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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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May
23

WE LOVE GENA WEEK – Day #4 / Sunday Snippets #9

WE LOVE GENA WEEK – Day #4 / Sunday Snippets #9 This week’s Snippets is in honor of WE LOVE GENA WEEK. This is from the upcoming book, to be released on Tuesday May 25, 2010.  There is no giveaway today, however you still have time to go back and enter for the earlier books.  And check back tomorrow at both my and Bell’s blogs for our reviews of The Darkest Passion and another book giveaway. From The Darkest Passion by Gena Showalter. “Who are you?” His fingers wrapped around one of her fragile wrists-mmm, warm, smooth skin-and anchored it to a bedpost with the tie. He repeated the action with her other wrist. Not once did she protest. It was as if she’d expected-and already accepted-that she would receive such treatment. “My name is Olivia.” Olivia. A pretty name. Fitting. Delicate. Actually, the only thing that wasn’t delicate about her was her voice. Layer after layer of… what was that? The only word he could think to describe it was honesty, and so much drifted from her, he was knocked backward. That voice had never told a lie, he would bet. It couldn’t have. “What are you doing here, Olivia?” “I’m here… I’m here for you.” Again, that truth… it was a force that flowed into his ears, through his body, and sent him staggering. There wasn’t room for doubts. Not a single one. He was simply compelled to believe her. Sabin, keeper of Doubt, would have loved her. Nothing pleased the warrior’s demon more than tearing down another’s confidence. “Are you Bait?” “No.” Again, he believed her; he had no choice. “Are you here to kill me?” He straightened and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at her, waiting. He knew how fierce he looked, but again, she didn’t react as females usually did: trembling, cowering, crying. She fluttered her long, black lashes at him, seemingly hurt that he’d maligned her character. “No, of course not.” She paused. “Well, not anymore.” Not anymore? “So. At one time, you meant to slay me?” “I was once sent to do so, yes.” Such honesty… “By whom?” “At first, I was sent by the One True Deity to merely watch you. I didn’t mean to scare your little friend away. I was only trying to do my job.” Fresh tears filled her eyes, turning those beautiful blue irises into pools of remorse. No softening. “Who is the One True Deity?” Pure love lit her expression, momentarily chasing away that...
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May
16

Sunday Snippets #8

Sunday Snippets #8 From The Brass Bed by Jennifer Stevenson. She stood in the staff room, pointer in hand. Clay posed naked before the whiteboard while she pointed at the crinkly laugh-at-you eyes, the smug pouty mouth, the shaggy blond bangs that screamed I don’t have a job. He didn’t get it. He smirked and made Mr. Buff poses. Nobody was listening anyway. Except the hunk at the back. I must be dreaming. No buff guys ever came within a thousand miles of the Department of Consumer Services. She looked across the conference table at the hunk’s unbelievably beefy shoulders and the set of his noble head, like the head of a particularly elegant horse, all dark masculine strength and grace. He looked right at her. I’m definitely dreaming. With all the perky size-five investigators in the room, he was looking at a six-foot, size-eighteen, dairy-farmer’s daughter? He’d be wasted on the size fives. Here was a man big enough for her. He stood up and beckoned to her. Man, oh man, was he big. The size fives disappeared, along with the Supervisors in Charge of Talking Slowly at Meetings and the doughnuts and coffee. Good thing, because he was reaching across the table and dragging her by the shoulders into his arms. She was startled at how warm and real his hands felt on her shoulders. In a dream you expect something vague. Nothing vague about his kiss. Masterful and hot, and yet his lips were cushiony. She reveled in the dream kiss, letter her back melt against him, letter herself droop across the conference table as if her bodice were being ripped away by a medieval knight, a hunky, half-naked medieval knight who kneaded her bare breast with strong, hot hands, oh man, oh man! “Where did you come from?” she murmured when his mouth lifted from hers. “1811,” he said, which she could have told him wasn’t medieval at all, it was one of those dumb periods where America was almost at war over something so dumb nobody remembered anymore, and the clothes were awful. “Not that you need clothes,” she murmured. She reached over her head to stroke the veined curve of his pectoral muscle, silky smooth yet...
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May
9

Sunday Snippets #7

Sunday Snippets #7 From Lover Mine by J. R. Ward. Reaching out, he picked up one of the pillows and held it gently. Bringing it to his nose, he inhaled… and caught a stronger version of what he dreamed of every night: Xhex’s scent. His knees weakened and he went down like a stone through still water, collapsing by the side of the mattress. Burying his face into the softness, he drew her into him, her fragrance lingering like a memory, at once tangible and elusive. She had been here. Recently. He glanced at the bloodied sheets. The bloodied walls. He was too late. John’s face grew wet and he felt something drip off his chin, but he didn’t give a shit. He was consumed with the thought that he’d come so close to saving her… but just not arrived soon enough. The sob that breached his throat actually made a sound. – – – For all of her life, Xhex’s heart had not been prone to breaking. She’d long suspected that it was a result of her symphath side, a kind of congenital condition that hardened her about things that most females lost it over.  Turned out that was wrong, however.  As she stood beside John Matthew, and watched his huge body crumple down by the bed, the organ that beat behind her sternum shattered like a mirror. Nothing but shards. She was utterly and completely ruined as he cradled that pillow like it was a newborn, and in this moment of his utter despair, she would have done anything to ease his pain: Even though she had no idea why he felt the way he so clearly did, the reasons were unimportant. ————— Be sure to check out my giveaway… Rules and entry are found...
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May
2

Sunday Snippets #6

Sunday Snippets #6 From Riding the Storm by Sydney Croft. He had used his second sight briefly to study Rich, the way his black hair was shorter than Dev normally liked, but still long enough for him to twist in his fingers, the way his eyes were more light brown that chocolate… the way he was never going to compare to Dev’s memories. Nothing ever would. … “You’re the one who’s going to get f*cked tonight,” Dev had murmured, his hand holding firm to Rich’s biceps in a grip that showed there was no room for arguments. Or memories. Three in bed was too crowded. ————————- And don’t forget you have a chance to win this book and others at my 50 Follower Giveaway!!  Click HERE to...
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Apr
25

Sunday Snippets #5

Sunday Snippets #5 From Succubi Like It Hot by Jill Myles. My breath hitched in my throat. “When will I see you again?” “I don’t know.” He touched my cheek, then leaned in to give me a kiss. “I’d say that I could sneak away to see you, except that the queen will be having me watched, and I want to keep her away from you.” He stroked my hair, then softly said, “I think it’s a good idea if we don’t see each other for a while.” He was sacrificing himself for me, to keep me safe. My eyes burned with tears. “It’s not fair.” He wiped my cheek with his thumb gently. “It’s never fair in love and war, Jackie.” I laughed through my tears. “Is that what this is? Love and war?” “I know it’s love,” he said quietly. ————— And don’t forget my 50 Follower Giveaway. Click HERE to...
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Apr
18

Sunday Snippets #4

Sunday Snippets #4 From Dance With the Devil by Sherrilyn Kenyon. His life had been so unfair. She trailed her hand up his muscular arm, to bury it in his hair so that she could stroke his scalp. “Make love to me, Zarek. I can’t take away your past, but I can hold you now. I want to share my body with you, even if it’s only for a little while.” He pulled her forcefully against him and kissed her heatedly. She moaned, arching her back as he laid her back down on the floor. Astrid kicked her shoes off, then removed her pants and panties. She pulled her shirt off and unsnapped her bra. She should be embarrassed–she’d never stripped in front of anyone before. Never been naked while they were clothed. Yet she was not...
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Apr
11

Sunday Snippets #3

Sunday Snippets #3 This is one of my favorite scenes from any book… Mercy and Riley are an amazing pair! Sunday’s Snippets #3 From Branded by Fire by Nalini Singh. That was when the door opened. “Riley?” Of course she’d know he was there–she was a sentinel. And in some part of his soul, he’d counted on that. “Don’t ask me any questions tonight, Mercy.” He didn’t look at her, feeling vulnerable in a way that panicked his wolf. “All right.” Soft footsteps. “But would you like to come inside?” Wary of her agreement, but needing… something, he walked in. She took his hand, her golden eyes luminous in the dark. “Come on, wolf.” … Man and wolf both hungered for the simple beauty of her touch. He had no power, no will, to resist. Standing, he crossed the carpet to slide into bed beside her, fully dressed. And when her arms came around him, when her fingers stroked into his hair, he buried his face in the curve of her neck and let the unexpected tenderness heal the wounds of the night. Sometime before dawn, he...
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Apr
4

Sunday Snippets #2

Sunday Snippets #2 From Coyote’s Mate by Lora Leigh. Anya shook her head. It hadn’t been pain. It hadn’t hurt, not physically. Emotionally. The warmth she needed, the feel of him that she ached for physically, couldn’t overshadow the pain she felt inside. “I’m fine,” she said again. “Please excuse me, Del-Ray. I just need to shower. Maybe eat.” She gave him a false smile and edged to the door of her office. “Good night.” She opened the door, slipped inside the little room and nearly sank to the floor as her upper body spasmed with the need to sob. She was his mate, not his coya. Without the ceremony, she would never truly be his coya, his other half. She was just the woman he f**ked and nothing...
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