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Nov
21

Sunday Snippets #35

Sunday Snippets #35 Sneak Peek from Promises in the Dark by Stephanie Tyler Release Date: November 23, 2010 **NOTE: this except comes from an uncorrected galley copy of the book** “My plan was to grab you, get you to Freetown and onto a ferry,” he said through gritted teeth. “My plan involved saving you. It didn’t involve having the person in danger hit me with a metal frying pan—then tell me to stay the hell out of her life and her business.” She didn’t bother to look or act contrite. “I never asked you to come,” she said again—her refrain. Her goddamned mantra. That was it. He closed in on her with three steps. All he could freakin’ think to do was kiss her, and so that’s exactly what he damned well did, hard and fast, without giving a shit what she wanted right now. But she did want—he could tell by the way she molded against him. She tasted soft and sweet and spicy all at once, like cool rain and the kind of hot summer sun that let you know all was right with the world, and his body enveloped hers, the way he’d wanted to from the moment he’d seen her on the porch. When he pulled back, she kept her eyes screwed tightly closed as if she could make it all—including him— disappear. He murmured in her ear, “Open your eyes, Liv. I want you to know my name. To know me—to watch me when you come and know that I’m the one doing it to you.” GIVEAWAY: Stephanie has GENEROUSLY donated one (1) copy of each of the first two Shadow Force Series books – Lie With Me and Promises in the Dark for a giveaway here on my blog. If you would like to enter for a chance to win either of the books, please leave a comment with your email address at the end of this post or the REVIEW.  Contest is open internationally!! Contest is open from now until November 23, 2010 at 9:00 PM EST. Winners will be selected using random.org and announced on my blog on November 24, 2010.  First name drawn will get choice of book. Second winner will receive the other...
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Nov
14

Sunday Snippets #34

Sunday Snippets #34 From Fearless Desires by Stacey Espino Delius entered Selina’s bedroom just after one in the morning. She was curled up on her side, deep in sleep. He knelt down on one knee as he had the previous night and rested a hand on her forehead. He couldn’t resist brushing her skin with the backs of his fingers and noticed how satiny soft it felt. Pure female. Before entering her mind, he kept still and found peace just watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, the innocent calm of her face and random twitching of her lips. She was having a good dream, not a nightmare. Satisfaction nearly toppled him over, even though his existence was to steal her sweet dreams away. With a deep breath and personal encouragement that he was strong enough to resist the pull of this human’s mind, he delved in. Immediately, erotic clips bombarded him, making him dizzy. What was wrong with this human? She packed a powerful punch of lust, unlike anything he’d experienced before. As if invited, he heard his name called. Not again. He needed to get into that second scar and find out what made this human tick. Javen would not stand waiting any longer without answers. With as much strength as he could muster, he escaped the dark expanse where incessant random images flashed— images that no doubt held sexual meaning for Selina. He could feel her arousal even through her mind and he wasn’t immune to the effects. He saw the two past scars. One he had visited, the other stood close enough to have occurred within hours. Having two life-changing traumas occur so close together would have made for one really shitty day. Then worry filled him. Was she capable of harming her adopted parents for being the informants of such painful news? He hadn’t asked her about her adoptive family. He would look into her history as soon as he returned home. What else could be so bad and on the same day? He reached into the scar. But just as he felt contact, he was ripped from her mind, left feeling dazed. “Delius!” Selina’s stared up at him with open eyes as he loomed over her bedside. She was conscious. He pulled back in utter shock. No human had ever been able to regain consciousness with a Fear Demon working their mind. It was like anesthetic during surgery. Merciful. Delius didn’t know what to...
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Nov
7

Sunday Snippets #33

Sunday Snippets #33 From Captive Spirit by Liz Fichera We danced until our chests ached from breathing so hard, until the sky fell completely silent again, freezing us in place. The drummers stopped. The circle of men who danced around our circle stopped, too, so that there was one man standing before each girl. I blinked, staring back at the man before me. Like the others, he wore a red clay mask painted with yellow and green lines and bright white circles around the eyes. His bare chest glistened in the firelight from the sweat of the dance. It was covered with purple bruises and bright red cuts. Fresh ones.  I bit the inside of my lower lip to stop a smile.  They were the boys from the White Ant Clan. Had to be.  Of course! I thought.  This was a special dance to celebrate their ball court victory! I scanned their chests, trying to discern the faces behind the masks. Honovi? Sinopa? Who? My eyes danced trying to solve the puzzle but my cheeks stayed frozen. Mostly. Yuma approached the circle, along with Miakoda. Miakoda stood behind the boy who stood before me. My eyes lowered instinctively when Miakoda rested his eyes on mine. I was only brave enough to look at him directly when he wasn’t looking back at me. I’d rather stare into the eyes of a charging javalina than meet Miakoda’s empty eyes. He grunted and then jabbed his walking stick into the ground, once. I flinched at the sound. Then Yuma ordered the boys to remove their masks and my eyes lifted again, hoping for Honovi’s face, or even Sinopa, wanting them to know that I was in on their ruse. They might have fooled some of the girls but they didn’t fool me. No wonder Honovi had been acting strangely across the fire. Quickly, he removed his mask, lifting it upwards with one hand. I swallowed back a breath. My eyes widened. The boy who stood before me was neither Honovi nor any of the boys from the White Ant Clan. It was Pakuna. Without a word, he took a deliberate step forward, stomping one foot into the ground like he owned the circle. Then he grabbed my wrist. My body froze. I was too startled to say anything. Too stunned to move. That’s because I realized I was no longer a girl. I was a prize. Oblivious to my confusion, Pakuna turned to Honovi, his...
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Oct
31

Sunday Snippets #32

Sunday Snippets #32 From Play of Passion by Nalini Singh Release date: November 2, 2010 Andrew heard Indigo moan, felt her body soften a delicious fraction before the lieutenant got herself under control. Pushing off his shoulders, she rolled away to crouch beside him on the forest floor, her namesake eyes bright with the wolf’s night-glow gaze. “I’ll forgive you for slobbering over me that one time. But do it again and I’ll put you on your ass.” “I’m already there.” He sat up. “And I seem to recall you slobbering back.” Her tongue had been a sleek, fast dart in his mouth before that damn self-discipline of hers had kicked in. “Want to do it some more?” She pushed back her hair. “I give up. Stay here. Die of blood loss. I’m going to go slip into a nice warm bath and eat the slice of New York cheesecake I bribed Lucy to sneak up to me past the ravaging hordes.” “You have cheesecake?” He prowled over to crouch by her. It was hard, so fucking hard, to pretend this was only a game, to play with her, when all he wanted to do was bury his face in her neck and just …...
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Oct
24

Sunday Snippets #31

Sunday Snippets #31 Sneak Peek from Lie With Me by Stephanie Tyler Release Date: October 26, 2010 **NOTE: this except comes from an uncorrected galley copy of the book** The monitor flickered in warning and she shut the laptop down and closed the lid. Suddenly, with the light gone, the storm turned from her ally to her enemy, as every sound became someone scratching at the door to get in. She almost called for Cam, then heard the running water and realized he was showering. Instead, she reached for her BlackBerry and noted that she had a few bars of service. Spotty, but enough, and so she quickly dialed her father’s number, and got his voice mail message. Again. “Hey, it’s me. I just wanted to let you know that Cameron Moore is here—he told me you sent him. Can you please call me, though. I need to speak to—” Dead air. Well, at least hopefully the message had gotten through. Cameron Moore is here. And he seems to get me. Lighting a lantern, she walked along the hallway in the suddenly too dark townhouse until she reached the bathroom. He’d left the door open. With his own lantern on the countertop, she could look at the half-steamed mirror and see him through the clear-glass shower door. She wanted to look away but couldn’t. Soap slid between his shoulder blades, over the ridge of his lower back, coursing down thighs, which were solid ridges of muscles, as were his calves, and his feet . . . yes, they were large. Stupid wives’ tale, she told herself, even as he turned around—and no, this was definitely not an old wives’ tale. It was only then she realized he could see her watching him if he turned his face toward the mirror. And still she didn’t move, running her gaze up his body toward his face when he turned the water off. She moved to leave the doorway and her ankle caught on the doorjamb and twisted—she cried out and went down hard. Cam was by her side in seconds, still dripping wet, towel around his waist. “You okay?” He’d shaved his face clean, making his blue eyes stand out in stark relief, his chiseled cheekbones striking. His hair was wet, tied back, and he was seriously, devastatingly handsome. Her face flushed hot. If he knew she’d been spying, he didn’t say . . . but something about the look in his eyes told...
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Oct
17

Sunday Snippets #30

Sunday Snippets #30 From Presumed Dead by Shirley Wells Sandra had a quick glance at Mabel, decided that another five minutes under the dryer wouldn’t hurt her, and headed for the stairs. “Won’t be a minute, love!” Once upstairs, she picked up the phone and tapped in Yvonne’s number. “Yvonne, it’s me. I can’t stop, I’ve got Miserable Mabel drying to a frazzle, but you’ll never guess what. Some bloke’s just been in and he were asking after—well, you’ll never guess.” “Then you’d better tell me, hadn’t you?”  “Anita Bloody Champion!”  Silence met her statement. Sandra wasn’t surprised—it had been years since any of them had mentioned that name. “You still there, Yvonne?” “Yes. Course I am. You took me by surprise, that’s all.” “It took me by surprise, too. Can you believe it? After all these years?” “What did you tell him?” “What do you think?” Sandra demanded. “I told him that she went out with you three one night and vanished. Said I’d have gone too but that my Eddie were home on leave.” “God!” “He were desperate to find someone who knew her. Preferably someone who were with her on that last night.” “What? Oh, no!” “What could I do? I tried to put him off, but it were looking suspicious.” “Christ!” “He’s all right. Nice enough to look at, the right side of forty, good tipper. He told me he had a bit of a fling with Anita and gave her a ring—another bloody sucker for a pair of legs and tits by the sound of it.” “Please don’t tell me you gave him my name. Please!” “I had to. It would have looked as if we had something to hide if I hadn’t. I gave him your phone number, not your address. Anyway, he’s okay. As I said, he’s not bad looking really. Just under six feet, dark hair, not overweight. Clothes are a bit creased, but nice enough. As you’re on your own now, you can get him to take you out for a meal or something.” “Bloody hell, Sand! And what am I supposed to tell him?” “The truth. Anita vanished, remember?” There was another long pause. “I can’t talk to him,” Yvonne said. “Why the hell did you have to give him my name? The very thought of that night makes me want to throw up.” “She vanished, Yvonne. She went off with some bloke, like she always did—and usually one of our blokes...
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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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