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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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Jul
4

Sunday Snippets #15

Sunday Snippets #15 From Midnight Awakening by Lara Adrian. “You say you don’t play games, but you’re a master at it, Tegan. In fact, I think you’ve been playing at them for so long you can’t remember how to be real anymore.” He was hardly aware of this own movements as he whirled back on her with a furious roar. Distance closed in fractional seconds — a blink of time between the moment he’d been turned away from Elise and the next, when he was bearing down on her like a train in motion, pushing her with both the force of his will and his body until they both slammed up against the closed door. He pinned her there, between the hard, unyielding length of him and the thick plank of oak at her back. “Is this real enough for you, sweetheart?” He hissed the words at her, his lips curled back from his fangs. Desire had him livid, fully transformed into the savage side of his nature. With a growl, he bent his head and took her mouth in a hot, demanding...
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Jun
27

Sunday Snippets #14

Sunday Snippets #14 From Wicked Enchantment by Anya Bast. He couldn’t taste her on his tongue anymore and he missed her flavor, so hot and sweet. It was easily addictive. His fingers curled as he fought the desire to stroke that small, pouting bud, and he wondered how hot and bothered he could make her in her sleep. She was gorgeous all of the time, but when she was aroused… then she became irresistible. Would she wake up moaning for him, spreading her thighs so he could sink his cock deep into her heat? Placing his hand to the inside of her knee, he slowly moved upward. As he suspected, she opened like a flower for the sun. Unable to resist, he dragged his fingers over her heated sex, exploring her damp softness. Before he did something he would regret–like wake her from the deep healing sleep she needed so badly–he rolled away from her, stood, and rubbed his hand over his face. Gazing back at her, he wrapped his hand around his aching cock and stroked from base to tip. He tipped his head back on a groan of frustration. She would be his in every sense of the word. He just needed to be patient. Aislinn didn’t know it yet, but he planned to act out with her every one of the erotic acts that crowded his...
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Jun
20

Sunday Snippets #13

Sunday Snippets #13 From Magic Bleeds by Ilona Andrews. Thirty minutes later we screeched to a halt before my apartment building. I jumped out into the snow, Slayer in hand. Saiman lunged into the driver’s seat. The wheels spun, spraying snowflakes. I jumped back. The car reversed, rolling over the spot where my feet were half a second earlier, and sped into the night. He almost ran me over. Coward. Let’s have a partnership, Kate. I offer honesty, Kate. I don’t have to outrun the Beast Lord I just pissed off, Kate. I only have to outrun you and hit you with my car as I hightail it out of here. The dogs down the street exploded with frantic barking. Speak of the devil… I needed to attract His Majesty’s attention and take this off the street. In the open, he could take a running start and bulldoze over me. In my apartment, he’d have a harder time maneuvering and I’d have the home turf advantage. I hiked up my dress and ran into the building, taking the stairs two at a time. It took me three precious seconds to get the door open. I burst inside, dropped the sword, ran to the living room window, and slid it open. A thick grate of steel and silver bars guarded my window. I grabbed the two handles and twisted. The lock snapped open. The grate swung to the left and I saw him, a nightmarish beast charging up the roofs across the street, like a demon caught between the black sky and the white snow. Dear God. He saw me and changed direction in midleap. That’s right. Come let me kiss you with my fist,...
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Jun
13

Sunday Snippets #12

Sunday Snippets #12 From Slave to Sensation by Nalini Singh. She made an annoyed sound and sat up on her knees. “Why are you talking?” He folded his arms behind his head, delighted by the sight of her lush breasts displayed so beautifully for him.  He liked this dream. Even the panther was pleased. “Don’t you want me to?” He made it a temptation. “Well…” She frowned. “The whole point is to taste you… I guess you’d never be silent in bed.”  “You’re right.” He watched her watch him. Her eyes held such pure heat that he felt branded. The alpha in him wanted to reach out and tangle his fingers in the shadowed triangle of curls exposed by her kneeling position, but he was wary of shattering this strange dream. “Can I?” She ran her fingers along the markings on his face, her lower lip caught between her teeth. “Do you feel my touch?” He wanted to bite down on that sexy mouth she was teasing him with. “Every stroke.” The markings were highly sensitive and he was very, very choosy about who he let touch them. “I’ve been wanting to stroke them since we first met.” With a sigh, she leaned down to place a row of kisses along the jagged lines. The deep rumble of his purr seemed to startle her but it wasn’t a bad kind of startlement–he felt her nipples harden against his chest. After exploring his face to her satisfaction, she sat back up, raking her nails gently down his chest. “Harder, kitten. I won’t...
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Jun
6

Sunday Snippets #11

Sunday Snippets #11 From Dream Chaser by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Xypher jerked her toward Jesse. “Both of you stay back.” Simone wasn’t about to argue given the size of the creature headed toward them and the fact that his skin appeared to be boiling and smoking. He was dressed in a flowing black cape that obscured everything but those creepy red eyes. He went for Xypher so fast, she could barely see it. The two of them tore into each other. Xypher flipped the demon, who rolled and shot a blast of fire at him. He deflected the fire, then flung his hand out as if to return it to Smokey the Demon. It didn’t work. The demon laughed. “Poor Xypher. Having trouble?” “At kicking your ass, Kaiaphas? Never.” The cloak vanished. In the darkness, the demon’s boiling skin articulated into something that looked like leather. His face mutated into that of a gargoyle while the cotton of his clothes turned into sleek black armor that clung close to the muscular contours of his body. Still those eyes glowed like bright embers from a fire. Kaiaphas pulled out a short sword and twirled it around his body before he lunged at Xypher who sidestepped the blade. A silver vambrace appeared on the arm that wasn’t wearing the bracelet. Xypher used it to twist the blade out of the demon’s hand. But before he could capture it, Kaiaphas caught it in his left hand and stabbed at him again. Spinning around, Xypher shoved the demon. Kaiaphas staggered, then caught himself. Kaiaphas laughed. “You’ve improved.” “Yeah, little boys grow up eventually.” Xypher kicked at him, but Kaiaphas caught his leg and snatched it up. Xypher turned a midair somersault to land on his feet. He ran at the demon and caught him about the waist. They fell back, still fighting. Simone wanted to run, but remembered that so long as she wore the bracelet she couldn’t go far without killing them both. “Find a weapon,” she whispered loudly to Jesse as she started looking around for a tree limb or something she could use to help Xypher beat back the...
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May
30

Sunday Snippets #10

Sunday Snippets #10 From “A Christmas Kiss” in the anthology Hot for the Holidays by Lora Leigh. He breathed in slowly, deeply. “You’re my mate, Jessica. We both know what that means. I’ve tried to stay away from you. I’ve tried to wait until the time was right to court you, to give you a chance to accept what it means.” “Time?” She gave a hard, bitter laugh. “I was jailed, Hawke. You didn’t even visit. I’ve rarely seen you since my release. Perhaps you need to figure out exactly what it means to court a woman before you decide to do it.” His jaw tightened, the muscle bunching almost violently as she watched him clench his teeth. “I would have given us more time.” He seemed to push the words past his throat. “Before I began to court you, I wanted to ensure your protection, your safety. And your freedom.” He bit the last work out almost angrily. “I wanted you to choose me. I didn’t want to force the heat.” “And that’s changed. Why?” She almost softened at the words, at the need she could see in his eyes and the fact that, unlike the circumstances of other mates, hers had tried to give her a choice, a chance to turn her back on it if it wasn’t what she...
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