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Apr
17

Sunday Snippets #54

Sunday Snippets #54 from Shady Lady by Ann Aquirre     ROC Publishing  April 5, 2011 “What are you waiting for?” Maury demanded, as I trickled salt atop my chalk circle.  This demon wasn’t going anywhere unless I willed it. “Almost finished.  But I need her name now.” He pronounced each syllable with great care, as if caressing his absent lover.  I found it oddly endearing.  “Dumah Porai Valyonatha.” “It’s been a long time since you’ve seen her.” “Only by your standards,” he muttered.  “But I have been away longer than I expected.  She will be missing me.” I tried to sound casual as I finished spreading the salt.  “You could go back.  I could send you.” “I think not.  Your people call my world hell for a reason.” “Very well.”  Using my athame, I cut a narrow slice in my palm and let the blood drip inside the pentagram.  I was careful not to break the circle, however.  “By fire, earth, wind and rain, I call you forth, Dumah Porai Valyonatha.  I offer sacrifice in your name.  As I will, so mote it be.  In the name of Solomon the Binder, whose blood I carry, you must obey.” Unlike the spell I had used on Morales, this one required focus and repetition.  My mother had once said: There are no true magic words, only your will behind them.  Power sizzled through me, far more than I’d ever held before- more than it took to read a house or a patch of dirt.  It felt as though my heart must cook inside my chest.  I sent it to the circle and the salt ate it, blackening beneath the heat. I don’t know how long I chanted, but the air churned inside the pentacle.  Not like Caim’s manifestation, but it grew dark with smoke that writhed with signs of life.  I saw a glimmer of eyes, a suggestion of a face. “She’s here,” the demon breathed beside me. Maury started to go to her, only to be brought up short by the power of my wards.  I smiled “My part of the bargain is fulfilled, and you are repaid.” “That wasn’t the deal!” “In fact, it was.  You specified I had to summon her, not set her free.” “No, I wouldn’t consent to that.  The last part was implicit in the agreement.” And now I gambled everything.  “If you have the power, if I have invalidated our deal, kill me now.  Take the knife from...
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Apr
10

Sunday Snippets #53

Sunday Snippets #53 from Lover Unleashed by JR Ward NAL Hardcover  March 29, 2011 “Are you certain,” she said, her accent rolling those Rs. He was breathing so hard he wasn’t sure he could choke out a reply, so he nodded.  And then, worried that wasn’t enough, he put his hands over hers, pressing her hold into him. She took over from there, focusing on his jugular, her eyes seeming to light up like stars in the night.  When she closed in, she did it slowly, disappearing the inches between her fangs and his flesh with aching delay. The brush of her lips was nothing but velvet, except the anticipation of what was to come had him hyper-focusing so everything was magnified.  He knew precisely where she was- The scrape was viciously soft as she nuzzled him. Then her hand snaked around to his nape and clamped on, holding him in place so hard, he realized she could snap his neck if she wanted.   “Oh, God,” he moaned, giving himself over completely.  “Oh-fuck!” The strike was strong and sure, two points going in deep, the sweet pain robbing him of sight and sound until all he knew was the sucking draw at his vein. That and the massive orgasm that rolled through his balls and pumped out the head of his cock, his hips jacking up against her as his erection kicked and jerked… and kept going.   He wasn’t sure how long the release lasted.  Ten seconds?  Ten minutes?  Or was it hours?  All he knew was that with every drawing pull she took from him, he came some more, the pleasure so intense he was ruined by it… Because he knew he wasn’t going to find this with anyone but her.  Vampire or human. Palming the back of her head, he pushed her down tighter, holding her to him, not caring whether she drank him dry.  What a way to die- Too soon, she went to pull away, but he was desperate for her to keep going, and tried to force her to stay at his throat.  It was no contest, though.  She was so strong physically, it was as if he had put up no protest at all.  And didn’t that make him come again. As overrun as his nervous system was, he still felt the retraction of her fangs from his neck and knew the exact moment she was out of him.  Then the biting pain was...
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Apr
3

Sunday Snippets #52

Sunday Snippets #52 from Eternal Rider by Larissa Ione     Grand Central Publishing  March 29, 2011 **NOTE: this except comes from an uncorrected ARC copy of the book**  One thought dominated his mind as he gated himself back to Greece: She wore Victoria’s Secret boyshorts. He could so easily envision her lush curves contained in the sexy underwear. Yeah, thongs and lacy panties and crap were nice, but for some reason, the mix of masculine and feminine of the boyshorts worked for him. Really worked. He’d love to hold her against him while his hands slipped down the back of the boyshorts to cup that tight ass… and fuck, he was obsessing over freaking panties. Feeling like the Webster’s definition of loser, he stalked through his house, halting at the bedroom door. His heart did something weird against his sternum, a spastic flutter of anticipation. Was he actually looking forward to seeing Cara again? The fucking goofy way his lips were curved into a smile said yes, and horror of horrors, he realized he was experiencing some sort of crush.  What the fuck? He needed to kill something. Needed to get his head back in the battle, reacquire his target, and go on the offensive, because he was doing exactly what he used to berate other men for. Hell, he’d actually arranged for women to seduce enemy commanders, and then he’d waited for their dicks to lean them to distraction and destruction. Cara must be the ultimate...
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Mar
27

Sunday Snippets #51

Sunday Snippets #51 Sneak Peek from Magic on the Hunt by Devon Monk   Roc Publishing April 5, 2011 **NOTE: this except comes from an uncorrected ARC copy of the book** “We headed out.  My phone rang.  Zay.  Again. Seriously, couldn’t the man catch a hint? I answered.  “Beckstrom.” “Where’s everyone off to?” I scanned the street.  Zay was standing on the corner across the street, Shamus behind him, leaning against the building, smoking. Oh, for Pete’s sake. “Nowhere.” “That so?  Looks like you’ve got a hunt on your hands.” “It was a meeting.” He started across the street.  The light hadn’t changed, but somehow traffic seemed to move in rhythm to his stride, a perfect path opening up as he moved across the street toward me, not once taking his eyes off me.  Man walked like a goddamned god. “Who are they hunting?  What are they hunting?  What are you up to, Allison, my love?” He was across three lanes, one more before he was in front of me.  That is, if a bus didn’t hit him. “None of your damn business,” I said sweetly into the phone. And then he was there, in my space, so close, I could smell the pine and anger rolling off him.  He was power, magic, sex, raw, brute force.  A thunderstorm embodied.  I gave him a disinterested look. The corner of his lip quirked up. “How about I say please?” he said into his phone. Even though there was less than six inches separating us. “Hound business is Hound business,” I replied.   “Don’t make me drag it out of Davy.” “Fuck you,” Davy laughed. “I’m not your girlfriend.” Zay put his phone down.  Thumbed it off.  “Who are you hunting girlfriend?” he asked. I saw no reason to keep it a secret.  Well, besides the fact that he could Close me or Davy with the flick of his fingers.  “Dane.  For shooting me.” He searched my eyes.  Must have caught the hint that I didn’t give a damn what he thought about that. “Shame and I will go with you.” “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” “More feet on the ground.  That’s what you said, right?”  He turned toward Davy.  “How are we doing this?” “Talk to the boss.” He turned back to me.  “Well, boss?” “Sigh spells.  Light.  We’re just looking for his signature.  If he’s found, I’m to be contacted.  No engaging.” “And after you are contacted?” Oh, I did not want...
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Mar
20

Sunday Snippets #50

Sunday Snippets #50 Lover Awakened by JR Ward   Signet Eclipse  September 2006 “I want to kiss you here,” she said. “All right?” He nodded and licked his lips. The moment her mouth made contact, his body jerked like someone had yanked all of his arms and legs at once. She didn’t stop. She sucked the piercing in and twirled her tongue around it. Zsadist moaned, the low sound a great rumble in his chest; then he inhaled with a hiss. His head pitched back into the pillow, but he kept it at an angle so he could keep watching her. When she flicked the silver hoop, then tugged on it a little, he arched off the bed, one leg bending up, his heel digging into the mattress. She tickled his nipple again and then again until he balled the comforter in his fist. “Oh… fuck, Bella…” He was breathing in a hard, raw rhythm, heat radiating out of him. “What are you doing to me?”  “Do you want me to stop?” “Either that or do it harder.” “How about a little more?” “Yeah… a little more.” She worked him with her mouth, playing with the ring, driving him until his hips started to swivel....
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Mar
13

Sunday Snippets #49

Sunday Snippets #49 Dead, Undead, or Somewhere in Between by JA Saare   Eternal Press.  February 2010  I tasted the metallic bitterness of my blood on his lips and shared his lingering essence by pulling the tip of his tongue into my mouth and sucking softly. He growled, hands rough against my hips, dragging me downward. Uncontrollable warmth spread through my body, in places I wanted him to touch, and I ground my hips deliberately against his pelvis, moving my hands lower, latching onto that perfect mound of flesh on his ass to pull him against me. He ripped his lips away. “You can’t know how badly I want this,” he groaned next to my ear, kissing the tender spot just behind. I didn’t speak, using actions to convey my agreement, bringing my hands up to cradle his face and draw his lips to mine. But it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough… I raked my nails up and down his back, bringing them around to his chest. The skin was cool and firm, and I arched my back, pressing my aching nipples against him, desperate to ease the burn. “Rhiannon.” He pulled away, hands holding either side of my face to prevent me from interrupting him. “I want to take you to my bedroom, and love you until the sun comes up. But if I do, you’ll hate me in the morning. I would despise myself for allowing...
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Mar
6

Sunday Snippets #48

Sunday Snippets #48 River Marked by Patricia Briggs  Ace Publishing.  March 1, 2011 Sunday Snippet “What can you tell me about the thing in the river?” I asked finally. He made a rude sound.  “I can tell you she’s not a poor misunderstood creature.  Gordon is right.  She’s Hunger, and she won’t be satisfied until she consumes the world.” She.  That answered several things.  There was only one.  That seemed more manageable than a swarm of monsters that could bite a woman in half and make a man shoot Adam. “How big is it?” I asked. He looked at me and poked his tongue into his cheek.  “You know?  That’s a good question.  I think we ought to find out.” And he knocked me into the river. The water was icy and closed over my head, encasing me in silence and darkness.  For a moment the shock of the fall, of the cold, and of sheer surprise froze my muscles, and I couldn’t move.  Then my feet hit the riverbed, and the motion somehow woke up every nerve into screaming urgency.  I pushed off and up, coming to the surface and sucking in air. I could hear him laughing. Son of a bitch.  I would kill him.  I didn’t care if he was Coyote or the son of Satan.  He was a dead man walking. I struck out for the swimming hole even though it meant fighting the river.  But for the next mile downstream or so, the riverbank was cliff face, and I didn’t want to stay in the river that long; there was a monster out here somewhere.   A toddler walking along the bank could have beat me, for all the forward progress I made.  I was only a fair swimmer, strength without technique.  It was enough to beat the slow flow of the Columbia, but not by much. Two otter heads poked up beside me, and I growled at them.  Somehow knowing they were fae made them less of a threat than real river otters though I expect the opposite was actually true.  I was too busy fighting the river to worry about adjusting my beliefs in accordance to reality. They disappeared under the water for a few minutes before one popped up again, watching my slow progress with cool appraisal.   “I’d swim faster if I were you,” observed Coyote. Rage fueled my strokes, and I finally made it around the bend and into the shallower, slower...
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Feb
27

Sunday Snippets #47

Sunday Snippets #47 Without Reservations by JL Langley  Samhain Publishing, Ltd.  October 10, 2006 His mate was still out of it. The wolf hadn’t moved from where Chay had put him. He looked very sweet and peaceful…innocent. He was a handsome wolf. Actually, he was more pretty than handsome. Not that he was feminine exactly, but his size wasn’t at all masuline. In human form, the top of his head would probably only come to Chay’s chin. Chay ran his fingers across the snout and over the closed eyes. He’d be willing to bet those eyes were a pale sky blue. Chay’s dick hardened even more at the thought. He groaned and pulled his hand away to adjust himself. He should’ve called Frank to come get this little bit as soon as he’d patched him up and he could’ve pretended like nothing was different. Even still, he should send the man on his way when he woke. But Chay knew he wouldn’t. He had no earthly idea what to do with a male mate, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to keep...
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Feb
20

Sunday Snippets #46

Sunday Snippets #46 Pleasures Untold by Lisa Sanchez Omnific Publishing February 2011 As I stared into the crowd, I felt someone’s eyes on me again. The warm, tugging sensation I’d felt on numerous occasions recently slammed into me with gusto, along with the feeling that everything and everyone around me moved ten times slower than normal. A ripple of warmth rushed through my veins, setting my skin on fire while simultaneously sending a chill rocketing up the length of my spine. Never. I’d never felt anything like it. Whatever the feeling was, it was very intense. Slowly, I turned my gaze to the left, looking over my shoulder toward the far end of the bar. My breath caught, and it was in that exact moment that everything changed. My life as I knew it would never be the same. Standing behind the bar to the far left was a man (later I’d find out otherwise) who appeared to be in his early twenties. Tall, deeply tan, with short, dark brown hair that looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, and a face that could only be described as angelic, he was easily the most beautiful creature I’d ever laid eyes on. He stood with his back against the bar, ignoring the thirsty party-goers. With his arms folded casually against his chest, he burned a hole into me with his heated gaze. Holy…Stunned, I looked away as a shockwave of desire ping-ponged around my chest and zapped a straight line down to my hoo-hah. My mouth went dry. He couldn’t possibly be looking at me. Hell, guys didn’t stare at me like that — ever. I shifted in my seat and fanned myself with my hands. Had they jacked up the heat in here? Why was it so damn hot? God. Those eyes. I felt them boring into the side of my face, the intensity of it melting my superstructure into a gelatinous mush. Clearly, I was imagining things. Determined to prove my body’s reaction wrong, I stared out into the crowd, willing my “spidey senses” to get their shit together and zoom in on an underworld dirtbag so I could do my thing. My body, evidently, didn’t feel like cooperating. The sensation remained, becoming even more intense with every second that passed. Shit. Swallowing hard, I chanced another look over my shoulder to see the handsome stranger walking toward me. All the air in my lungs left in one swift whoosh,...
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Feb
13

Sunday Snippets #45

Sunday Snippets #45 Sins of the Heart by Eve Silver  Harlequin August 2010 “Not gonna happen.” “No?” He arched one straight brow. “You might change your mind.” She tried to edge sideways, but he gad a solid grip on the sheet, limiting her choices. Either she stayed exactly where she was and kept her cover, or she dropped it and bolted. He was too close, too tempting, and she was wearing a film of three-day sweat. That was pretty much the only thing that kept her from dropping the sheet and grabbing him. The pounding of her pulse marked the seconds. She held his gaze, aching, wanting, knowing on every level that letting him get close to her was a mistake. Don’t touch him. Don’t ache for him. For the love of Aset, don’t have sex with him. But that was the thing about common sense. It was only worth something if she chose to heed it. And right now, the way he was looking at her, like he was starving and she was a nice, rare steak, made her want to bury her common sense six feet under. She took a single step toward him.  His expression shifted, hardened, like that of a predator catching a scent. Dropping the sheet, she...
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