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Oct
19

Sunday Snippet: Blue Dahlia by Vivian Winslow

Sunday Snippet: Blue Dahlia by Vivian Winslow  About the Book Blue Dahlia   Author:  Vivian Winslow Publisher:   Self-published Released:  October 16, 2014 Series:   Gilded Flower #2 Genre:  Erotic Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Pinterest Snippet Chapter 1  “You really must visit Miami sometime soon, Mrs. Baron,” Rodrigo says smiling. “I’m sure you and my mother would get along very well.” “Oh, please, Rodrigo, call me Poppy,” Dahlia’s mother replies with her usual hand flip, the light catching on her 5-karat antique diamond and sapphire ring. Her mother always believed that looking understated was an under-statement—a philosophy Dahlia could never adopt herself. Dahlia eyes them warily over her untouched Niçoise salad. One lunch at Balthazar and they’re on a first-name basis with each other? Poppy takes a tiny bite of her steak tartar and daintily dabs her lips with her napkin. “You two must’ve had a wonderful time in Aspen. Dahlia and Lily were both glowing when they returned. Shame I haven’t met your brother . . . .” “Alejandro,” Rodrigo offers. “Right,” Poppy pauses and scans the room. She politely nods at a corner table where three women are seated. Dahlia recognizes them as mothers of her high school classmates. Total bitches who enjoyed spreading lies about her to gossip magazines, but she politely waves as would be expected. Naturally, her mother and Dahlia having lunch with a handsome Latin gentleman at Balthazar will be news at the club by afternoon drinks—which commence at three o’clock. Her mother continues, “Well, I’m sure if Alejandro is as charming as you, it’s no wonder my two beautiful daughters were unable to resist you both.” Dahlia fights the urge to roll her eyes. She can tell by her mother’s tone that the flattery is disingenuous. Of course her mother wouldn’t approve of her and Lily dating new money—from Miami no less. “Well, Mrs. Baron, I mean Poppy,” Rodrigo quickly corrects himself, “Dahlia is the one who charmed me. I love her energy and creativity. Everything she does just amazes me.” Dahlia smiles, her heart soaring at his words. Rodrigo tells her everyday how important she is to him, but it means so much more to hear him declare this openly to her mother. Her mother offers a weak smile and sips her wine. “Yes, well, hold onto this one because she can get a little slippery if you get too serious.” Dahlia’s jaw drops. “Mother, that’s really unfair.” She should’ve known better than to introduce Rodrigo to her mother....
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Oct
12

Sunday Snippet: The Basilisk’s Creed Omnibus by Eme Strife

Sunday Snippet: The Basilisk’s Creed Omnibus by Eme Strife  About the Book The Basilisk’s Creed Omnibus   Author:  Eme Strife Publisher:   (Eme)nded Scribbles Publishing (self-published) Released:  September 14, 2014 Genre:  New  Adult Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy Author contact links:   Emended Scribbles, Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter Snippet Just as I was about to take a step to walk past him, he stopped me in one effortless motion, cornering me against the pulpit with his arm. I was trapped between the marble podium and his big body. I looked up at him and couldn’t stop myself from admiring how good his suit looked on him up close. God, he was big… I shook my head in frustration with myself. I really needed to get a grip and stop with all this eye-candy madness. He spoke again and his voice was calm and quiet this time, gentle even. “I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier, but you, my dear, are trespassing.” I tried to keep a straight face and not look like I was about to instantaneously combust from his piercing gaze. “I didn’t know I was. In that case, I’ll be on my way now.” Without looking at him I tried to step forward so he would get the hint that he was overcrowding me and move out of the way. Home boy didn’t budge. I looked up at him again, noting his unchanged expression. It looked like I had to be straightforward with this one. “Can you move so I can get out of your chapel? Seeing as I’m trespassing and all?” He leaned in a bit more. “What were you doing with the chalice?” I turned my attention to the object he spoke of and its spilled contents on the floor next to us. I had all but forgotten about it since this fellow stunned me to oblivion. “Oh…I just…I was just looking at it,” I said. Sort of. “Liar,” he smiled. Okay, whatever. I guess I was a liar. But I wasn’t admitting that to this stranger, no matter how good-looking he was. I tried to look elsewhere so I wouldn’t focus on how endearing he looked when he smiled. “I swear that’s what I was doing. Just. Looking.” I tried to sound as sincere and grounded as possible. He huffed. “And you also just happen to look at things with your lips, right?” My eyes shot right back to him in shock that he’d been watching me for longer than I had thought. Oh gosh, did he...
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Oct
5

Sunday Snippet: Aquila: From the Darkness by T.L. Searle

Sunday Snippet: Aquila: From the Darkness by T.L. Searle  About the Book Aquila: From the Darkness Author:  T.L. Searle Publisher:   self-published Released:  September 2013 Series:   Name # Genre:  Urban Fantasy Author contact links:  Google + Facebook Goodreads Website Purchase links: Barnes & Noble Goodreads Smashwords Amazon UK Amazon US Snippet I try to skip the party but Robyn coerces me, almost dislocating my shoulder dragging me from my room. We are to wear our new uniforms. Spares have been delivered and have filled the single dresser in my room. It amuses me that I used to be concerned about the lack of wardrobe at home; at least there I had a choice of what to wear. In the Guard, I’ll never escape black leather. I am finally in a place where I can wear little strappy tops and flowing maxi dresses with my wings nestled in the open – and I’m confined to constant leather bustieres and crop tops. It gripes me, even if it is a hot look. The party is in the dining hall. For the first time I can hear music floating through the mountain. The rhythm softens me and I find myself picking up my pace. We enter the great hall into a mass of bodies. The tables have been moved to the sides of the room creating a dance floor in the centre. Hundreds of angeli sway and twirl as the soft notes of a string quintet fill the atmosphere. The angeli playing are dressed in lilac dresses and trouser suits, like the tutors in the school. Robyn proceeds to pull me through crowds, introducing me to countless names and faces. I don’t remember one when she finally lets me rest. It feels wrong. I’ve been here a month and no one has spoken to me. Now I wear the uniform of the Guard they suddenly all know my name, all want me to know theirs. I’ve never known a larger group of charlatans. Despite my lack of enthusiasm, the time passes quickly. I see Liam a few times, patrolling the perimeter of the celebrations. He never seems to be off duty, even when he has down time he maintains his awareness, is always on Guard. It surprises me that I know these things about him. I haven’t tried to take notice of him; I’ve actually spent as much time avoiding him as possible. Maybe August’s stories have had an impact, giving more of an insight. August, incidentally, hasn’t shown. I can only assume he...
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Sep
28

Sunday Snippet: Restless Spirits by Kathy Bryson

Sunday Snippet: Restless Spirits by Kathy Bryson  About the Book Restless Spirits   Author:  Kathy Bryson Publisher:   SoulMate Publishing Released:  June 16, 2014 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Blog, Facebook, Google+, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon, Goodreads BOOK TRAILER Snippet “I really would appreciate it,” John began, “if you did not flirt with the staff. In fact, I think it’s a good idea if you did not flirt at all.” “Excuse me?” I could feel one eyebrow shooting off my forehead even as my jaw dropped. I did not expect that comment. “Yes,” John declared emphatically. “I was told you were a good manager and well, I still think you are probably a good choice even through we got off to an awkward start. But I have put a great deal of effort and time into this project. I need you to take this just as seriously.” I managed to shut my gaping mouth by swallowing hard. I was stunned. Okay, I hadn’t gotten off to a great start with that interview, but I thought we’d gotten past that. John had even been nice to my mother. I thought we’d been building rapport. What the hell was this all about? Just because I joked a little with Trog? A guy I’d know since high school? I wasn’t sure just why John was getting bossy on me all of a sudden, but I knew I didn’t like it. I hadn’t taken kindly to reprimands at the bank either. “So let me get this straight. Despite a bad interview, which you had a part in as well, I might add, you decide to give me a chance and then have second thoughts because I joke with an old friend? I’ve known Trog forever. Did you want me to just ignore him?” My voice hit a particularly high-pitched and sarcastic note. I don’t do subtle mocking; I usually go straight for flat-out yelling. John must have realized that he tread on dangerous ground because he made a visible effort to recover. “That’s not what I meant. Of course you can speak to an old friend.” His nostrils flared as the accusation registered. “I just think it is very important that we present a professional appearance. It’s one thing to talk to someone and another thing entirely to flirt, even with someone you’ve know forever.” I wasn’t entirely sure, but I think John placed extra emphasis on forever. “For this business to prosper and grow, we need to conduct ourselves as...
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Sep
21

Sunday Snippet: Demon Stones by Michael Drakich

Sunday Snippet: Demon Stones by Michael Drakich  About the Book Demon Stones   Author:  Michael Drakich Publisher:   Self-published Released:  July 21, 2014 ISBN:   978-0987770646 Genre:  Epic Fantasy Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon Snippet The window was open and the night breeze cooling. He stared out at the field where he had labored. Such were his days, when not in school. Tomorrow, he would return to class and escape the drudgery of working round the home but, in the meantime, he could no longer abide staying there that evening. He climbed out the window and headed for the meadow. It was always a place where he was able to find a certain level of contentment. He reveled in the gentle gurgle of the stream, the soft whisper of the wind through the leaves of the trees, and the long grass to lie in. A large stone poking out of the grasses made a comfortable place to lean and contemplate things. A number of symbols were carved into it that he did not recognize. He often lay there and traced the figures, trying to guess at their meaning. Even when the weather would chill, for some reason, the stone was always warm. That night was no different from any other visit as he absently ran his finger over the markings. Why does my father hate me so? I turned sixteen three months ago. That makes me a man. I can go out into the world and find my own place, make my own way. If I left, who would tend the farm? Pap? Not likely. They’d starve without me. A silhouette on the hill told him someone was approaching. He watched as the stars illuminated his grandfather trudging toward him. “I figured I’d find you here.” “Hi, Pap.” His grandfather dropped down beside him and pulled a wedge of bread from inside his shirt. “It’s not much, but I couldn’t let you go hungry. Take it.” “Thanks.” He accepted the bread and took a deep bite. “You know, you were wrong back there.” He stopped chewing. Pap was always honest with him and not so quick to anger as his father. He’d give it a shot. “Why? Because, like my father, I take more than my fair share?” His grandfather glared at him for a moment. “Your father is why you have a table and food to put on it. True, he does take a large share, but know that he needs it to maintain his strength. The...
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Sep
14

Sunday Snippet: Behind the Glass by Kristen Morgen

Sunday Snippet: Behind the Glass by Kristen Morgen  About the Book Behind the Glass   Author:  Kristen Morgen Publisher:   Self-published Released:  June 30, 2014 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Goodreads Snippet “I’ve tried to stay away from you, Rebecca. Believe me, I’ve tried. But tonight, like I said, I had a moment of weakness.” He locked eyes with her again. As she slowly thought this through, something occurred to her. “But, what about the bookstore?” A look of genuine conflict crossed his face. “I promised to leave you alone, to let you have your place to escape. It took all of my will power to stay away, knowing you were there.” He looked down after he spoke. “So, why now? Why here?” she asked, hoping he would look at her again. “Like you said, Claire’s persistence is … impressive, and I couldn’t seem to stop myself from coming knowing you would be here. I’m sorry,” he said, as his eyes met hers again. “You’re sorry?” she sighed, realizing the irony of the situation. As she looked at him, images of her dreams filled her mind, followed by the intense guilt from this morning and for what she felt at this moment. She couldn’t deny the unexplainable completeness she felt when they were together, and she knew it was unlike anything she had experienced with Brett. It wasn’t until she met Michael that she truly understood the difference. She also knew she simply didn’t have it in her to be unfaithful to Brett or to break his heart. Her personal principles forbade it. She would never adequately be able to convey how sorry she was. She could feel the sudden tears brimming in her eyes, betraying her. “I shouldn’t have come. It was selfish. The last thing I wanted to do was upset you. Please forgive me.” As he spoke, he automatically brushed his hand over her cheek, comforting her. His very touch sent unexpected shivers down her spine and made her tremble slightly. She lightly caught her breath as she unconsciously leaned upward toward him. It seemed the closer they were to each other the more intensely drawn to him she became. At this moment, her actions were admittedly somewhat out of her control. In response, his grip became slightly firmer and his hand moved back toward her neck. He leaned in slowly, trying to control himself but she was quickly moving in toward him at the same time. Their...
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Sep
7

Sunday Snippet: In the Devil’s Nebula by Anna Hackett

Sunday Snippet: In the Devil’s Nebula by Anna Hackett  About the Book In the Devil’s Nebula  Author:  Anna Hackett Publisher:   Self-published Released:  July 14, 2014 Series:   The Phoenix Adventures #2 Genre:  Science Fiction Romance Author contact links:   Blog, Facebook, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, ARe, Barnes ‘N Noble, Smashwords REVIEW HERE  Snippet Ria kept her gaze glued to the two men in the library—at least she thought they were men. Tekton men and women looked very similar. She tried to pay attention to what they were doing, but she was distracted by the hard male body pressed up behind her. She was used to hiding and being patient. She knew how to deal with the anxiety that came from the risk of being discovered. But she was almost always alone, and on those odd times she wasn’t, they rarely ended up plastered together with no room to move. Zayn surrounded her, overwhelmed her. She drew in air but every part of her was aware of him. His scent filled her senses—hot male mixed with plain soap. He moved, his mouth pressing to her ear. She closed her eyes, trying to control the shiver traveling up her spine. “They’re using the console. Can you see what they’re doing?” Ria blinked and tried to see through the grate. God, he was so hot. “One has their hands on the dome. And both of them have their eyes closed.” “What else?” She focused on the one at the dome. “He’s concentrating.” More successfully than her. Zayn moved beneath her again and this time she thought she felt a hard bulge. She bit down on her lip. “Maybe it’s some sort of telepathic thing?” “Nothing in our research showed the Tekton are telepathic. But they are secretive.” He shifted again. “Damn Ria, you have a body designed to drive a man wild.” She froze. He felt it too. This powerful pull that was tangling them closer together. But did he see her or Viktoria? She wrestled with her emotions and tried to focus. “Maybe the console is attuned to thoughts. You direct it with your thoughts.” He made a humming sound. “Possible.” He moved an arm and it slid around her waist. “Sorry, it’s going to sleep where I had it.” She needed air. She needed some space between her and this man or she was going to turn into him and plant her mouth on his. “One of them has moved to a shelf,” Zayn whispered. Ria saw one of the Tekton at...
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Aug
31

Sunday Snippet: Hard as Mason by Cindy B. Wells

Sunday Snippet: Hard as Mason by Cindy B. Wells    About the Book Hard as Mason   Author:  Cindy B. Wells Publisher:   Self-published Released:  May 9, 2014 Series:   Sultry Tides #1 Genre:  Contemporary Erotic Romance (Sub-genre: Dark Suspense) Author contact links:   Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon Snippet “We don’t want to draw too much attention, and if I’m standing next to you…Well, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from kissing you.” It took all her will power to stop herself from closing her eyes and turning to kiss him right then, in front of anyone who chose to watch. “Yes, good idea.” Mason dragged his fingers on her lower back as he walked to the right and she walked to the bar. “This place is amazing,” Laura said to Stephanie. “Yeah, it’s beautiful. As are some of the guys,” Stephanie spoke so the women sitting with her—other assistants and managers—could hear her. They began laughing as Stephanie cocked her head and looked past the women to check out some guys wearing the day’s suit and tie. She looked back at Laura and offered an arched eyebrow. “What?” Laura tried to play innocent. “Oh, you’ve got to see this,” Stephanie said so her companions could hear. “Come on.” She grabbed Laura’s hand and led her around the bar to another room of the club. “So, what took you two so long? As if I don’t already know.” Stephanie spoke quietly through a smile. “No, no. Nothing happened,” Laura attempted a bluff causing Stephanie’s eyebrow to climb and her head to drop with suspicion. “Uh, huh. Laura, I don’t care if you guys did anything. I think it’s great. Actually, it’s about time you had some fun with a real man. Don’t try to deny something happened tonight; it’s written all over your face,” Stephanie giggled. Laura’s brow furrowed and she rubbed her forehead. “Look, don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. It’s between you and Mason,” Stephanie whispered. “Is it really that obvious?” Laura asked. “Probably just to me because I’m with you so much. But don’t sweat it. Your secret is safe with me,”Stephanie paused. “Come on. Let’s have some fun.” She started walking back to the women who had moved to a couch that had opened up. The pair joined the others and sat down as a waitress took their drink order. “Hey, I owe you a drink, Steph. What would you like?” “Oooh. That’s right.” Stephanie ordered another blue martini, and Laura added...
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Aug
24

Sunday Snippet: Tropical Storm by Stefanie Graham

Sunday Snippet: Tropical Storm by Stefanie Graham  About the Book Tropical Storm  Author:  Stefanie Graham Publisher:   2S Publishing Released:  August 10, 2013 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo Snippet Time sped by or maybe stopped, Cairo wasn’t sure.  In that moment all that was important to him was that she was coming closer.  The ivory caress of her skirt brushed his thigh before his senses identified her for who she was.  Even then he couldn’t believe his eyes. She fell to her knees in front of the child and hugged him.  She barely even noticed Cairo watching them his heart clenched in an almost forgotten pain.  He thought he would never have to see her again, but there she was – Jessica… Storm. “Shane!  Don’t you ever wander away from me again!  I was so worried.” At her words, Cairo stood up abruptly drawing her gaze to him. “Thank you, sir, for taking care of my s–” She stopped abruptly as their eyes met. “Son?  That was what you were going to say wasn’t it, Jessica?”  The child looked about six years old.  She’d wasted no time.  The knowledge burned. She froze for a second before a smile spread across her face. It felt like she’d stabbed him; blood-red bitterness poured forth.  He’d learned to control his emotions since his youth; however, so he didn’t let his expression betray his feelings. “Life’s funny, isn’t it, Jessica?”  His tongue fumbled over the unfamiliar use of her first name.  “The last time I saw you I was certain that I never wanted to see you again.”  He turned to leave.  “Nothing changed.” “Cairo?”  She reached for his hand, held on and wouldn’t let go. Cairo felt the touch everywhere, starting at his toes, sending shock waves of sensation through his body and alarms going off in his brain.  None of this inner turbulence showed on his face.  He cocked a brow, an affectation he’d learned from her butler Salvador on that fateful night.  It worked; she released him. She looked down at her son.  “Shane sweetie, will you wait over there for me?”  The child skipped away and she tuned back to him.  “Cairo, it’s been a long time.  I’m glad to see you.” “I wish I could say the same.”  He said his mind already hard at work.  How had she found him?  If she’d come to Jamaica deliberately to see him then she was truly industrious.  When he’d left...
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Aug
17

Sunday Snippet: Sultry Pleasure by Lindsay Evans

Sunday Snippet: Sultry Pleasure by Lindsay Evans  About the Book Sultry Pleasure   Author:  Lindsay Evans Publisher:   Harlequin Kimani Released:  August 1, 2014 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Charis Books, Barnes and Noble Review:  Romantic Times Snippet Chapter 1 “The Playboy and the Angel” Marcus Stanfield walked into the party already looking for the exits. On a Saturday night in Miami, he’d much rather be on his boat or partying with friends than bleeding away the night at a charity ball he had had no real interest in attending. The music was calm and laid back, acceptable jazz that blended into the background while Miami business professionals and philanthropists wove through the crowd in their formal dinner wear—black tie and tails, cocktail dresses, diamonds dripping from necks and wrists. He shifted his shoulders under the unbuttoned black blazer, reached out to take a glass of what he hoped was scotch from one of the passing waiters. He sipped the drink and winced. It was scotch, but too cheap for his taste. Maybe he wouldn’t even last until the awards were announced. Marcus left the scotch on a nearby table and looked around the room, hoping to find Reynaldo March, one of the men to be honored at the night’s charity banquet and a VP at his company, Sucram Holdings. As Marcus glanced over the crowd, searching for the gray-haired VP, he heard the sound of a woman’s laughter, husky and low, from nearby. The woman’s laughter was rich and deep, with a hint of naughtiness. A combination that drew him like a bee to honey. His ears latched on to the laughter while his eyes tracked the room for the source of the sound. Soon he found it. Two women stood together. One was still laughing, her head thrown back, a hand propped up on her hip. She was slender and pretty, light-skinned with wavy black hair down to the middle of her back. The laughing woman had a firm and high rear. And she looked money-hungry, like the type who would lie down for a man just because of what was in his wallet. Definitely his usual style. But, inexplicably, it was the woman standing next to her that drew and kept Marcus’s attention. She had dark skin, angelic features, and straightened hair pulled back in an elegant French roll. Even from across the room, he sensed her innocence. While her friend was dressed in a purple satin dress that...
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