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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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Aug
26

Sunday Snippets #118

Sunday Snippets #118 Blazing the Trail Author: Deborah Cooke The Dragon Diaries (Trilogy) #3 Publisher: NAL Trade Released: June 5, 2012 REVIEW HERE So, I was in a pretty crap mood when I got to English class late, one that was not improved by Derek glowering at me from the back of the room when I entered.  I could feel his gaze boring into the back of my skull throughout the whole class, and he was ticked enough to not know the answer when he was called on. I think that had to be a first.  I hoped he’d be mad enough to ignore me afterward, but no luck; he followed me out of class and back to my Muriel check. I was really not interested in getting chewed out, but Derek’s heightened sense of smell apparently wasn’t’ sharp enough to pick up on that. Or else he didn’t care. “So, what was that all about?” he demanded in his growly undertone.  “Where did you go?  And why were you in Trevor’s car?” “You saw that?” “I had a feeling.  I turned back to find you.”  He glared at me.  “I saw you leave, but I couldn’t catch up with you.”  His tone turned fierce.  “You never should have gone anywhere with him.  You know he’s dangerous.” “He told me that Adrian had been eating shifter shadows.  I went with him to try to stop Adrian.”  It seemed like a good idea not to mention – yet – that I’d completely, totally, and utterly failed in that goal.  I marched down the hallway and he walked beside me. “Alone?  Dumb Zoe.  Dumb.” That stung, because it had been dumb.  It woul dhave bene nice for him to have had some confidence in me, though.  “I told Meagan.” “Well, you didn’t tell me.” I strode onward.  I hadn’t exactly had time to update everyone on the planet on my situation. “We’re a team,” he said with force.  “We have an alliance, in case you’ve forgotten.  We’re supposed to work together but you acted alone.”  I guess the fact that I didn’t immediately defend myself made him even more angry, because he took a deep breath and a step back.  “If you got yourself in danger, you deserved it.” Deserved it?  I was with him until those last two words. “Excuse me?”  I halted in the hallway and spun to face him.  I didn’t care who saw me and I didn’t care what my...
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Aug
19

Sunday Snippets #117

Sunday Snippets #117  Hunting Kat Author: P.J. Schnyder The Triton Experiment #1 Publisher: Carina Press Released: July 4, 2011REVIEW HERE A new commotion started at the entryway.  Even the techo-geeks in the corner stirred from their hologame to peek over the booth and get a good look. Mercs and servicemen alike fell like downed logs.  It took a minute for Rygard to see what cleared a path through the minefield of fighting men, and when he did, he wondered if he’d had one drink too many. Lightning quick, a little package of curves dodged a drunken punch, grabbed the merc’s arm and used his momentum to send him over a table.  She brushed dark waves of hair out of her eyes before planting a hand in a serviceman’s back, helping him into a pile of his friends.  Two other servicemen focused enough to rush her, but crouching low she delivered a powerful leg sweep.  A sharp elbow to the sternum rendered each of the out of commission.  Straightening, she continued her course, heading directly for Syn and the bar.  By the time she made it, unconscious and groaning men lay in her wake.  Her left hook was a thing of beauty, and she had a wicked right slanted kick. The heat of her feral glare seared through Rygard as she passed, moving on when he didn’t offer any threat.  Had he ever seen such a deep blue before?  She chose the very last stool, sitting with her back to the wall.  When she ordered a scotch, he thought he’d died and found the perfect angel. Syn placed a glass of amber in front of her.  “On the house.  You saved me the trouble of calling security.” Rygard chuckled.  Men picked themselves up off the floor and it seemed they’d forgotten the whirlwind who had passed through them.  A wonderfully mind-numbing thing, alcohol.  They probably wouldn’t want to remember they’d gotten their asses handed to them by a pint-sized explosions of sexy anyway. Well, maybe they would. He watcher her swirl her scotch, inhaling slowly before taking a long sip.  When she set the glass down, it became obvious she would need a refill in short order. Without lifting her face, she glanced up, her fierce gaze locking on him through a dark veil of thick, long lashes.  He realized he’d better say something or she might take offense at his regard. Lifting his drink, he nodded.  “Mind if I buy you another?”...
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Aug
12

Sunday Snippets #116

Sunday Snippets #116 Hunting the ShadowsAuthor: Alexia Reed Shadows Ops #1 Publisher: Carina Press Released: May 7, 2012 REVIEW HERE He was going to get himself killed. Amy lost sight of J.C. as he’d taken off, leaving her to wait for his return.  Gunshots echoed in the distance, loud blasts that shook the air, punctuated by long silences.  In the back of her mind, she knew she should stay still.  But J.C. was out there alone with no one watching his back. Pressing herself flat to the ground, she crawled from the brush, thorns tearing at her clothes and scratching her skin.  She scanned the treetops, searching for darkened shapes that could be the shooter.  Finding none, she maneuvered slowly over the terrain, keeping her eyes open for signs of movement.  The narrow path split into an open area as the tree line receded. Amy edged toward a wall of rock, keeping low.  There was the sense of something up ahead, the feeling of something not quite right.  Wariness twisted with instinct, making her pulse race. Gunshots broke the silence. She pushed back the panic of being watched.  If only she could figure out the direction of the threat.  Her hand dropped to her wrist, down along the leather band and hesitated.  Did she want to risk it? Turning slowly, she looked back to the trees.  Unsnapping the band, she slipped it into her pocket.  The moment it fell from her wrist, voices spilled inside.  Her mouth went dry, her body tense with the urge to turn and run.  The only thing that stopped her was the knowledge that there was a weapon trained on her. Malicious energy poured over her, a thick black wave that smothered her.  She dashed off, intending to get out of sight, but she couldn’t escape from it.  No matter where she went, where she hid, she couldn’t get away.  Bullets tore into the ground and she threw herself into the darkness of a small cavern.  Small chunks of rock flew at her, cutting her cheek. “Goddamn it, Amy.  I told you to stay put.“ “There are three of them,” she snapped, keeping her eyes trained on the entrance.  She pressed back, plastering herself against the wall.  “If I’d stayed put, they would have found me.  I’m holed up, but one of the shooters is pinning me in here.“ “I know.”  He paused.  “Stay where you are and this time I mean it.  I’ll get to you as...
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Aug
5

Sunday Snippets #115

Sunday Snippets #115 Visions of Chains Author: Regan Hastings Awakening Novel #3 Publisher: Signet Released: June 5, 2012 REVIEW HERE “The bullet’s still in her shoulder, Finn.”  The man who’d called Deidre “bitch” spoke softly.  “We’ve gotta get it out.” “Deidre will get it out, Mike.” “Me?” She turned her head around to look up at him.  “She needs a doctor.” “No,” Shauna muttered.  “No doctors.  Have to report bullet wounds.  Might as well take me straight to jail, do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred dollars.” “Damn it, Shauna, this isn’t a game.”  Deidre glared at her friend, then softened her tone because she’d already been shot.  SHe didn’t need to be yelled at.  “You need a transfusion and antibiotics.” “We’ve got emergency medical equipment here,” Joe said, walking up to stand alongside Finn.  “We take care of our own.” “Just one big crazy family, how nice,” Deidre snapped. “You can get the bullet out, Deidre,” Finn told her, going down on his haunches.  He met her gaze an said, “Use your magic.  Pull the metal from her shoulder.  It will be less invasive than one of us using forceps to dig around in her flesh.” “Oh, God,” Shauna moaned. Deidre swallowed hard at that image and knew she’d have to try.  She couldn’t let Shauna suffer even more pain.  Not if she could help it.  “Fine.  Just tell me what to do.” “You already know,” Finn said.  “Just do what you did outside.  Direct your power with your mind.” “This is crazy,” Mike muttered.  “Just because she can throw guns doesn’t mean she -“ Finn shot him a look that had the man shutting up fast.  Deidre didn’t blame him.  Even with his features calm and blank, Finn was intimidating.  A look of fury from him was bound to strike fear into the heart of anybody with a brain. “Okay, just … back off,” she said, looking at all of them in turn.  “Shauna, I’m going to try to get the bullet out, okay?” “Do it, Dee.”  She closed her eyes, and bit down hard on her bottom lip. Hands sweaty, throat dry as dust, Deidre was half afraid she would have that meltdown she’d been joking about a few minutes ago.  But like Finn had pointed out, there was no time for it now.  She’d do that later.  Indulge in a rant or a crying fit and then she’d demand some answers from the man kneeling right...
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Jul
29

Sunday Snippet #114

Sunday Snippet #114  Vengeance Moon   Author: Lee Roland Novel of the Earth Witches #2 Publisher: Signet Released: June 5, 2012 REVIEW HERE  I rode the bus wasn’t crowded, only a couple of older women and a woman holding a baby.  A little boy sat on the seat beside her.  I sat behind them on a worn brown vinyl seat with bits of foam thrusting from the separating seams. I watched the passing shops as they began the decline into blight and wondered what it would be like to live here.  A miserable foul-smelling jail cell in New York and the silent halls of Justice had been forced upon me by my own carelessness.  But my original home was suburbia, a bright sunny house behind the shop where my mother practiced her gentle magic and sold handmade soaps, oils, and earth-centered jewelry.  Daddy’s restaurant was next door.  I could picture living nowhere else, at least not by choice.  The little boy turned to watch me.  children often start at me, at the scar.  They are usually guileless little creatures, innocent of the tyranny of good manners.  This boy was different.  Something troubled him, and his face was as solemn as a mourner at a funeral.  His dark eyes held questions. He slipped out of the seat and came toward me.  I judged him to be about six.  His clothes were clean ut worn. He stood in the aisle and leaned toward me like a conspirator. “Did your daddy hurt you?” he asked softly.  “Your face.” “My daddy?”  I hid my surprise with a smile.  “No.  It was an accident.” His eyes darted around.  “My daddy hurt  me.” He lifted his shirt.  My mouth dropped open.  Burns.  Round cigarette burns, and … shit, the monster had heated a knife blade and laid it to this innocent child’s tender skin.  I touched it gently with my fingers as if I smooth it away.  It felt hot and fevered, as if had occurred only moments ago. The woman holding the baby realized the boy had left her.  She turned to face me.  I guess she saw the horror on my face. “I left the bastard,” she said.  Desperation filled her voice.  I think she felt the need to explain that she was a good mother.  “They arrested him,” she went on, “but he made bail.  I have a restraining order, but I think he has people watching me.  I should be down here where he...
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