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Oct
10

Sunday Snippets #29

Sunday Snippets #29 From Fantasy Lover by Sherrilyn Kenyon WARNING – THIS SNIPPET IS RATED M for Mature! Grace felt Julian’s presence. Turning around, she saw him outside the shower, completely naked. Her gaze feasted on every inch of that golden body, but it was his warm, charming smile that absolutely stole her heart and made her breathless. Without a word, he stepped inside. “You know,” he said with a casualness that astounded her. “I found something interesting this morning.” She watched the water fall over him, slicking his hair back until it fell in short, wet ringlets about his face. “Did you?” she asked, resisting her impulse to reach up and capture one of those locks between her fingertips. Or better yet, her teeth. “Mmm,” he said, running his hand up the long cord of the shower until he took the shower head from its cradle. He turned the dial to a soft massage. “Turn around.” Grace hesitated before she obeyed. Julian ran his gaze over her sleek, wet back. In all his life, he’d never seen a woman more inviting. She was everything he’d ever dreamed of having and yet he dared not hope. Dared not dream. He lowered his gaze down her voluptuous curves. Her legs were slightly parted as she stood. An image of spreading them wider and plunging himself into her tore through him. Struggling to breathe, he aimed the shower head at her shoulders. “That feels so good,” she whispered. Julian couldn’t speak. He clenched his jaw to keep himself from yielding to his body’s ravenous demand for hers. His need to touch her was so profound that it made a mockery of the one he felt for food and water while trapped in the book. Grace turned to him, her face glowing. She reached around him and picked up the washcloth and soaped it. Julian didn’t move as she bathed him. Her hands slid over his chest and abdomen, firing his hunger for her even more. He held his breath in eager anticipation as her hand moved lower and lower. Grace bit her lip as she touched the rigid muscles of his stomach. She looked up to watch Julian watch her. His eyes were half-closed, and he appeared to be savoring every stroke of her hands on his skin. Wanting to please him, she ran the cloth over the coffee-colored curls at the center of his body. He sucked his breath in sharply as she...
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Oct
3

Sunday Snippets #28 – The Iron Duke Week

Sunday Snippets #28 – The Iron Duke Week This week’s Sunday Snippets is a special Sneak Peek for THE IRON DUKE WEEK.  This snippet was selected by author Meljean Brook just for you!  Enjoy! Mina stepped into the lift, standing to the side to make room for Trahaearn and Newberry. The Iron Duke boarded and closed the cage behind him. Newberry abruptly stopped, staring at them through the grating. Trahaearn locked the gate. “It will be too crowded and over its weight capacity, constable. I’ll send it back down for you.” Mina looked at him in disbelief. Though it’d be a tight fit, the lift could accommodate her assistant. Then the duke glanced down at her, wearing that cold detachment she’d begun to hate, and Mina understood. She’d rejected his offer outside and put an end to the matter. But the Iron Duke wasn’t done. Anger balled tight and high in her throat. Swallowing it down, she looked through the grating at Newberry. “We’ll meet you on the third level, constable. Anne, will you show Constable Newberry to the stairs?” As soon as they turned to go, Trahaearn started the lift. Metal scraped as he threw the lever forward. Mina stared at the gate’s flat steel panel, almost blind with rage. So this is how it would be? When pirates took over a ship, they usually gave the crew a choice between keeping their positions under a new captain, abandonment, or death. What choice would he give to her? She accepted his offer, or he ruined her family? Or would he simply rape her here? The noise of the fans assaulted her ears, then was muffled as they rose past the second level floor. Unlike the smithy below, this level had been partitioned. An empty corridor led from the lift to the rooms where the Blacksmith grafted his mechanical flesh to living tissue, and where those undergoing the excruciating process waited while the flesh grew. Mina’s mother had waited in one of these rooms, but had forbidden Mina and her brothers from accompanying her. Instead, her father had held her hand through each step, carried her home each night—and every morning, he’d had to convince her mother to return to the Blacksmith’s and finish it. By the end of the week, he’d been as pale and haggard as her mother. Remembering that, Mina’s anger built into resolution. What could Trahaearn do to her family that the Horde hadn’t already done? Nothing. And her family had always fought...
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Sep
26

Sunday Snippets #27

Sunday Snippets #27 From Crux by Moira Rogers A few months ago, Mackenzie wouldn’t have noticed the man following her. Of course, a few months ago, Mackenzie had never been followed before, not with any real dedication. From time to time a customer looking to score would wait for her outside the bar, but she’d had no trouble dissuading them from following her home. Then Marcus had walked into her life, and a whole new world of paranoia opened up for her. She’d gotten very good at noticing a footstep where one shouldn’t be, and even better at remembering faces she saw a bit too often to be coincidence. It was a credit to her stalker’s skill that she didn’t notice him at first. She’d walked almost a quarter mile toward her motel before she realized anyone was following her at all, a fact which chilled her to the bone. It was so dark she couldn’t see more than a vague outline–tall and lean, wearing nothing fancier than jeans and a T-shirt. That reassured her at first, since all of Marcus’s men had all worn the same black slacks and button-down shirts, some sort of quasi-uniform straight from the pages of Creepy Insane Stalker Monthly. Her relief faded when she walked another quarter mile and caught sight of him again. She knew she was being followed. What she didn’t know was why. The small container of pepper spray in her pocket gave her the courage to turn and face him, and she made no attempt to hide her suspicion. She didn’t move, didn’t speak, just stared challengingly at him and waited to see if he would step into the circle of light cast by the streetlight above. He did. “Busted, huh?” he drawled, one hand rubbing at the strong line of his chin. She started when she recognized the man from the bar, the handsome one who’d been talking to Nick. He was taller than she’d realized, with broad shoulders and an easy grace. Though it was blanched and yellowed by the harsh glare of the streetlight, she clearly remembered the sandy shade of his brown hair, and the startling blue of his eyes. He was gorgeous, all right, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous. Marcus had been gorgeous too. So she did her best to ignore his looks as she curled her fingers around the pepper spray in her pocket. “Why are you following me?” He took a step closer....
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Sep
19

Sunday Snippets #26

Sunday Snippets #26 From Bound by Rebellion by Christa Paige Luke did not want to harm Kat. Instead, he wished to show her exactly what it meant for him to reclaim her as his. To lie beside her when they slept, and keep her safe in his embrace. He longed to stroke back the damp, amber tendrils of her hair which framed her beautiful face and clung to her flushed cheeks. His fingertips prickled in want of her skin, touching and exploring, bringing her ultimate pleasure. Even more pressing though, he longed to rekindle their connection. He missed their mental communication, allowing them private moments when they could not be physically together. Danger lurked everywhere. His natural inclination was to stay near his mate, keeping her secure. Luke had wasted too many years letting Katiya “find her own way.” As she so scathingly told him, that final night before their separation, she had no intentions of being pinned down under his thumb for the rest of her extended life. Luke didn’t understand what bothered her about it. Growing up in their tight-knit community as part of the Family, Kat had known exactly what to expect when she walked down the long aisle, to the altar where her future hinged upon a fateful decision. Like every other bonded female before her, Katiya had faced the mating ceremony, risking her life to find a blood-mate. Kat didn’t have the luxury of modern science to help lessen the danger of her selection. In the past, the Elders simply chose three of the strongest candidates. To up the odds, the males came from different families. Everyone hoped the couple would be genetically compatible. Sometimes, the worst possible outcome occurred and the female’s body rejected the blood, killing her within moments. Luke had watched, not knowing if luck would shine down upon him that night. But it had and Katiya survived the ritual. She had sworn an oath by taking his blood, and had bound herself freely to him....
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Sep
12

Sunday Snippets #25

Sunday Snippets #25 From Dark Lover by JR Ward He reached for her before she even sensed he’d moved. She was walking along and then she was in his arms. One of his hands clamped onto the base of her neck. The other pulled her hips tight against him. His erection was a thick rope on her belly. She closed her eyes. Every inch of her skin came alive, her temperature soaring. She hated the reaction to him, but like the man, she had no control over it. She waited for his mouth to come down on hers, except he didn’t kiss her. He bent his lips to her ear instead. “Don’t trust me. Don’t like me. I could give a shit. But don’t you ever lie to me.” He took a deep breath, as if he were drawing her into him. “I can smell the sex coming off you right now. I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn’t fight me, would you?” No, she probably wouldn’t. Because she was an idiot. Who evidently had a death wish.  His lips brushed the side of her neck. And then his tongue licked her skin lightly. “Now, we can be civilized and wait until we get home. Or we can get down to it right here. Either way, I’m dying to come inside you again, and you’re not going to say no.”...
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Sep
5

Sunday Snippets #24

Sunday Snippets #24 From Cruel Enchantment by Anya Bast Book Release Date: September 7, 2010… so this story is also a  It had been too long. She barely remembered what it was to be fae–what she was under the layers of illusion she’d donned. It was good to be here. She didn’t regret a bit not ordering a car to come for her at the gates, even though the walk would not be doing her leg muscles any favors tomorrow morning. She blinked, glimpsing something down the road that didn’t fit with her natural surroundings. Someone striding through the dappled sunlight and pollen-laden air. A man. A large, muscular man walking with purpose toward her. He carried something in his hand, but she couldn’t quite make it out. Her pace slowing, she watched him approach, seeing something intangibly familiar in the way he moved and the broad set of his shoulders. Who was this man? What was he doing way out here? His posture and the way he strode toward her seemed vaguely threatening. Suddenly she wished for a weapon. She usually carried one–old habits died hard–but she hadn’t brought any into Piefferburg with her. He strode on heavy boots and wore black pants and a white poet’s shirt that would’ve made any other man but him look feminine. His long, dusky blond hair was pulled partway back at his nape, free tendrils moving around a face so heartbreakingly beautiful in a savage, brutal way it made her want to cry. Strong, clefted chin; full lips; dark brown eyes. His build peeked out at the collar of the poet’s shirt–strong and muscled from hard work–wide shoulders, narrow hips, the fabric of his pants clinging to the thighs of an athlete. Or of a...
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Aug
29

Sunday Snippets #23

Sunday Snippets #23 From The Sin Eater’s Prince by Keta Diablo Beneath the candle’s sputtering flame, Andras saw the pulse beat in the hollow of his [Owen’s] throat. Owen’s had slip up his arm, stopping near the ridge of the wound he’d earned fighting Traherne. The unsteady gasp of the sin eater’s breath fanned his lips, so close now he couldn’t have turned away if a tidal wave capsized the meager abode. A force more powerful than Duw’s thunder heaved between them, and then it was too late for Andras to stop. Owen’s touch on his arm, the taste of his lips melding with his, sent a jolt of unbearable pleasure rushing through him. The sin eater’s fingers wound their way into the hair at the back of his neck and Owen drew him deeper into the kiss. Andras parted his lips with his tongue, evoking a breathless moan and a defenseless surrender of his body against Owen’s. His manhood swelled and ached, the surge of blood rushing to the head almost unbearable. God help him. If Owen took it in his mind right now to seek out the hard shaft, Andras’s release would burst forth the instant he touched him. The kiss deepened, Owen converging on him like a starved beast, his mouth devouring his, his tongue giving back what it took. There was nothing in the world except Owen: no brutal visions, no vampires. He tasted like summer rain and Andras couldn’t see to slake his...
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Aug
22

Sunday Snippets #22

Sunday Snippets #22 From Sin Undone by Larissa Ione Book release: Tuesday August 24, 2010, so in addition this Snippet is also a “Foreplay is overrated.” The gash in her arm screamed with pain as she shed her pants and hopped up on the stretcher. She left her thigh and ankle holsters in place, though, because her weapons weren’t going anywhere. “Then you’re not doing it right.” Con snapped on some surgical gloves, somehow making the sound and the action erotic. “You’ve had shitty lovers.” “You were one of my lovers,” she pointed out, but he didn’t take the bait. “Once. And there is something to be said for a hard, fast f*ck.” His voice became a mesmerizing purr. “But there’s nothing like taking the time to slowly peel off every article of clothing, to kiss every inch of your lover’s skin as you do it. To lick all the sensitive places until they quiver. To explore all the textures of your partner’s body with your fingers, your mouth.” His fangs flashed as he added, “Your teeth.” Hunger gripped her so fiercely she had to struggle to breathe. Yet somehow, she managed to speak calmly, as if Con’s graphic words hadn’t affected her. “The end result is the same. An orgasm. So why waste all that time? In the hour is takes you to lick someone from head to toe” — God, seriously? Want. — “I could have had half a dozen orgasms.” Assuming she was with some fictional male who could come that many times, too — or a Seminus demon, whose ejaculate left females climaxing over and over, even if he left the room. “Trust me,” he murmured, “the wait is worth it. You’ll get all those, but they’ll be better. Hotter. A-f*cking-mazing.” —–And don’t forget to enter my 300 Follower mini-giveaway for a chance to win a $10 online bookstore gift card. For entry and rules click...
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Aug
15

Sunday Snippets #21

Sunday Snippets #21 From Angles’ Blood by Nalini Singh Raphael dropped her lightly on the bed. “Nice.” She sighed at the decadent feel of the sheets against her skin, her eyes locked with those of an archangel. His gaze was so hotly male, so proprietal that she wondered, for a fleeting second, if she’d made a mistake. What if he wanted to keep her? “Did you ever have a slave?” she asked. His lips curved slightly, but it was an amusement tempered with sensual demand. “Many.” He gripped her ankles, spread her legs. “All very eager to serve–in every possible manner.” She tried to kick out but he hauled her closer, face drawn in a way that was intrinsically sexual. “Some of them had spent years learning to drive a man to ecstasy. The vampires had had hundreds of years to practice.” “Bastard.” A cutting denunciation, but her stomach was tight with anticipation, her breasts hot. “However”–he pulled her up to meet his thrust as he buried himself inside her in one powerful stroke–“none of them did I forbid from taking other lovers.” Her back arched as she tried to assimilate the impact of his entry into her body, the extreme fullness, the stretched ecstasy. When she could finally draw breath, she found him in the same position, as if he, too, was fighting for control. “You don’t strike me as the sharing type.” Her voice was raw. “No. If one went to another man”–he began to pull out with slow deliberation–“there were dozens ready to take her place. It mattered little to me.” She was almost beyond thought now, her entire being focused on the point where their bodies joined. What reason remained collapsed under the heady, seductive force of his words. “If you take another lover, Elena”–he thrust back in, making her gasp–“what I do to him will become a nightmare etched in human memory.” And then there were no more words, only movement–the slick motion of body against body, the thrust and parry of male and female, the lush erotic explosion into ecstasy. The last thing Elena remembered was thinking that maybe she’d underestimated the force of their combined hunger.——–And don’t forget to enter my 300 Follower mini-giveaway for a chance to win a $10 online bookstore gift card. For entry and rules click HERE....
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Aug
8

Sunday Snippets #20

Sunday Snippets #20 From Demon Night by Meljean Brook Two feet of bench seat was apparently nothing when a man had a reach as long as Ethan’s. His hands slid around her waist and he hauled her against him so quickly that she prepared herself for an onslaught on her mouth, but the first touch of his lips was soft and searching. That sweet heat slipped through her again, warming and melting her from the inside, leaving her skin hot and tight. He groaned, and it sounded like a denial, but then his big palm curved up from her stomach, and the light brush of his fingers over her breast was followed by a possessive stroke of his tongue past her lips. And it imploded, the burning ache sweeping from her skin to her core. His fingers tangled in her hair. He shifted, turned until he was half-lying on top of her, never relinquishing her lips. The seat cushioned her back, but there was nothing soft about Ethan’s body above hers. She could hardly breathe, he was so heavy and he was practically f*cking her mouth with each deep lick, and then blazing a hot trail of need to her womb when she returned the penetrating thrust and he caught her tongue in a suckling kiss. Jesus. Excitement tore through her in an erotic wave, pushing her hips up, arching her back. Her fingers clenched on his waist. He was tilted awkwardly, his legs still beneath the wheel, but she pushed her foot over his thighs to grind closer, trying to kick and pull and do anything to have him big and hard between her legs. A flat, loud honk split the air. Ethan jerked his head up and away from her, turning to check each of the windows. “The horn,” Charlie gasped. “I hit...
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