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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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Oct
2

Sunday Snippet: Slade, Team Greywolf Book 1 by Eva Gordon

Sunday Snippet: Slade, Team Greywolf Book 1 by Eva Gordon  About the Book Slade    Author:  Eva Gordon Publisher:   Eva Gordon Released:  January 22, 2016 Series:   Team Greywolf series #1 Genre:  Paranormal Romance/Suspense Author contact links:   Amazon Author Page, Facebook, Newsletter, Pinterest, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo Snippet Before Warner shot him with the tranquilizer, Slade grabbed the doctor and threw him into the chamber. Warner hit the wall with a loud thud. He whimpered and cowered in the corner, no doubt fearing his patient would rip his throat out if he moved. I won’t say I told you so. Cricket’s hackles rose, her fangs extended and she growled, but waited for Rylee’s orders. Rylee stepped closer to him. “Stand down, Prince Slade.” Her claws extended. With manic strength, Slade grabbed Rylee by the shoulders and shoved her into the chamber with Warner, then slammed the door shut. Cricket dove for the dart gun and shot him in the arm. In a flash, he lunged at her, and she landed on her back with a thud, the wind knocked out of her lungs. Oof. Stunned as if knocked down by a charging rhino, she dropped the weapon. Out of her reach. Mad Prince Slade held her down. Each of his massive hands shackled her wrists. Fuck. Cricket twisted and kicked, but the hulky man trapped her as if a granite statue had fallen on her. She growled. Not smart. She should whimper like a cub, but not at the cost of her pride. Rylee banged against the glass. “Harm her and you’re dead.” Slade held Cricket down and studied her. “How did you survive the change when many alphas do not?” Prince Slade’s green eyes penetrated her. His strong alpha mind compelled her to obey and answer. Cricket fought against his alpha mind control. How dare he intimidate her? Still, physically and politically the alpha maintained all-encompassing superiority. She gulped. “To be honest, I was too stubborn to die.” “Even now, as I hold you down, you do not surrender to death?” “No.” She closed her eyes, awaiting his lethal bite. Slade released her, and moved away. He sat on the chair and pressed his hand over his forehead. “Let them out. I’ll try to cooperate, while my wolf is calm.” Cricket leapt up and opened the door. Rylee and Dr. Warner cautiously stepped out. Cricket looked back at the prince. He covered his large hands over his face as if despondent. His sadness...
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Sep
25

Sunday Snippet: Gilt Hollow by Lorie Langdon

Sunday Snippet: Gilt Hollow by Lorie Langdon  About the Book Gilt Hollow    Author:  Lorie Langdon Publisher:   Blink Released:  September 27, 2016 Genre:  Young Adult (Romantic Thriller) Author contact links:  Facebook, Goodreads, Instagram, Twitter,  Website Purchase links:  Amazon, B & N, Books-a-Million REVIEW Snippet Grabbing Ashton’s hand, Willow tugged him through the door, shut it behind her, and led him to the farthest corner of the dim living room. A rush of electricity traveled up her arm and flared in her belly as she registered that his strong, warm fingers had closed over hers. She stopped in front of the empty hearth and yanked her hand away, spinning to face him. Ashton’s closed lips quirked up on one side, but the expression didn’t reach his eyes. “I had no idea you’d be so happy to see me.” “Lower your voice,” Willow hissed as she glanced at the ceiling and then back to him. But she had to readjust the angle of her gaze to account for his height. How had he gotten so . . . large? She’d grown maybe an inch or two, but it was like he’d doubled in size in four years. “Like I said,” he continued in his deep rumble, “I came to talk to your mom.” “Well, she doesn’t want to talk to you.” Ashton’s jaw flexed and Willow bit her lip, wishing she could take back the tone of her words. What was it about him that brought out this thoughtless aggression? “I mean . . . um . . .” Ashton pushed out a sigh, strode past her to the mini bar, and drew a glass of water from the faucet. Willow watched him, how comfortable he seemed, like he belonged in this rambling old mansion. Because he did. He’d been born into a life of wealth and privilege that she could only imagine. The Kellers had been like Gilt Hollow royalty—until that fateful night when one boy’s actions toppled them from their pedestal with a resounding crash. After downing a second glass, he turned and leaned against the granite counter, crossing his arms and ankles in front of him. “I have a parole officer visit tomorrow, and it would be best if I’m not homeless. I’m trying to do the right thing by asking for your mom’s permission to stay here . . . just for a few days.” “That’s going to be difficult since she kind of forbade me to see you.” Willow slumped into one of the leather chairs by the hearth. “Why?” His brows shot up, and then he pinched the bridge of...
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Sep
18

Sunday Snippet: Days of You and Me by Tawdra Kandle

Sunday Snippet: Days of You and Me by Tawdra Kandle  About the Book Days of You and Me    Author:  Tawdra Kandle Publisher:   EverAfter Released:  September 27, 2016 Series:   Keeping Score #3 Genre:  New Adult Contemporary Romance (Sports Romance) Author contact links:   Facebook, Instagram, Newsletter, Pinterest, Tumblr, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Goodreads, Google, iBooks, Kobo, Nook Snippet “You look like you’re deep in contemplation.” Quinn came into the room wearing hot pink yoga pants and a loose tank. My body went on full alert. “Penny for your thoughts.” “Sorry, inflation.” I patted the cushion next to me. “I can’t take anything less than a quarter.” She hesitated only a moment before she sat down just beyond the reach of my hand. “Oooooh, too rich for my blood. Is there a friends and family discount?” “Depends. Which one are you?” I scooted a little closer. She cocked an eyebrow at me. “Definitely not family. But I thought knowing you since we were in utero would let me qualify as a friend, at least.” I reached toward her bare arm and ran one finger from her shoulder to her wrist. “At the very least. Isn’t there another category? How about . . . friends who are more than friends, and who I hope will be family?” Her eyes went soft, and she shivered at my touch. “Family? Does that mean you want me to be like . . . your sister?” I laughed. “I don’t think so. The feelings I have for you . . .” I cupped her wrist and slid my hand down until our palms were pressed together. “ . . . aren’t really sisterly. And they go beyond friendly, although you’ll always be my best friend. Forever.” “Forever,” Quinn echoed. “So are you going to tell me what you were thinking about here, before I came in and interrupted you?” I shrugged. “If I’m being honest, like we promised we would be . . . I was wondering how long until you come back to the East Coast.” She laid her head against the back of the couch. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that, too.” “And have you come up with any answers?” I tightened my hold on her hand. “Maybe.” She glanced at me from under her eyelashes. “Since the book’s being published under a small press, at least initially, it’s coming out pretty quickly. The release party is in three weeks. I know Kara and Allan would understand if I left before then, but I also...
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Sep
11

Sunday Snippet: At Last by Melissa Schroeder

Sunday Snippet: At Last by Melissa Schroeder  About the Book At Last    Author:  Melissa Schroeder Publisher:   Harmless Publishing Released:  October 18, 2016 Series:   The Fitzpatricks #1 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Blog, Facebook, Instagram, Newsletter, Pinterest, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Coming Soon Snippet Aeden Fitzpatrick rushed out of the train and through the milling crowd. Too many damned people at the airport.  It figures she would leave the weekend everyone else decided they needed to go on one final fling with summer. Worse, he was running late because he had gone to the wrong f’ing airport. Now, he had a one-way ticket to Boston he didn’t need. His phone vibrated. When he saw his sister’s face on the screen, he wanted to growl. “Where are you?” Kaitlin asked. “I’m busy.” There was a pause. Of course there was. She was either going to start crying or barfing. He wasn’t sure which one, but that is all she had been doing since she found out she was pregnant. “You’re supposed to be here to say goodbye to the Santinis.” Dammit. He forgot he was supposed to be at a brunch with her new in-laws. “Is Wendy there?” he asked hoping the woman in question had changed her mind. “No. She’s waiting at the gate.” Dammit. Life never did go right when it came to that woman. Couldn’t she be late once and miss her flight? At least she could have been standing in security. “Listen, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Before she could say anything, he turned off his phone. He scanned the departures and found her flight. He had less than 25 minutes to make it to her. He jogged past families and irritated businessmen as he hurried down the long hallways. Aeden was out of breath by the time he made it to the end of terminal. He scanned the throngs of people and his heart started to sink. Anger and disappointment weighed heavy on his shoulders. Dammit, he couldn’t have missed her. Then, a flash of a blonde ponytail caught his attention and the heaviness on his soul dissolved. She was third in line. His family had always said he was loud, so he shouted her name. She turned in his direction and her mouth hung open. He didn’t wait. He strode forward and people seemed to get out of his way. Still, she didn’t move. It was if she were glued to the floor. When he reached her, he...
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Sep
4

Sunday Snippet: Harsh Gods by Michelle Belanger

Sunday Snippet: Harsh Gods by Michelle Belanger  About the Book Harsh Gods    Author:  Michelle Belanger Publisher:   Titan Books Released:  August 30, 2016 Series:   Shadowside #2 Genre:  Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Author contact links:   Facebook, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon, Signed Copy Snippet The lofty wall of the cemetery on my left began shrinking to meet the sidewalk again. About thirty feet ahead, it gave way once more to an eight-foot fence of lichened concrete. In the distance, the traffic light across from the Mayfield entrance blinked lazily in the frigid night. I didn’t notice the people until they were right on top of me – – literally. There was scrabbling from high above, and then a tattered figure jumped down from the cemetery wall. She hit the sidewalk and rolled to her feet directly in my path. She was followed by a man who dropped with his full weight onto my back. He draped himself over my shoulders, wrapping his arms around my throat. I stumbled beneath the sudden burden, but managed not to fall. “What the f**k?” I gasped. Power leapt to my fingers and I reached up to twist the guy off of me. The angle was wrong, and he clung with a strength that nearly matched my own – – a strength that wasn’t properly human. “Choke him, kill him, make him bleed!” the woman sang in a ragged voice. She circled warily, and the amber glow of the blinking traffic light caught the glint of a blade in her hand. Long, slender, and serrated on one side, it looked like a fishing knife — meant for scales, but it would cut flesh just as well. “Get off me!” I snarled. Straining to keep the man from locking his arms round my throat, I seized both of his wrists. With a sharp pivot, I smashed him into the wall. His shoulder hit the stones with bone-jarring force. It did nothing to slacken his grip. “Hands to take. Eyes to see!” He spat the words wetly against my ear. More of Whisper Man’s crazed vagrants. Great. These were probably the ones who’d gotten away. I wondered if they’d doubled back, and how long they had been following me. Stupid of me not to check. “Hold him! Hold him!” she cried. “He can’t know. He can’t see. Not this one. Master says he sings the names!” While I struggled with her companion, the woman darted forward. She held the blade low, and if I didn’t get out of its...
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