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May
22

Sunday Snippets #59

Sunday Snippets #59 A Lifetime to Find Love by Ava Riley  Lazy Day Publishing  April 6, 2011   “As I was saying, I went to that bar wanting to get you out of my head, but I couldn’t. Every woman I came across just didn’t compare to you, Tess. They didn’t take my breath away the way you do just from a simple look. You, Tess, you are the one that makes my heart skip every time I’m near you or from just a thought of you.” Taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry I didn’t call you after what happened at your house. Honestly, I didn’t know what to say to you. I thought, hell, I don’t know what I thought. All I know is that I want to give this a go; you and me. I don’t know if it will work out, but I can’t just walk away without trying.” “Shut up Cade,” Tessa said softly. She wanted him to shut up and kiss her no matter that he was on his knees confessing his feelings for her. “What?” Cade was shocked. Tessa had just blurted out the last thing he expected. He’d planned out perfectly what he wanted to say, but it wasn’t unfolding the way he envisioned it. He would tell her how he really felt and she would throw herself at him. That’s how it was supposed to happen. Not with Tessa though, nothing ever came that easy where she was concerned. Here he was pouring out his heart and soul and she tells him to shut up. That was so typical Tessa he thought. Cade slowly started to get up off his knees. Nothing had prepared him for this, he felt as if he’d just been sucker punched in the gonads and left at a loss as to how he should even react to her words. With more conviction than anything she had ever said in her life, Tessa asked, “Are you going to kiss me or just keep talking?” Cade grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the car quickly as he stood before she changed her mind. He hooked his fingers into her front belt loops and pulled her into his hard body. He needed her as close as possible. Tessa’s body trembled with anticipation as he bent ever so slowly to kiss her. She had dreamed of this, of Cade’s mouth on hers. She was finally going to feel those lips against...
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May
15

Sunday Snippets #58

Sunday Snippets #58 Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card  Tor Science Fiction  January 1985 The toons lined up in five columns.  A and E were ready to grab the side handholds and flip themselves out toward the sides.  B and D lined up to catch the two parallel ceiling holds and flip upward into null gravity.  C toon were ready to slap the sill of the doorway and flip downward.  Up, down, left, right; Ender stood at the front, between columns so he’d be out of the way, and reoriented them.  “Which way is the enemy’s gate?” Down, they all said, laughing.  And in that moment up became north, down became south, and left and right became east and west. The grey wall in front of them disappeared, and the battleroom was visible.  It wasn’t a dark game, but it wasn’t a bright one either – the lights were about half, like dusk.  In the distance, in the dim light, he could see the enemy door, their lighted flash suits already pouring out.  Ender knew a moment’s pleasure.  Everyone had learned the wrong lesson from Bonzo’s misuse of Ender Wiggin.  They all dumped through the door immediately, so that there was no chance to do anything other than name the formation they would use.  Commanders didn’t have time to think.  Well, Ender would take the time, and trust his soldiers’ ability to fight with flashed legs to keep them intact as the came late through the door. Ender sized up the shape of the battleroom.  The familiar open grid of most early games, like the monkey bars at the park, with seven or eight stars scattered through the grid.  There were enough of them, and in forward enough positions, that they were worth going for.  “Spread to the near stars,” Ender said.  “C try to slide the wall.  If it works, A and E will follow.  If it doesn’t, I’ll decide from there.  I’ll be with D.  Move.” All the soldiers knew what was happening, but tactical decisions were entirely up to the toon leaders.  Even with Ender’s instructions, they were only ten seconds late getting through the gate.  Rabbit Army was already doing some elaborate dance down at their end of the room.  In all the other armies Ender had fought in, he would have been worrying right now about making sure he and his toon were in their proper place in their own formation.  Instead, he and all his men...
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May
8

Sunday Snippets #57

Sunday Snippets #57 Phoenix Rising: A Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences Novel by Pip Ballantine & Tee Morris Harper Voyager Publishing  April 26, 2011 For a few moments, only the low rumbling of the Ministry’s generators filled the space.  Wellington read the Daily Mail headline several times and tried to remember to breathe. He felt the confession on the tip of his tongue, but he was too far invested into this forgotten case now. He would probably meet the same fate as Agent Braun, even if he withheld nothing from the Director about what he and Eliza had really been up to in their brief time together. As if in answer to Wellington’s prayer, Eliza asked, “Could it be the House of Usher, sir?”  “Well, Agent Braun, the black carriage with–” Doctor Sound turned the newspaper back around and, after a moment, began reading. “–‘wheels of nefarious construction smiting down innocents as would the scythe of the Reaper’ does sound very House of Usher, but then I have to stop and consider the other particulars in this story. “Note, if you will: ‘Eyewitnesses report that Mistress Death was locked in mortal combat with a hansom that kept chase, its drivers a man and a woman lacking modesty most proper.’ Now, here is a detail I find most curious: ‘The heroic hansom did carry a lone passenger, the man’s purpose unclear as all he seemed to be doing was screaming as would a banshee of the rolling moors of West Yorkshire.’ What do you make of that, Books?” Wellington felt his tongue swell. He found himself totally paralyzed by the cool, steely gaze of the Director. His mouth went to open, his throat dry as if he had been walking through an Egyptian expanse. “As I read about such outrageous behaviour from the subjects of Her Majesty,” Doctor Sound said, folding the newspaper and placing it where the seventh vase should have been, “I thank God in heaven that I am the director of a clandestine organisation where our specialty is our subtlety.” He slowly turned to Eliza, his eyes narrowing on her. “Isn’t that correct, Agent Braun?” Eliza nodded. “Most of the time, sir.” “Yes,” he agreed. “Most of the time.” Sound’s eyes went back and forth between them both, and Wellington could feel a tightness in his chest. “Well then, I shan’t keep you. I just thought I would pay my Archives a visit, and I am quite glad I did so.”...
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May
1

Sunday Snippets #56

Sunday Snippets #56 Today’s snippet is a SNEAK PEEK  from Bite Club by Rachel Caine  NAL Hardcover  May 3, 2011 It was on Thursday when things started crashing down.  To start with, Shane was late, really late.  When he finally got home, he came bearing food – barbecue again, but with all the veggies and everything.  Which made him popular, of course. But as she set the table, Claire watched him wandering around the living room.  He was pacing, and Shane usually didn’t pace – he was more inclined to drape himself over the couch and look like he was asleep, even when he wasn’t.  Tonight, though, he was moving like he was pumped up and distracted, and when she touched him on the shoulder, he spun around so fast, she took a step back.  It was easy to forget how big Shane was and how strong, until she saw him in action.  He was usually so gentle with her. “What?” he snapped, and then some of the shadows left his expression.  “Oh.  Sorry, Claire.  Didn’t mean that.” “Yeah, I know.  What’s up with you?” He shrugged.  “I don’t know.  Restless, I guess.  Been like this all day.  I think after dinner I’ll hit the gym, burn off some energy.”  That was not like Shane.  He was usually all about lazing around on the couch, maybe putting some energy into a video game.  He wasn’t the nervous type. “Okay,” she said doubtfully.  “Maybe play a game first?  I’ve hardly seen you at all.  We could spend some time together.” “Yeah, well, you’re the one who runs off to High Wizard Crazy Pants every time he snaps his fingers.  Don’t blame me if you never see me.  I’ve got a life, too.  It sucks, but I’ve got one.”  Shane’s words were blunt, and his tone – it was almost mean.  Claire felt it like a slap, and it shocked her – why, she didn’t know.  He’d been angry enough over the Myrnin incident, but she’d thought… Well, she’d thought he’d gotten over it, that it was safe to talk to him again. Clearly he hadn’t moved past it.  She decided not to say anything at all, which was probably wrong, but she didn’t trust her voice.  She didn’t want him to hear how much he’d hurt her. After another second of silence, he looked away.  “Sorry.  Game sounds good.  I’m just in a mood, I guess.  Maybe a little unnatural creature killing is...
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Apr
24

Sunday Snippets #55

Sunday Snippets #55 Moon Called by Patricia Briggs  Ace Publishing.  January 31, 2006 My home is a single-wide trailer almost as old as I am that sits in the middle of a couple of fenced acres.  There are a lot of small-acreage properties in Finley with trailers or manufactured homes, but along the river there are also mansions like the one my neighbor lives in. I turned into my drive with a crunch of gravel and stopped the old diesel Rabbit in front of my home.  I noticed the cat carrier sitting on my porch as soon as I got out of the car. Medea gave me a plaintive yowl, but I picked up the note taped to the tope of the carrier and read it before I let her out. MS. THOMPSON, it said in heavy block letters, PLEASE KEEP YOUR FELINE OFF MY PROPERTY.  IF I SEE IT AGAIN, I WILL EAT IT. The note was unsigned. I undid the latch and lifted the cat up and rubbed my face in her rabbitlike fur. “Did the mean old werewolf stick the poor kitty in the box and leave her?” I asked. She smelled like my neighbor, which told me that Adam had spent some time with her on his lap before he’d brought her over here.  Most cats don’t like werewolves-or walkers like me either.  Medea likes everyone, poor old cat, even my grumpy neighbor.  Which is why she often ended up in the cat carrier on my...
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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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