out the pepper spray from her pocket.  He’d parked in between two unused warehouses he’d scouted out earlier.  Bayside Marketplace wasn’t that far from where they were – hell, he could actually see Port Boulevard Bridge jutting over Biscayne Bay – but for how quiet and desolate the area seemed, they might as well be a thousand miles away.  He glanced at her hand and shook his head. “You can keep that if it makes you feel better, but you don’t need it against me.  In fact…” Jack reached down and lifted up his pant leg.  He handed her a simple revolver.  “Take this.  There’s no safety and you don’t have to pull back the hammer.  It’ll make for a smoother shot if you do, but it’s not necessary.  All you have to do is pull the trigger.” Swallowing hard, she eyed him with surprise.  but she didn’t hesitate to take the weapon.  “Why are you giving this to me?” “Because I don’t like that fucking fear I see in your eyes when I’d never hurt you,” he snapped, losing his tight control for a moment. Her eyes widened, but she still held the weapon in her lap.  At least it was turned away from him.  “You still haven’t told me where we are.” “Just somewhere to ditch this vehicle.”  He pulled out another weapon from under his seat.  Jack was all about backups.  He needed to call Wesley to have someone pick up the SUV and sanitize it, but now his only priority was getting Sophie to safety. After popping the locks he gave a cursory glance over his shoulder, then froze.  There was a black Humvee gunning right for them.  With a warehouse on either side, they had nowhere to go.  Making a split-second decision, he pressed the button to open the sunroof.  He’d been in worse circumstances, but having Sophie with him now made his heart beat just a little faster. Sophie looked back at him.  Her mouth dropped open, but before she could ask any questions, he pointed up.  “These guys are going to ram us and there’s nothing we can do.  As soon as we hit the water, you’re going to clear the sunroof.” “What? What about you?” Panic laced her voice as she tucked the revolver into the waist...
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Nov
10

Sunday Snippet – Long Shot

Sunday Snippet – Long Shot        About the Book Long Shot Author:  Hanna Martine Publisher:   Berkley Released:  October, 1, 2013 REVIEW HERE Snippet “Leith MacDougall, what a surprise!”  Evidently Sue McCurdy did know how to smile, and it was when the town’s celebrity was in touching distance.  Today’s Syracuse T-shirt was navy blue, and the age-inappropriate hairstyle was pigtails sticking out from just behind her ears.  The mayor stood in the open door of Town Hall, beaming right over Jen’s head at the big man at her back.  “To what do I owe this pleasure?”  Leith moved to Jen’s side, crowding her on the small front stoop, their arms touching briefly.  “Just dropping off Jen,” he said. Sue blinked at Leith, then shifted a confused glance to Jen, as though seeing her for the first time. Jen understood.  Leith somehow managed to consume the atmosphere and draw eyes wherever he went.  If he were a true celebrity, his pockets would be full of women’s underwear.  Dimly, Jen wondered if he’d ever found the pair of hers they’d lost in the dark woods one night a long time ago. …Maybe he’d finally forgiven her.  Maybe he hated her and was doing a damn fine job of covering it up.  That second thought made her want to throw up. “Thought I’d come say hi, too,” Leith said to Sue, “and to let you know Chris’ll be taking over your yard when I’m gone.” “Are you helping Jen?” Sue asked Leith, her eyes brightening.  “Because that would be just fantastic.” The smile he gave Sue was pure gold.  “Wish I could, Mayor Sue.” The mayor leaned forward conspiratorially.  “But you’re going to throw, right?  Your last hurrah before you leave us for good?”  Leith was laughing in a genial, polite way until Sue added in a syrupy voice, “It’s what your father would have wanted; I’m sure of it.” Maybe Sue didn’t notice, but Jen did – that little hiccup in Leith’s laugh, the slight narrowing of his eyes.  Then those were gone, leaving Jen to wonder if she’d actually seen them. “I’m sure he would have,” Leith slowly replied, “but I just haven’t been training like I should. Out of practice, you know.  Besides, I’ll be gone by then.  The Carriages – you remember them?  Rory and Hal, the Hemmertex president?  Anyway, Rory called me out to Stamford to redesign their entire property.  I’ll be going back and forth until I find permanent digs down there....
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Nov
3

Sunday Snippet – The Lotus Palace

Sunday Snippet – The Lotus Palace    About the Book The Lotus Palace Author:  Jeannie Lin Publisher:   Harlequin Released:   August 23, 2013 REVIEW HERE Snippet … Yue-ying went downstairs to fetch a plate of red bean cakes from the kitchen as it seemed the men would stay awhile.  When she returned, the old historian had turned the conversation back to the imperial court. “This is an opportunity to advise the Emperor that he must change course.  Heaven has given us a sign.  Earthquakes and floods have ben known to topple dynasties,” the historian pointed out sagely. Bai Huang was already shaking his head.  “A sign of what?  It sounds more like superstitious doomsaying,” he said with a bored look. “What does it matter if it’s superstition or not?  If such a disaster gains the Emperor’s attention, then it can be used as a means to an end,” Taizhu argued.  “This morning’s disaster serves as a better excuse for a couple of friends to complain over tea,” Bai Huang contended, lifting his cup.  He attempted to drink, then frowned and peered into it, finding it empty. As Yue-ying bent to fill the empty cup, Bai Huang startled her once again, halting her movement. “What do you think, Little Moon?” he asked. Mingyu’s mouth pressed tight at the casual endearment.  Yue-ying glanced at Bai Huang.  Dark eyebrows framed his face, giving him a serious expression that was contrary to his usual carefree manner.  The nobleman had never spoken directly to her in such company before. “Has the earthquake provided you with any signs?” he persisted. The room fell silent.  Old Taizhu affected a shallow cough and sipped his tea in silence.  Bai Huang was the only one unperturbed.  He continued to look at her, smiling crookedly as he waited for an answer.  His gaze on her was insistent, but not unkind.  Yue-ying looked nervously to Mingyu before answering.  “I was frightened at first,” Yue-ying admitted.  “But sometimes rain falls and sometimes the earth moves.  That was all it seemed to me.” “Yue-ying.”  The courtesan’s command was soft, yet somehow sharp  “There is no need for you to remain here.  You are free to continue with your other duties.” Yue-ying immediately set the pot down without refilling Lord Bai’s cup and retreated toward the door. Mingyu regained control of the conversation quickly.  “Old Taizhu, have you considered that the earthquake might have been a warning to those bickering faction in court rather than our gracious Emperor?” Bai Huang would find himself cut out of the conversation for the next...
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