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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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Aug
1

Sunday Snippets #19

Sunday Snippets #19 From Siren’s Call by Devyn Quinn Book release: Tuesday August 3, 2010, so in addition this Snippet is also a Kenneth was close to drifting off when the sound of something paddling at the water’s edge jarred him back awake. Eyes snapping open, he started toward the direction he believed the sound had come from. Moonlight glistened, reflecting off the silvery waters of the bay. Something flapped again, louder and more insistent. He thought he heard a woman’s voice, cursing. Curious as to the cause of the disturbance, he hurried in the direction of the sounds. The western edge of the island faced the mainland, which became less and less clear as a thick fog began to roll in off the sea. Little more than a jagged shoal, the craggy ground was unstable and dangerous. One wrong step could twist an ankle. He arrived at the edge just in time to see a woman’s head and shoulders break through the surface of the water. Her hand lifted. She tossed some dripping piece of clothing up onto a flat rock overhanging the water. Reaching up to catch the edge, she hefted her body up. Moving with the grace of one accustomed to the life beside the bay, she plopped herself onto the rock. A mass of wet curls streamed down her back. She wore not a single stitch. Kenneth started to back away. I’m intruding. Feet defying his mental command, he didn’t move. Except for Tessa’s silent form, the water was deserted. Unaware of his presence, she sat brooding, staring off into the distance. Kenneth eased a little closer, admiring the view. His gaze dipped, briefly taking in the delicate curves of her body. Eyes reaching the level of her waist, the fine hairs at the nape of his neck rose. It only took seconds to realize something about her appearance wasn’t normal. Her slender limbs had changed shape. Kenneth stood for a moment in dumb surprise. His heart skipped a beat even as his breath stalled in his lungs. Rubbing his bleary eyes in disbelief, he stared, dumbfounded. Guts twisting, the bottom dropped out of his stomach. Impossible! His gaze darted back and forth over Tessa’s elongated form, taking in every inch. From the top of her head to . . . He gulped. The tip of her . . . tail? Kenneth felt his knees wobble as reality began to slip from his grasp. His stomach lurched. Without even knowing it,...
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Jul
25

Sunday Snippets #18

Sunday Snippets #18 From Tempting the Fire by Sydney Croft Book release: Tuesday July 27, 2010, so in addition this Snippet is also a “You can join me, in the name of water conservation,” he called back, imagined her slick, soapy body rubbing his. He’d bet anything she was wild in bed; she was the type–all buttoned-up and serious on the outside, but once she got turned on… she’d probably rake her nails down his back when she came. Oh. F*cking. Yeah. He stroked himself harder, the build-up nearly too much, and he forced himself not to bite down on his own arm. She’d probably bite. And scratch. She’d lock those long legs around his waist and tease him by rocking her slick sex, her swollen clit, along the length of his shaft, working her honey all the way to his balls. Which were drawing up, boiling with come. He imagined her palm cupping them, rolling them between her long fingers as she arched up, finally taking him deep. They’d both shout at the joining, and she might even reach her first orgasm when his cock raked a sensitive place inside. “Do you think you’ll be ready soon?” she persisted. “Yeah,” he panted. “Really ready.” God, she’d be hot and tight – his hips rocked a little as he thrust into his fist. “Because then we need to discuss the fact that you’re keeping me prisoner…” Sela in handcuffs in the shower naked with him. “Yeah. Prisoner.” At his mercy, spread-eagle and calling his name… “Logan, do you hear me?” “Mmmmmhmmm.” “Because that’s against the law.” “Oh, yeah. Against.” Pressed against, her nipples rubbing his chest, her core contracting around him, and f*ck, he was at the edge and he was going over fast. “Why are you suddenly being so agreeable?” Her voice had turned suspicious and he was seeing the white light behind his eyes. He pumped his hand faster, long strokes from base to tip, adding a twisting motion at the head that made the white light turn blinding. “Because…it feels…so damned good,” he ground out. Sensation sizzled like a lit fuse down his spine to groin, where the pressure that had been building combusted. His balls tightened and his dick pulsed in his hand and he came, hard and fast, shooting on the floor while the water ran down his back like a soft caress. There was dead silence on her end, and then, “I hope you enjoyed yourself...
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Jul
18

Sunday Snippets #17

Sunday Snippets #17 From Eve of Samhain by Lisa Sanchez. After undressing, I stepped into the lavish enclosure and moaned at the wonderful sensation of the scalding hot water pouring over my body. I took my time washing away the remnants of the morning’s workout and enjoyed the feeling of three showerheads rinsing me simultaneously. A girl could get used to this! As I rinsed the last remnants of shampoo from my hair, a familiar tingling sensation peppered my skin, stealing my breath away with its intensity. And my kitty…yeah, it went up in flames. Quinn. Normally, my first instinct would have been to freak out and cover up if I knew someone was watching me in the shower. However, knowing it was Quinn brought on an entirely different response. My breath caught, and a wonderful, erotic chill shot up my spine. A deep aching need sent a rush of moisture pooling between my thighs, hardening my nipples, setting my skin ablaze. My body reacted to his presence before my mind even registered he was there. It was clear my flesh needed him as much as the rest of me. I turned to see Quinn standing in the doorway. His eyes were dark and hungry as he took in the sight of me naked and wet. His chest moved up and down, each heady breath heavier than the last. His expression was one of extreme hunger and I wanted nothing more than for him to come at me hard and ravish every inch of me with his hands, his mouth. Flashes of my shower fantasy raced through my mind. I longed for him to cast away his decision to refrain from touching me and climb into the shower, bringing my daydream to life. I stepped forward, placing one hand on the foggy glass. It was an invitation. Come to me, it said. I need you. I want you. My body cried out, dying for his touch. My mind screamed the words I couldn’t say out loud. I’m desperate for you. I want you in me. Touch. Take. Fill. I’m yours, eternally. Quinn strode forward, his sapphire eyes locked with mine, until he stood just before me. He placed his hand over mine, nothing but a thin pane of glass between us. Silence and longing filled the room. The intensity of it threatened to shatter not only the glass, but also me along with it. The raw look of desire in his eyes...
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Jul
11

Sunday Snippets #16

Sunday Snippets #16 From Dark Succession by Teresa D’Amario. Meeting his mate hadn’t exactly been on today’s agenda. He wasn’t sure how to proceed. Just like their wolf cousins, shewolves chose their mates, despite the rare paring of True Mates. And like the wolves, they usually chose the strongest in a pack. But it wasn’t always the case. Sometimes, they chose entirely by their heart. That’s what scared him. Ryland didn’t know how to court a female. They’d always come running to him. And since none of those females had managed to touch it, he was sure he didn’t have a heart. To make matters worse, females didn’t recognize the True Mate bond in the beginning. Not like the males did. The females tended to assume other more mundane events were taking place, like their bodies taking over and going into heat. Telling her they were True Mates would resolve everything. She’d understand and know she had no choice. Or would she? He ground his teeth. That would be the easy way out. As appealing as that seemed, he wanted her to accept him for himself, not because some deep-seated instinct demanded it. He inhaled and strode to the dresser. She would need something to sleep in. He grabbed a T-shirt. His. Not Joshua’s. He sniffed it. Clean. Ryland lifted his shirt and rubbed the soft cotton cloth over his chest and stomach as he strode into his bathroom. The fabric swept across his heated flesh, and he closed his eyes. Would her hands feel this delicate? He grimaced. Now wasn’t the time to let his own desires play with his head. Fisting the cotton t-shirt, he dug through a drawer until he found a new toothbrush, and a few other odds and ends. Returning to Joshua’s room, he found Nora sniffing near the closet door, her nose wrinkled in distaste. God, he hoped his brother hadn’t left anything incriminating in there. It was bad enough he’d not cleaned the room out already, but now his mate was nosing around inside. “Here, something to sleep in.” He handed her the shirt and toiletries and...
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