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Sunday Snippet: Slade, Team Greywolf Book 1 by Eva Gordon

Sunday Snippet: Slade, Team Greywolf Book 1 by Eva Gordon  About the Book Slade    Author:  Eva Gordon Publisher:   Eva Gordon Released:  January 22, 2016 Series:   Team Greywolf series #1 Genre:  Paranormal Romance/Suspense Author contact links:   Amazon Author Page, Facebook, Newsletter, Pinterest, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo Snippet Before Warner shot him with the tranquilizer, Slade grabbed the doctor and threw him into the chamber. Warner hit the wall with a loud thud. He whimpered and cowered in the corner, no doubt fearing his patient would rip his throat out if he moved. I won’t say I told you so. Cricket’s hackles rose, her fangs extended and she growled, but waited for Rylee’s orders. Rylee stepped closer to him. “Stand down, Prince Slade.” Her claws extended. With manic strength, Slade grabbed Rylee by the shoulders and shoved her into the chamber with Warner, then slammed the door shut. Cricket dove for the dart gun and shot him in the arm. In a flash, he lunged at her, and she landed on her back with a thud, the wind knocked out of her lungs. Oof. Stunned as if knocked down by a charging rhino, she dropped the weapon. Out of her reach. Mad Prince Slade held her down. Each of his massive hands shackled her wrists. Fuck. Cricket twisted and kicked, but the hulky man trapped her as if a granite statue had fallen on her. She growled. Not smart. She should whimper like a cub, but not at the cost of her pride. Rylee banged against the glass. “Harm her and you’re dead.” Slade held Cricket down and studied her. “How did you survive the change when many alphas do not?” Prince Slade’s green eyes penetrated her. His strong alpha mind compelled her to obey and answer. Cricket fought against his alpha mind control. How dare he intimidate her? Still, physically and politically the alpha maintained all-encompassing superiority. She gulped. “To be honest, I was too stubborn to die.” “Even now, as I hold you down, you do not surrender to death?” “No.” She closed her eyes, awaiting his lethal bite. Slade released her, and moved away. He sat on the chair and pressed his hand over his forehead. “Let them out. I’ll try to cooperate, while my wolf is calm.” Cricket leapt up and opened the door. Rylee and Dr. Warner cautiously stepped out. Cricket looked back at the prince. He covered his large hands over his face as if despondent. His sadness...
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Sep
25

Sunday Snippet: Gilt Hollow by Lorie Langdon

Sunday Snippet: Gilt Hollow by Lorie Langdon  About the Book Gilt Hollow    Author:  Lorie Langdon Publisher:   Blink Released:  September 27, 2016 Genre:  Young Adult (Romantic Thriller) Author contact links:  Facebook, Goodreads, Instagram, Twitter,  Website Purchase links:  Amazon, B & N, Books-a-Million REVIEW Snippet Grabbing Ashton’s hand, Willow tugged him through the door, shut it behind her, and led him to the farthest corner of the dim living room. A rush of electricity traveled up her arm and flared in her belly as she registered that his strong, warm fingers had closed over hers. She stopped in front of the empty hearth and yanked her hand away, spinning to face him. Ashton’s closed lips quirked up on one side, but the expression didn’t reach his eyes. “I had no idea you’d be so happy to see me.” “Lower your voice,” Willow hissed as she glanced at the ceiling and then back to him. But she had to readjust the angle of her gaze to account for his height. How had he gotten so . . . large? She’d grown maybe an inch or two, but it was like he’d doubled in size in four years. “Like I said,” he continued in his deep rumble, “I came to talk to your mom.” “Well, she doesn’t want to talk to you.” Ashton’s jaw flexed and Willow bit her lip, wishing she could take back the tone of her words. What was it about him that brought out this thoughtless aggression? “I mean . . . um . . .” Ashton pushed out a sigh, strode past her to the mini bar, and drew a glass of water from the faucet. Willow watched him, how comfortable he seemed, like he belonged in this rambling old mansion. Because he did. He’d been born into a life of wealth and privilege that she could only imagine. The Kellers had been like Gilt Hollow royalty—until that fateful night when one boy’s actions toppled them from their pedestal with a resounding crash. After downing a second glass, he turned and leaned against the granite counter, crossing his arms and ankles in front of him. “I have a parole officer visit tomorrow, and it would be best if I’m not homeless. I’m trying to do the right thing by asking for your mom’s permission to stay here . . . just for a few days.” “That’s going to be difficult since she kind of forbade me to see you.” Willow slumped into one of the leather chairs by the hearth. “Why?” His brows shot up, and then he pinched the bridge of...
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Sep
18

Sunday Snippet: Days of You and Me by Tawdra Kandle

Sunday Snippet: Days of You and Me by Tawdra Kandle  About the Book Days of You and Me    Author:  Tawdra Kandle Publisher:   EverAfter Released:  September 27, 2016 Series:   Keeping Score #3 Genre:  New Adult Contemporary Romance (Sports Romance) Author contact links:   Facebook, Instagram, Newsletter, Pinterest, Tumblr, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Goodreads, Google, iBooks, Kobo, Nook Snippet “You look like you’re deep in contemplation.” Quinn came into the room wearing hot pink yoga pants and a loose tank. My body went on full alert. “Penny for your thoughts.” “Sorry, inflation.” I patted the cushion next to me. “I can’t take anything less than a quarter.” She hesitated only a moment before she sat down just beyond the reach of my hand. “Oooooh, too rich for my blood. Is there a friends and family discount?” “Depends. Which one are you?” I scooted a little closer. She cocked an eyebrow at me. “Definitely not family. But I thought knowing you since we were in utero would let me qualify as a friend, at least.” I reached toward her bare arm and ran one finger from her shoulder to her wrist. “At the very least. Isn’t there another category? How about . . . friends who are more than friends, and who I hope will be family?” Her eyes went soft, and she shivered at my touch. “Family? Does that mean you want me to be like . . . your sister?” I laughed. “I don’t think so. The feelings I have for you . . .” I cupped her wrist and slid my hand down until our palms were pressed together. “ . . . aren’t really sisterly. And they go beyond friendly, although you’ll always be my best friend. Forever.” “Forever,” Quinn echoed. “So are you going to tell me what you were thinking about here, before I came in and interrupted you?” I shrugged. “If I’m being honest, like we promised we would be . . . I was wondering how long until you come back to the East Coast.” She laid her head against the back of the couch. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that, too.” “And have you come up with any answers?” I tightened my hold on her hand. “Maybe.” She glanced at me from under her eyelashes. “Since the book’s being published under a small press, at least initially, it’s coming out pretty quickly. The release party is in three weeks. I know Kara and Allan would understand if I left before then, but I also...
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Sep
11

Sunday Snippet: At Last by Melissa Schroeder

Sunday Snippet: At Last by Melissa Schroeder  About the Book At Last    Author:  Melissa Schroeder Publisher:   Harmless Publishing Released:  October 18, 2016 Series:   The Fitzpatricks #1 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Blog, Facebook, Instagram, Newsletter, Pinterest, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Coming Soon Snippet Aeden Fitzpatrick rushed out of the train and through the milling crowd. Too many damned people at the airport.  It figures she would leave the weekend everyone else decided they needed to go on one final fling with summer. Worse, he was running late because he had gone to the wrong f’ing airport. Now, he had a one-way ticket to Boston he didn’t need. His phone vibrated. When he saw his sister’s face on the screen, he wanted to growl. “Where are you?” Kaitlin asked. “I’m busy.” There was a pause. Of course there was. She was either going to start crying or barfing. He wasn’t sure which one, but that is all she had been doing since she found out she was pregnant. “You’re supposed to be here to say goodbye to the Santinis.” Dammit. He forgot he was supposed to be at a brunch with her new in-laws. “Is Wendy there?” he asked hoping the woman in question had changed her mind. “No. She’s waiting at the gate.” Dammit. Life never did go right when it came to that woman. Couldn’t she be late once and miss her flight? At least she could have been standing in security. “Listen, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Before she could say anything, he turned off his phone. He scanned the departures and found her flight. He had less than 25 minutes to make it to her. He jogged past families and irritated businessmen as he hurried down the long hallways. Aeden was out of breath by the time he made it to the end of terminal. He scanned the throngs of people and his heart started to sink. Anger and disappointment weighed heavy on his shoulders. Dammit, he couldn’t have missed her. Then, a flash of a blonde ponytail caught his attention and the heaviness on his soul dissolved. She was third in line. His family had always said he was loud, so he shouted her name. She turned in his direction and her mouth hung open. He didn’t wait. He strode forward and people seemed to get out of his way. Still, she didn’t move. It was if she were glued to the floor. When he reached her, he...
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Sep
4

Sunday Snippet: Harsh Gods by Michelle Belanger

Sunday Snippet: Harsh Gods by Michelle Belanger  About the Book Harsh Gods    Author:  Michelle Belanger Publisher:   Titan Books Released:  August 30, 2016 Series:   Shadowside #2 Genre:  Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Author contact links:   Facebook, Twitter Purchase links:  Amazon, Signed Copy Snippet The lofty wall of the cemetery on my left began shrinking to meet the sidewalk again. About thirty feet ahead, it gave way once more to an eight-foot fence of lichened concrete. In the distance, the traffic light across from the Mayfield entrance blinked lazily in the frigid night. I didn’t notice the people until they were right on top of me – – literally. There was scrabbling from high above, and then a tattered figure jumped down from the cemetery wall. She hit the sidewalk and rolled to her feet directly in my path. She was followed by a man who dropped with his full weight onto my back. He draped himself over my shoulders, wrapping his arms around my throat. I stumbled beneath the sudden burden, but managed not to fall. “What the f**k?” I gasped. Power leapt to my fingers and I reached up to twist the guy off of me. The angle was wrong, and he clung with a strength that nearly matched my own – – a strength that wasn’t properly human. “Choke him, kill him, make him bleed!” the woman sang in a ragged voice. She circled warily, and the amber glow of the blinking traffic light caught the glint of a blade in her hand. Long, slender, and serrated on one side, it looked like a fishing knife — meant for scales, but it would cut flesh just as well. “Get off me!” I snarled. Straining to keep the man from locking his arms round my throat, I seized both of his wrists. With a sharp pivot, I smashed him into the wall. His shoulder hit the stones with bone-jarring force. It did nothing to slacken his grip. “Hands to take. Eyes to see!” He spat the words wetly against my ear. More of Whisper Man’s crazed vagrants. Great. These were probably the ones who’d gotten away. I wondered if they’d doubled back, and how long they had been following me. Stupid of me not to check. “Hold him! Hold him!” she cried. “He can’t know. He can’t see. Not this one. Master says he sings the names!” While I struggled with her companion, the woman darted forward. She held the blade low, and if I didn’t get out of its...
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Aug
28

Sunday Snippet: A Santini’s Heart by Melissa Schroeder

Sunday Snippet: A Santini’s Heart by Melissa Schroeder  About the Book A Santini’s Heart    Author:  Melissa Schroeder Publisher:   Harmless Publishing Released:  August 30, 2016 Series:   The Santinis #10 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Blog, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Twitter, Website Purchase links: Here Snippet “Santini?” “Out here,” he said, just loud enough for her to hear. She followed the sound of his voice to the back porch. When she caught sight of him, she stopped and stared. The heat of the day had apparently gotten to him also. He stood on the porch, holding a bucket of water, but that was not the part that had captured her attention. He had no shirt on. The man was trying to kill her. She had seen him without his shirt before, but this was different. Sweat glistened on his back as he lifted the bucket high above his head and tipped it over. Water sluiced over his sculpted muscles. Holy Magic Mike. He turned and shot a smile over his shoulder. Life was not fair. Or someone up in heaven had a sick sense of humor. “I can fill a bucket for you too.” There was no mistaking that flirtatious tone. Okay, that was taking it too far. The man knew what he did to women. Standing there wet, dripping with sensuality and almost nakedness, there was no way he didn’t know how sexy he was. She would not show it. She was good at hiding her feelings, and she could do it now. “I think I’ll pass.” “You know you want to. It was a bitch of a day.” “And a storm’s about to hit.” A clap of thunder sounded overhead, as if on cue. He laughed and stepped closer. She should have known what he intended to do, but her brain was still on the fritz from seeing him go all Channing Tatum on her. He grabbed her hand and yanked her out of the house and onto the porch just as the sky opened up. Rain poured down on them. “One of these days, I am going to kill you,” she shouted over the rain. “I’d like to see you try.” She snorted. It was insane. They were both standing there in the rain, as if nothing else was going on. “We need to get inside.” “Yeah, got any towels?” she asked. He pointed at the table. They were soaked from the downpour. “Brilliant, Santini.” “How was I supposed to know?” “The thunder, the clouds?” He shrugged...
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Aug
21

Sunday Snippet: All the Wounds in Shadow by Anise Eden

Sunday Snippet: All the Wounds in Shadow by Anise Eden  About the Book All the Wounds in Shadow    Author:  Anise Eden Publisher:  Diversion Books Released:  August 23, 2016 Series:   The Healing Edge #2 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Google, IndieBound, iTunes, Kobo Snippet His features grew soft with affection. “You never stop surprising me, Cate.” I felt my cheeks redden again. It was time to change the subject. “Let’s talk about something nonserious for a change. It sounds like it’s going to be all serious all the time once we get where we’re going.” “Good point. Let’s shorten the road. What would you like to talk about?” Suddenly, I couldn’t think of anything but the mission, which I knew we couldn’t discuss further until we arrived. I racked my brain. “Twenty Questions is kind of a road-trip game, isn’t it?” “Hmm.” For the first time that morning, he appeared upbeat. “I should warn you, I’m really good at that game.” At the prospect of playing a normal, lighthearted game with Ben, happiness flitted through me like a tiny fish. Still, I shook my head at his overconfidence. “Is there anything you aren’t good at?” “Plenty of things,” he said, “but absolutely no advantage will accrue to me if I tell you what they are.” A smile played across his lips. “Ladies first.” We played a few rounds. It was obvious that we were trying to make it easy for one another. I was pleasantly surprised to find that Ben took the same approach to games that I did—that their purpose was fun, not serious competition. Still, after I guessed his Jaguar in eight questions and he guessed Vani in six, it was starting to get a bit ridiculous. I glanced around for inspiration. It wasn’t hard to find. “Okay, I have something. Go ahead.” “Animal, vegetable, or mineral?” “Mineral.” “Is it your ring?” My mouth fell open. “You know, being telepathic is the kind of thing you’re supposed to disclose to the person you’re dating!” “Not telepathic, just observant.” He nodded at my hand. “You looked down at your ring right before you said you had something.” I gave him a lengthy glare. Then I put some real thought into my next answer. “Okay, ready.” “Animal, vegetable, or mineral?” “Animal.” “Is it bigger than a breadbox?” “Yes.” Ben glanced in the rear view mirror, presumably to make sure that Vani was asleep and Asa and Eve still had their headsets on. Then he asked,...
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Aug
14

Sunday Snippet: Oria’s Gambit by Jeffe Kennedy

Sunday Snippet: Oria’s Gambit by Jeffe Kennedy  About the Book Oria’s Gambit    Author:  Jeffe Kennedy Publisher:   Self-published Released:  August 27, 2016 Series:   Sorcerous Moons #2 Genre:  Fantasy Author contact links:   Jeffe can be found online at her website: JeffeKennedy.com, every Sunday at the popular SFF Seveen Blog, on Facebook, on Goodreads and pretty much constantly on Twitter @jeffekennedy. REVIEW TO COME Snippet “What do you know about hwil?” She sounded, and felt, stiff. “Juli told me some, last night when I brought you here.” “Juli shouldn’t have—” “Juli realizes that I’m going to need to know some of these things that you think to withhold from me. This is an important aspect of your life—and of any possibility that we’ll be able to touch each other—so I think it’s obviously valuable for me to be aware of its properties.” “Understanding hwil won’t change anything, Lonen.” She realized she’d clenched her hands into fists by the bite of her nails into her palms. “I can’t just learn to bear someone else’s touch.” “How do you know—have you ever tried?” “What I’ve tried is to explain that I haven’t had much opportunity to practice any of this!” “Don’t get all huffy with me.” He pushed a few pillows into a better position and leaned back against them, stretching lazily and then putting his hands behind his neck, displaying his furred chest to excellent effect. “Tell me what hwil feels like.” “How am I supposed to do that?” “First of all, relax. We’re just having a conversation.” “In bed.” Practically naked. His smile stretched across his face as lazily as the rest. “A good place for it. How about this—do you have a hair brush?” “Why?” “Your braids are all messed up and it looks uncomfortable. Maybe you’ll feel better if I take them down for you.” “You’re obsessed with my hair.” Though the snarled things were pulling uncomfortably. He shrugged a little, gray eyes dancing with that mischief that sparked in blue stars from him. “I can’t deny it. Get your hair brush, Oria.” She huffed out an impatient sigh, but got out of bed to retrieve the thing—though taking a moment to tie the neckline of her undergarment closed. The man was as relentless as Chuffta chewing a bone. “Hey!” “You know you are. Speaking of, have you hunted recently?” “Want some alone time with the new mate, huh? I can do that.” The derkesthai stretched his wings, yawned mightily, then took off out the open terrace...
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Aug
7

Sunday Snippet: Need You Now by Mika Jolie

Sunday Snippet: Need You Now by Mika Jolie  About the Book Need You Now Author:  Mika Jolie Released:  September 9, 2015 Series:   Martha’s Way #2 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Purchase links: Amazon | iBooks | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | International Options | Goodreads Snippet Loneliness, fear, the fact that she was about to walk away from the man she loved, all plagued her mind. He reached and grasped her hand, automatically their fingers entwined. “You said things have changed.” His voice was low and raw. She nodded. A painful silence settled between them. “What do you want from me? From us?” She met his gaze briefly and then looked away. “You race cars.” The words were spoken so softly, so out of the blue. She turned her attention to Adam. He sat, watching her, waiting. “It scares me.” She gave him a small smile, as surprised by this revelation as his expression said he was. “It’s dangerous.” In the dimly lit room, she saw something flicker in his eyes. Annoyance. Anger. She wasn’t sure. “Life is dangerous,” he responded. “You either live it or let the unknown cripple you. I chose to live.” “But you could die. Look what happened to Sean Edwards, Allan Simonsen.” She named a few race car drivers who’d died recently. He leaned forward, his elbows on the table. “Everyone dies, Lily.” There was emptiness in his voice she’d never noticed before. As if he were numb. “I live for now.” She shook her head. “I need more, Adam. I need stability and tame.” He sat back. “Tame,” he repeated. “You’re not tame,” she said sadly. “You can never be tamed.” He brushed a hand over his jaw and let out a breath. “You want boring.” Silence. He pushed his chair back, came to his full height and extended his hand to her. Puzzled, she looked at him. “I’ll walk you out.” With a slight lip press, she absorbed the unexpected shock of disappointment and lowered her head to keep it from reflecting on her face. What did she expect? For him to fight for them, or even worse, try to convince her to stay. “I want you, Liliana,” Adam admitted, his voice very quiet. “When I touch you, I melt. When I think of you touching me, I lose myself.” Life needed to go easy on her. It just wasn’t right for him to tell her things like that. To utter words as if she were the love of his life while he was breaking...
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Jul
31

Sunday Snippet: Lonen’s War by Jeffe Kennedy

Sunday Snippet: Lonen’s War by Jeffe Kennedy  About the Book Lonen’s War    Author:  Jeffe Kennedy Publisher:   Self-published Released:  July 19, 2019 Series:   Sorcerous Moons #1 Genre:  Fantasy Romance Author contact links:  Jeffe can be found online at her website: JeffeKennedy.com, every Sunday at the popular SFF Seven blog, on Facebook, on Goodreads and pretty much constantly on Twitter @jeffekennedy. REVIEW (Coming soon) Snippet Lonen had seen many strange things in the past weeks. Impossible magic and horrific deaths that would take him years to purge from his nightmares, if he ever could. If he lived that long. The sight of the woman in the window hit him with enough force to unbalance him. Through the blood-drenched night, he’d kept focus on one kill after the next and only on that, much the way he’d climbed the wall, except that he slit the throats of defenseless women, one after another, instead of reaching for holds. They died so easily, seeming oblivious to his approach, focusing their placid attention outward to the battle where the booming assault of the sorcerers diminished and ceased as their sisters succumbed to the blades of Lonen and his men. The fact that they didn’t fight back, that they remained so vulnerable, sickened him, each death layering on unclean guilt that he’d ignored until the vision of the woman in the window knifed into him like an unseen blade. Maybe it was because her fair coloring was so much like the first woman he’d killed. After that one, he hadn’t looked at their faces, taking the dispensation offered by their featureless masks. For whatever reason, the sight of her gripped him, standing in the open window, illuminated by candlelight in an otherwise dark tower that rose from a deep abyss. Her hair shone a copper color he’d never seen on a living being, like a hammered metal cloak that shifted with her startled movements. She put a hand to her throat, eyes dark in her fine-boned face. A creature from children’s tales perched beside her, staring at him intently. He would have thought it a statue carved from alabaster, but it swiveled its head on its neck to look at the woman, then back to him. Lonen had seen illustrations of dragons in his boyhood books, but they’d been huge and…fictional. This thing looked very like those, only smaller—maybe as long as his forearm, not counting the tail. All white, it shimmered in the bright torchlight from the walls much as the woman’s hair did. It sat on its haunches,...
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