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Dec
11

Sunday Snippet: Distilled by Deelylah Mullin

Sunday Snippet: Distilled by Deelylah Mullin  About the Book Distilled    Author:  Deelylah Mullin Publisher:   BeerWench Enterprises, LLC Released:  December 15, 2016 Series:   Love Brothers #1 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Editing Website, Facebook, Goodreads, Instagram, Pinterest, Tumblr, Twitter, Website/Blog Novel links:  Goodreads, Launch Page Disclosure notice: Deelylah Mullin is our very own reviewer, Vampbard. We are thrilled to have Dee sharing her work as a published author with you. Snippet: Roni spent her entire time on the treadmill mentally preparing for the rest of the evening. I need to wear something cute, but not sexy. I need to make sure I only have one drink. I need to make sure I remember to eat the food. I need to remember that even though Kurtis Clements is sexy as sin, he’s my boss. No flirting. Oh, god. He’s going to be at my apartment. It’s rude to make him wait in the parking lot. Is my apartment clean enough? Hell, Mount Boxmore is still partially standing in the living room. Even though she’d planned to have all the containers flattened and out to the recycling dumpster Monday evening, she’d been tired after the excitement at work. She’d been pecking away at it, bit by bit, all week and planned to finish over the weekend. When the treadmill slowed and then stopped, signaling the end of her twenty minutes, Roni stepped off the machine, cleaned every surface she could with antibacterial wipes, and grabbed her things. Kurtis stood in the doorway, hair still wet and curling adorably around his ears and at the collar of his robin’s egg blue polo shirt. His arms were crossed, and he wore dark wash, slim-fit jeans—which hugged the contours of his thighs–with black Chuck Taylors. Her mouth practically watered. “Have a good run?” He asked as his lip quirked up in a half smile. “It was a run. Necessary evil. I don’t like treadmills.” “You cold?” he asked as he lifted away from the doorframe. He crossed the room to her in two strides, and wrapped a full zip hoodie around her shoulders. She had no idea where he’d gotten the clothing. “I’m just right, but thanks for being considerate.” She pulled the sweatshirt off her shoulders. She could smell his cologne and something underneath she now associated with Kurtis. She held it out, toward him. “Why would you think I’m cold?” He chuckled and his eyes darted down her body before coming back to her face. “No reason. Ready to go?”...
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Dec
4

Sunday Snippet: Architect of Love by John Charles

Sunday Snippet: Architect of Love by John Charles  About the Book Architect of Love    Author:  John Charles Publisher:   Manifest Vision Publishing Released:  December 1, 2016 Series:   Fated Soulmates #2 Genre:  Contemporary Romance, LGBTQ, m/m Author contact links:   Facebook, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon Snippet: The tall blond kicked the door closed with his foot as he pinned the shorter, more muscular man against the wall.  One hand held the shorter man’s hands above his head, the other a handful of his shirt. “Lance is a pretty name for such a muscular guy.  Why’d your mother name you that?”  His face was mere inches from Lance’s.  They breathed the same air as they stared into the other man’s eyes. “She has a thing for different names.  Don’t ask me why, she just does.”  Lance was almost hyperventilating; his brown eyes were wide with curious anticipation, the pupils dilated.  “I might ask what was in your mother’s mind when she named you Forrest.  Were you conceived in the woods?” A growl emitted from the tall blond.  He pushed Lance harder against the wall, his entire body now firmly against the shorter man.  “Never asked where they f**ked and don’t want to know, but the name works for me.  Does Lance suit you?  Are you?” “That’s a rather personal question, don’t you think?  After all, we just met.”  Lance struggled to keep his body under control.  He could feel the heat emanating from Forrest, his breath smelled of Scotch, his muscles were taught as a lion’s ready to pounce.  His groin pressed just above Lance’s and it was hard with desire as was his own. They held eye contact for a long minute then Forrest moved his head, slowly as if testing the space between them.  Lance followed his full lips as they neared his own.  They were heavy with lust, slightly open, tongue barely visible.  When they touched his, he felt a tingle down to his toes.  He moaned. Forrest held Lance in place, as he tasted the shorter man.  Beer mingled with breath mint met his tongue as he pushed to gain control.  He heard Lance’s moan and continued to push for more.  His body was ready to burst.  He felt Lance’s heat against his and knew the man wanted what he presented. Suddenly as if on attack, Lance twisted in the taller man’s arms.  He forced Forrest around and pressed him against the wall where his back had lain seconds prior.  “How does it feel now?” he...
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Nov
27

Sunday Snippet: Chernobyl Werewolf by Eva Gordon

Sunday Snippet: Chernobyl Werewolf by Eva Gordon  About the Book Chernobyl Werewolf    Author:  Eva Gordon Publisher:   Self-published Released:  November 18, 2016 Series:   Team Grewolf series #2 Genre:  Paranomral Romance/Suspense Purchase links:  Amazon, Kobo, iBooks Snippet: Lev promised Becker if he walked again, he’d bring him the best Russian vodka money could buy and a special Russian souvenir. Becker said if Lev was ever well enough to visit Moscow to bring him back an authentic samovar. Lev spent good cash on a rare red bronze imperial samovar. If something was wrong, a welcomed surprise might lighten his mood. Certainly, the vodka would. He opened the back of the SUV and took out the samovar packed in the case and then grabbed the bottle. As he closed the door, an irresistible aromatic scent embedded with the sweetest blood he’d ever smelled overwhelmed his senses. He inhaled. Intoxicating. The sweet delicate floral scent of snowdrop bulbs as if the flowers emerged from January snow, bringing the bloom of spring into the winter of his cold senses. The glorious aroma was human, female, and coming from Dr. Becker’s home. He narrowed his eyes and sniffed for Becker. The doctor’s scent permeated the area, but not currently home. Odd. The female was. Had he broken up with Selene? That would explain his sudden need for isolation. A pissed off jealous she-wolf would drive away even the bravest werewolf. But Becker was human so that might explain suddenly abandoning his critical research. No. Selene would not break lycan law and harm him. She’d get over it or delivered to the enforcer for discipline. A desire to release his wolf and stalk the female overwhelmed him, but nonetheless he remained in control of the bear-sized Chernobyl wolf. Lev straightened his black leather jacket and rang the doorbell. No one answered. He should return later, after calling Becker. That would be polite, yet his wolf was bewitched. Whoever lay in wait inside the house belonged to him. Lev shook his head. Not possible. He would never take a mate. A lover, perhaps, but nobody long term. Certainly, not a weak human. And not one in a relationship with the doctor who saved his life. The woman might not be Becker’s lover, but a patient. As sweet as her blood smelled, the blood had residual corruption as if she’d been poisoned. I’m such an idiot. Of course. His daughter. That would explain the blood type so addictive to lycans. Becker had confided his daughter had Stallo’s...
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Nov
20

Sunday Snippet: Unworthy by Lynne Silver

Sunday Snippet: Unworthy by Lynne Silver  About the Book Unworthy    Author:  Lynne Silver Publisher:   Self-published Released:  November 7, 2016 Series:   The Worthy series #1 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Newsletter, Reader Group, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, iBooks, GooglePlay, Nook Snippet: She rose and strode to the back of the restaurant where there was a small dimly lit hallway leading to the bathroom. It wasn’t exactly private, but it was better than being on center stage. Without being asked, Ian had followed her here. “Ian, you know I need the money. The job with you is more than I’ve ever made. Don’t ask me to choose.” “It’s because of Danny, isn’t it?” he asked. “What does my brother have to do with anything?” “He steals your money and you still give him more money to pay off his dealers, hence you’re always broke and will never get ahead.” Her spine stiffened. “That is not true.” His brow rose, but he remained silent. Maybe it was a little true, but what was she supposed to do? Abandon her brother? “What I do with my money and for my brother is none of your business. Danny was your friend, and you’ve done nothing for him in years. You don’t get a say.” When he laid a palm on her cheek and bent slightly, she realized she was on her toes—not an easy task in stilettos—and had a finger in Ian’s face. “Baby,” he said. “You’re right. I’m an a**hole for saying anything about firing you.” Mollified, she stepped back. He grinned. “How about we go on a first date and then worry about the rest? Deal?” She swallowed back her defensiveness about Danny and found a smile. “Deal. But as long as we’re laying our demands on the table, I’ve got one more.” He met her gaze. “Shoot.” They both fell silent as they waited for another diner to scootch by them and enter the bathroom. “If you decide you’re done, tell me. Don’t ghost out of my life again,” she said. He winced, and then nodded. “Deal.” She took a step to head back to the table, but he yanked her wrist and tugged her back. “We didn’t seal the deal.” Before she could process his words, his lips were on hers and her spine hit the wall of the narrow corridor. He smelled like his aftershave and she tasted her sweet drink on his tongue. It was more potent on his mouth...
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Nov
13

Sunday Snippet: A Fine Mess by Kelly Siskind

Sunday Snippet: A Fine Mess by Kelly Siskind  About the Book A Fine Mess Author:  Kelly Siskind Publisher:   Grand Central’s Forever Yours Released:  August 2, 2016 Series:   Over the Top #2 Genre:  Contemporary Romance REVIEW Snippet: Sawyer steps close and waits for me to make eye contact. Slowly, I lift my gaze to his gold-flecked brown eyes, but I can’t find my voice. It’s like I don’t know how to talk to him anymore. He grins. “Hi.” From my angle it’s easy to see the scar running down his neck, the remnant of a fall he took through a coffee table while wrestling with his brother. I’ve always wanted to touch it, feel the puckered skin under my fingers. I drop my gaze, but it doesn’t help. The cuffs of his gray button-down are rolled to his elbows, roped muscle exposed below. Something else I’d like to touch. I blink hard. “Hi,” I say to my feet. “Look at me, Lil.” I rock on my heels, then do as asked. He raises an eyebrow. “How weird is this?” My giggle surprises me, and I loosen my grip on my wineglass. “Totally weird.” Thank God for Sawyer’s candid nature. He sips his drink, probably Scotch, and a sheen of liquid clings to his bottom lip. Touch that arm. Kiss that scar. Taste those lips. None of these urges are new, but they’re heightened. Magnified. He watches me watching him, his gaze as probing as mine. What is he thinking? Then the music changes. A remix of Madonna’s “Holiday” plays, and Sawyer does Sawyer. He tips his head to the right, his shoulders following, then he pushes out his hip and rolls his torso through. The guy does body waves, alternating from side to side, like he’s in an eighties music video. People stop. People look. People laugh. I snort, an unattractive sound I make when my laughter takes over. Sawyer says it sounds like a hyena with sleep apnea. When I snort a second time, he dances harder, and I crack up. My belly aches as he gets into it, the entire room watching now. I suck in a breath, place my empty glass on the table behind me, then clasp his shoulders. “What are you doing?” He stops dancing. “Making things less weird.” “Less? What about you channeling Paula Abdul is less weird?” “Did you laugh?” I grin. Then he says, “I’m sorry.” The music vibrates in my chest, or maybe it’s his proximity. “Sorry about what?” “Last week, when you...
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Nov
6

Sunday Snippet: Semi-Scripted by Amanda Heger

Sunday Snippet: Semi-Scripted by Amanda Heger About the Book Semi-Scripted Author:  Amanda Heger Publisher: Diversion Trade Paperback Original Released:  November 8, 2016 Series:   Wanderlove #2 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Snippet: An hour later, they’d watched last night’s monologue, torn it apart, and put it back together again. Then the same with the celebrity interview spots. And Evan still had zero clue why he was in the room. He’d been tempted to pull out his phone and find out what people were saying about last night’s show. But when one of the writers tried to check his email, the look Julia gave him could have slaughtered a dozen puppies. “You’ve got to listen to what the guests are saying. It’s obvious you don’t give a sh*t. If you don’t give a sh*t, how is the audience supposed to care?” Julia kept laying into James. And the writers. And the PAs. Like a tiny, crazy-haired Jack Russell, she dug in and wouldn’t let go. And the bigger, slobbery dogs all stood back and licked their wounds when she was done. Except James. “You tell me how to give two sh*ts about a couple of Eagle Ninja Fighters. Maybe if we weren’t on week-to-week we could get a guest or two whose greatest accomplishment in life doesn’t involve monkey bars.” “Patriot Ninja Fighters. It’s your job to make them interesting,” Julia said. “Besides, if we can get this intern dating segment off the ground, we can cut the interview time slots in half. At least until we can get some better guests.” Evan’s face prickled with the stare of every person in the room. “Intern dating segment?” “Somebody show the poor kid already,” James said. Within the minute, someone had shoved a tablet under his nose. Evan’s own picture stared back at him from the front page of a celebrity gossip blog. In it, his eyelids drooped, and an I-just-ate- three-pot-brownies smile crossed his face. “So Late It’s Early Finds Its Stride Among the Lovelorn and Lonely.” As he read the headline, his eyes kept creeping across the screen to the other side of the picture. The side where the girl sat, mid-laugh, with dark hair reflecting the studio lights. “This is maybe the worst screenshot of me ever taken. But I still don’t get it.” “Worst? Seriously? Did you even watch the show?” Julia cued up the segment from last night. “The entire time you look like you’re about to puke on her shoes. The. Entire. Time.” “I probably was. I’d...
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Oct
30

Sunday Snippet: Picture Imperfect: A Sassy Suspense by Cindy Procter-King

Sunday Snippet: Picture Imperfect: A Sassy Suspense by Cindy Procter-King  About the Book Picture Imperfect: A Sassy Suspense    Author:  Cindy Procter-King Publisher:   Blue Orchard Books Released:  October 18, 2016 eBook; Print coming in November 2016 Genre:  Sassy Suspense (or humorous romantic suspense/romantic comedy mystery) Author contact links:  Facebook, Instagram, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon, iBooks, Kobo, Nook Snippet Ursula placed an order with the food vendor. As the man set down two steaming cups of apple cider with cinnamon sticks for stirring, she caught sight of Gabe wandering toward the cart, tucking his phone into his coat. He picked up the cups. “Smells good. Thanks.” “You’re welcome. I hope you like hot cider. It’s locally made.” “Any warm beverage on a fall day is ideal.” Nodding, Ursula gazed at the gray clouds obliterating the earlier patches of blue sky. “Looks like rain’s coming.” Gabe pointed to the hood hanging down the back of his jacket. “I have an instant umbrella this time.” “I noticed. See, you can learn.” “You’re a good role model.” Another compliment. A girl could grow accustomed to his gallantry. She collected the bag of warm, soft pretzels and, side by side, they strolled in companionable silence to the slatted bench. Gabe’s limp had improved since he’d walloped Lance, thank goodness. They sat, Gabe on her right, his hurt leg extended in front of him, heel balanced on the grass. Preschoolers played on a jungle gym while moms and nannies chatted and supervised. A couple of seagulls squawked at the base of a trashcan. “Here you go.” Gabe passed her a hot cup of cider. She set down the drink with a quick thanks before opening the vendor bag. She’d ordered two varieties of homemade pretzels, and the contrasting scents of cinnamon-sugared dough and spicy mustard glaze drifted from the sack. Her mouth watered. “What did your physical therapist say?” she asked Gabe. “Like I figured, I’m to ice the muscle tonight and take ibuprofen. I just saw her yesterday. Because I was so touched by your concern, she’s also fitting me in late this afternoon.” He was only teasing, but butterflies scattered inside her tummy. “That’s a relief. I’m glad you checked.” His shoulder bumped hers. “Anything for you, boss.” Tingles shot everywhere. He was so sexy. So incredibly tempting. “Salty or sweet?” She held up the pretzel bag. “I bought two of each. It’s not much, but we can stop again after Norm’s session, if you’re hungry.” “I’ll be okay. Lemme see.” Peering into the bag, he lifted...
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Oct
23

Sunday Snippet: The Tides of Bara by Jeffe Kennedy

Sunday Snippet: The Tides of Bara by Jeffe Kennedy  About the Book The Tides of Bara    Author:  Jeffe Kennedy Publisher:   Self-published Released:  October 29, 2016 Series:   Sorcerous Moons #3 Genre:  Fantasy Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Smashwords REVIEW TO COME Snippet “We have to go back across the bay,” she said more loudly. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” he told her easily. “I can’t go to Dru.” “I think you’ll find that you can, because that’s where I’m taking you.” “You’re taking me to Lousá. Or one of the other sister-cities. I’m not sure which is closest.” “Uh huh.” Finished with the stallion’s grooming, Lonen checked his hooves for any remaining packed mud or rocks. Buttercup complied with unusual placidity. They were all exhausted. Or the cursed creature really did like his name. “And you know the way to these cities?” He asked Oria, keeping the tone light and conversational, knowing full well she didn’t. “Well… no.” She frowned into the distance. “But there must be a way to find them. There are roads.” “Which ones?” “I don’t know, Destrye, but we’re going back across the bay.” “I’ll tell you what, Princess.” He paused to beat the dirt from the saddle blanket and draped it over Buttercup’s back, then hefted the saddle up. Once he had it all cinched in place, he went to crouch in front of Oria. Her mud and salt encrusted braids snarled around her narrow, high-cheekboned face, reminding him of the stories of the snake-haired goddess. As in those illustrations, Oria’s eyes burned with a scathing otherworldly determination. If she weren’t also pale as death and wracked by a fine trembling, he’d fear for his extremities. Once she recovered her powers, he’d have to watch himself. Until then… “I’ll tell you what,” he repeated, meeting her stare without flinching. “If you can walk across that bay under your own power, then sure, I’ll go with you and we can wander around the desert searching for those sister-cities.” Her lush mouth thinned. “You know I can’t. That’s low, Destrye, even for you.” “Nice to know there’s new depths for me to sink to,” he replied with false cheer. “I wouldn’t want to think I’ve topped out at my age. Guess that means we’re going to Dru. Chuffta, man, make yourself useful. Quit feeding the Arill-cursed fire already and kick some sand over it. We’re heading out.” “It’s not like it could spread to anything,” Oria pointed out...
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Oct
16

Sunday Snippet: Savage Mafia Prince by Annika Martin

Sunday Snippet: Savage Mafia Prince by Annika Martin  About the Book Savage Mafia Prince    Author:  Annika Martin Publisher:   Self-published Released:  October 11, 2016 Series:   A standalone Dangerous Royals romance Genre:  Contemporary/Dark Mafia Romance Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon, ARE, GP, iBooks, Kobo, Nook, Smash Snippet This is from Chapter 1: the heroine is a reporter who is an undercover reporter investigating a drug ring at an institute for the criminally insane. This is her first day on the “job”… “They’re ready for 34,” says Donny, creepy king of the orderlies. “Come on,” Nurse Zara says. “What’s 34?” “Patient 34,” Zara says. “Come on.” He doesn’t get a name? I grab the cart and push it down the hall to where three orderlies are assembled, talking in low tones. They all have stun guns. “What’s up?” “We go three on standby for hellbeast,” Donny says, looking at me a little too hard. He’s the kind of guy who’s always up to something and who therefore can sense when you’re up to something. I ratchet him up from problem to definite danger. And I see how things will play out, like a perfect storm—dangerously lechy Donny sensing a chink in my armor, Zara’s antagonism toward me, the indifference of the few other staff members I’ve met, the fact I’m on probation and, worse, not who I say I am. Handle it. Donny opens the door. The antiseptic smell is always worse in the rooms. I’m feeling hot, suddenly. I thought I was ready. Donny unhelpfully guides me in, hand at the small of my back, except a little too low. I stop and spin. “I got it.” He puts his hands up, like I’m being unduly aggressive. I turn and push the cart into the tiny room. The door clicks shut, closing us all in. Donny takes up a post at the corner. “We got it,” Zara says. She doesn’t want him in here, either. Donny just stares at her with his scary, frontally placed eyes. Screw it all, I think. And I turn to the patient. And the breath goes out of me. Patient 34 has a violent halo of dark curls and a short, unruly beard. Sooty lashes line his amber eyes. His energy is…intense, wild, like he was created in some brilliant hellfire. Something about him pulls at me. He’s gorgeous in a furious way. He’s gorgeous in a stunning, suck-you-in-and-spit-you-out way. The highest level of restraint is typically a four-point restraint, but Patient 34...
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Oct
9

Sunday Snippet: Intomesee: In Pursuit of a Passionate Life by Maha Erwin

Sunday Snippet: Intomesee: In Pursuit of a Passionate Life by Maha Erwin  About the Book Intomesee: In Pursuit of a Passionate Life Author:  Maha Erwin Publisher:   self-published Released:  July 31, 2016 Series:   Standalone Genre:  Chick-lit Snippet Aimée flicked open her serviette and laid it on her lap. “Food, career, relationships, I just want to do the right thing.” “The right thing to do, lovey,” Kasey said, “is to stop worrying and take a sip of your wine.” “Drink your bottles until you drown in the red sea.” She snapped at him. He yanked the offending drink from her hand and dumped it into his own glass. “There’s something you’re not telling me,” he probed. “To be honest,” she hesitated, “I’m mad at myself. Matador, Taurus, or whatever his name is, what’s his name?” Kasey stared dourly at his half-empty glass and growled, “Let’s not talk about Salvatore the whole night.” “I’m afraid you’ll have to. Before our first date,” Aimée moaned, “I was convinced I finally met a decent man, maybe the perfect man. Then, no holds barred, Salvatore was warming up to Trampirella, Frau Gretchen, or whatever those perverts call themselves.” “Aren’t all women into playboys?” Kasey paused for effect. “Or is it just you?” “He’s no playboy.” Aimée tear violently into a French loaf. “He’s a sexual deviant who needs to be checked into the Betty Ford Clinic. Sira warned me. I knew better than her, I thought. I was the woman to change that man.” “For crying out loud, that man has a healthy sexual appetite. Don’t make him out to be a pervert.” “No, don’t you dare condone his hypersexuality!” She pointed the blade of the butcher knife at his face. “You’re my friend, remember? It’s your job to protect me, not him.” Kasey leaned backward in his chair, blinking. His quick reaction hinted at both astonishment and alarm. He stood up to uncurl her fingers. Her tight grip on the knife handle loosened. “I’ll show you how it’s done,” he said. “It’s all about technique.” With all his weight behind the knife, he cracked the quail’s carcass into two equal halves. “Technique? It’s all about brute force, you butcher.” “Not necessarily,” he stated coolly. Tension in face had eased. The lines around his mouth had vanished. “Getting back to the issue at hand, stop being so hard on yourself. The very purpose of life is to enjoy it while you can. Don’t be ashamed of your whacky experiences. Congratulate yourself for having fun, lovey.” “As far as I can see,...
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