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Jun
19

Sunday Snippet: Death and Relaxation by Devon Monk

Sunday Snippet: Death and Relaxation by Devon Monk About the Book Death and Relaxation    Author:  Devon Monk Publisher:   Odd House Press Released:  June 20, 2016 Series:  Ordinary Magic Series #1 Genre:  Urban Fantasy Author contact links: book/author website : Facebook : Twitter Snippet There, at the back of the place, sat a man in black. Death, I presumed. He stared out the window at the forested hills that drew off into ever-rising blues of the distance, his face in profile to me. If I didn’t know what he was, if I couldn’t sense the power he carried, I would immediately know he wasn’t from around here. He was very thin, very pale, and sat very stiffly. Only the fingertips of his long hands rested on the edge of the table, like a piano player paused mid-song. His hair was black and meticulously trimmed. There wasn’t a wrinkle on a face that seemed to be so much older than it appeared. When he turned his eyes to me, they were gravestone black and devoid of humanity. It was like staring into an empty gallon bucket of ice cream: both sad and disconcerting. His gaze lowered to my shirt, and one eyebrow twitched ever so slightly. I crossed the room toward him. “Reed Daughter.” He spoke in a cultured accent. I swore the temperature in the room dipped by five degrees. “Join me.” I did so, settling down into the chair opposite him. Most gods didn’t like idle chitchat, so I got right down to brass tacks. “Thanatos. I am here because you have requested to vacation in Ordinary, Oregon.” It was formality, but words were a binding thing among deities, so words needed to be said. “That is correct.” “You understand that my family is the law in the town, and our word is the final justice.” “I understand.” I placed the envelope on the table. “You will fill out the paperwork with all true intent and honesty. If you agree to all that is written and required of you, you and I will both sign on the final page.” I slid it across to him. Only one finger moved. He stretched it out to press against the envelope and better position it. His eyes, those cold, cold eyes, remained on mine for an uncomfortably long time. “Do you enjoy telling the powerful what to do?” he asked coolly. His beautiful accent did that god-echo in my brain. Power was a noisy thing for me. My Dad had said it was...
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Jun
12

Sunday Snippet + Giveaway: Magic of the Gargoyles by Rebecca Chasten

Sunday Snippet + Giveaway: Magic of the Gargoyles by Rebecca Chasten  About the Book Magic of the Gargoyles    Author:  Rebecca Chastain Publisher:   Self-published Released:  October 20, 2014 Series:   Gargoyle Guardian Chronicles #1 Genre:  Fantasy Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Newsletter, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon US, Amazon Snippet With one last twist of a filament of earth magic, I fused together the delicate seams of the quartz tube. Slumping forward, I braced my elbows on the table and rested my cheekbones on my palms, cupping my weary eyes in darkness. Six down, six finicky tubes to go. The specifications of this project taxed my substantial skills with quartz magic, which was the point. This project would launch my business and prove that even though I was only a midlevel earth elemental, my quartz skills were equal to or better than more powerful full-spectrum elementals. These fussy tubes would fund the down payment on the lease for the shop I coveted in the Pinnacle Pentagon Center. I could finally quit my demeaning job at Jones and Sons Quarry, be my own boss, and begin a career creating one-of-a-kind quartz masterpieces I could take pride in. My entire future rested on these fragile vials, and they were due tomorrow at four. Dull pain pounded my back muscles. Night had crept over the city while I worked, and my jerky movements as I stood and stretched were reflected in the semicircle of bay windows in front of my worktable. Purple smears of exhaustion beneath my green eyes were exaggerated in the dark windows, and my pale face floated above a dirt-smeared navy shirt. I checked the clock: almost midnight. Sixteen hours until my deadline, and eight of those would be taken up by my Jones and Sons workday. There was no time for a break. If anything, I needed to work faster. Groaning, I redid my ponytail, tucking shorter wisps of strawberry-blond hair behind my ears before giving my hard wooden chair the stink eye. Mentally chanting, Pinnacle Pentagon, to motivate myself, I reached for another seed crystal. Frantic tapping shook the glass in the balcony door. I pulled the door open, knowing it was Kylie, my best friend and the tenant who shared my second-floor apartment balcony. “I really can’t talk. I need to finish—” “Help! Help! They’ve got—” Something small and hard slammed into my stomach. I staggered backward into my chair and crashed to the floor. A small boulder skipped across the wooden floor and smashed into the wall. “You’re...
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Jun
5

Sunday Snippet: The Pages of the Mind by Jeffe Kennedy

Sunday Snippet: The Pages of the Mind by Jeffe Kennedy  About the Book The Pages of the Mind    Author:  Jeffe Kennedy Publisher:   Kensington Publishing Released:  May 31, 2016 Series:   The Twelve Kingdoms #6/The Uncharted Realms #1 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Book Despository, iTunes, Kobo REVIEW Snippet Moving slowly, he took my hand and mimicked the motion, brushing his fingers lightly over my upraised palm. The sensation shivered through me and I caught my breath as my heart thudded and blood surged to the surface of my skin. “You okay?” Jepp asked without turning around. “Yes.” Except I wasn’t. I needed to think, something that became impossible when this man touched me. Nakoa flicked Jepp an irritated glance. He gestured to her and said something longer, using both my name and his. Still holding my one hand, he made encompassing circles with the other at the ceiling, sea, and me. It sounded very solemn. He finished by touching the garland still hanging around my neck, sadly crushed and wilted now. I wanted to say I didn’t understand, but I suspected I did, all too well. “What was all that?” I glanced at Jepp, who shifted impatiently from foot to foot. Nakoa tapped my cheek lightly, turning my gaze back to him. “Ayh,” he said sharply, shaking his head. He gestured to Jepp and said the sound again. “Ayh.” Then pointed back and forth between him and me. “Nakoa. Dafne.” “Please stay quiet unless I call you,” I told her, not taking my eyes off Nakoa. This felt much like negotiating with a predator intent on eating me if I made the wrong move. More wolves surrounding me. Or a dragon, stalking. I held up my hand, asking for his patience, and eased the other from his grip. Plucking a wilted petal from the garland, I pointed to the sea out the windows and moved the petal as if floating it on the waves. I set my finger on it, saying my name, showing the petal sailing to the palace. “Dafne came here on a ship to help you.” I showed him the petal sailing away again. “Dafne cannot stay.” I added a firm shake of my head. “Dafne must leave again.” Nakoa’s expression grew thunderous. He touched the garland, then laid a palm over my heart, pressing me against the bed. Speaking long and in a commanding tone accompanied by much head shaking, he made it clear that I would be going nowhere. I flinched...
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May
29

Sunday Snippet: A Courtroom of Ashes by C.S. Wilde

Sunday Snippet: A Courtroom of Ashes by C.S. Wilde  About the Book A Courtroom of Ashes    Author:  C.S. Wilde Publisher:   Self-published Released:  April 13, 2016 Genre:  Paranormal Adventure Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Goodreads Snippet Last week I had a mirror wall installed in my bedroom. Call me a narcissist, but watching myself full scale in a mirror feels pretty great. I can check the results of my Pilates classes and the effort is certainly paying off. Just look at those legs! I’m still getting used to the mirror, though. It doubles the size of my room, and although I love the fake sense of space, it seems overly…empty. Well, ‘lonely’ is the better word. This might sound weird, but sometimes I have the feeling of being watched from beyond the mirror, that it’s not just me and loneliness around. But it only lasts a second. Complete nonsense. I’m sure this will stop once Craig and I become more intimate and he starts coming over. Craig is a cute Wall Street broker I’ve been going out with—wait, just ‘cute’ isn’t right. Craig looks like a freaking Adonis, with perfectly defined muscles and a flowing black mane suited for a shampoo commercial. We’ve had two dates so far, but things are looking good. Not to sound like an obnoxious, self-absorbed ass, but I’ve earned the right to a guy like Craig, and the mirror wall, and my fancy apartment near Times Square. When you’re one of the biggest criminal lawyers in New York, you deserve the sweet cosmopolitan lifestyle that comes with the package. It’s not all fun and money, though. Last week, I won three pro bonos that made some families in need very happy. I didn’t get a dime, but that’s okay. Giving back to society is enough. A part of me wonders if that’s because I’ve wronged it so many times…but it doesn’t matter. No one cares. After checking out my perfectly Pilates-shaped body one last time, I drop over my bed. It’s been a hard day’s work, like any other. I spread my hands over the silky purple sheets, and my reflection does the same: that honey-eyed beauty with black hair tied into a long braid that cascades over her chest. Seeing myself in a T-shirt and sloppy shorts is unnatural, though. I spend so much time at the office that anything other than business clothes feels out of place. But something else is wrong… Something is off with my reflection. She stares...
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May
22

Sunday Snippet: Portrait of a Conspiracy by Donna Russo Morin

Sunday Snippet: Portrait of a Conspiracy by Donna Russo Morin  About the Book Portrait of a Conspiracy   Author:  Donna Russo Morin Publisher:   Diversion Books Released:  May 10, 2016 Series:   Da Vinci’s Disciples #1 Genre:  Historical Fiction Author contact links:   Twitter, Website Purchase links: Amazon, B&N, Books a Million, IndieBound Snippet Isabetta took her place again as artist. She began to draw the figures themselves. Natasia, standing at her wing, began to giggle, and the loveliness of it drew them all to the work.  Without guile or timidity, though Leonardo joined the group, or perhaps because he did, Isabetta allowed her strokes to pay particular attention to the formation of the men and their most manly parts.  As she turned her attention to one man, Fiammetta began to laugh.  “You do him far more justice than he deserves,” she chortled. “He has nothing near that kind of…wealth.”  The cackling was joyous. Viviana struck an incredulous pose, her eyes gleaming. “And just how would you know how deeply his pockets fall?”  The question only ignited more laughter. Fiammetta shrugged a shoulder with feigned though superior nonchalance, proclaiming the truth with the drama it deserved. “I saw it with my own eyes. In my own home!” With brows so high on her forehead, they almost reached her plucked hairline, Isabetta scoffed, “You and this man?” Everyone in the room knew who he was, who he used to be, for he was one of the first executed. Piero Felici was a diplomat of some sort, from the court of Urbino. He was very young, very thin, and very unimposing. The thought of him and Fiammetta, together, brought the most fanciful of images to mind. “Do not be silly, Isabetta. You really must get hold of your priapic thoughts,” Fiammetta quickly disavowed them of the ridiculous notion. “I actually walked in on him, and some woman, during a ball in my home.” She shook her head and tutted, “It was so rude.”  This time the women kept their giggles contained, for Fiammetta’s sake.  “Besides,” she leaned in and squinted, “if I were to forsake my vows to Patrizio, it would be with someone with much more to offer.” That did it, the gales returned. Isabetta began to draw again. As she gave life to another, a taller man this time, with a long, almost delicate face none recognized, she gave him the same bounty of certain parts as she had before, expecting a similar response. “Surely not!” Viviana squawked. With only her husband as a gauge, she found such abundance difficult to accept. If it was true, if a man could be built thusly, she was...
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May
15

Sunday Snippet: Tieryn’s Fury by Abigail Owen

Sunday Snippet: Tieryn’s Fury by Abigail Owen  About the Book Tieryn’s Fury    Author:  Abigail Owen Publisher:   The Wild Rose Press Released:  May 6, 2016 Series:   Shadowcat Nation #3 Genre:  Paranormal Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter, Website & Blog Purchase links:  Amazon REVIEW Snippet He stared at her for a long moment, hands hooked in his belt loops, eyes narrowed. She was prepared for him to say no, then he reached up to lift back his hair, exposing the scars where his ear should have been. The tense set of his shoulders told her he wouldn’t appreciate any overtures of sympathy. Instead, she gave a sharp nod. “Right. Let’s go.” He moved back into the shadows without checking if she followed. Tieryn hurried to catch up. She caught his sideways glance as she came alongside him. “Why were you hiding on the side of the road?” she asked after a few moments. “It’s safer. How you didn’t get caught walking in the middle of the road when there’s a full moon is—” His mouth shut with an audible snap. “Don’t stop there, Mr. Callahan. Is what?” “Sheer dumb luck,” he muttered. “Gee, thanks.” “Your lack of basic survival skills makes it clear you’ve never been out of your dare before.” She rolled her eyes. “Of course I have.” Her father wasn’t a monster, just protective. “Okay.” The way he said that implied exactly what he thought. “As the Kuharte, I’ve always been protected,” she defended. “And the fact that you’re the Alpha’s daughter makes no difference.” She pursed her lips and didn’t deign to answer. “Like I...
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May
8

Sunday Snippet: Death by Diploma by Kelley Kaye

Sunday Snippet: Death by Diploma by Kelley Kaye  About the Book Death by Diploma    Author:  Kelley Kaye Publisher:   Red Adept Publishing Released:  February 23, 2016 Series:   Chalkboard Outlines #1 Genre:  Mystery Snippet Prologue Wednesday, August 26 Dearest Mickey,      Please, please write me back.  Oh, I’m so worried these letters aren’t finding their way to you.  Our love deserves a chance to flourish.  I know you think so too.  You might want to give me one of your favorite quotes: “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened,” but you don’t really feel that way.  I don’t believe we’re over, not yet.     Never forget how much I love you–let the colors remind you.  Your Airborne Raquel Welch is thinking of you. Love,                               Marlena      Melvin McManus ran his fingers over the letter again.  The paper was worn until almost transparent, and the care with which he folded it and inserted it back into its envelope made it seem as though he held a priceless jewel.  He picked up his silver flask and stared at it.  His left hand started to raise the flask to his lips, but then he flung it against the wall of the narrow room.  He stood.      Melvin closed the small hidden doorway and routed the pipe maze to get to the basement.  He stumbled through the basement door and lurched up the stairs, his bulky form weaving s if he weren’t sure of finding the next step.  Covering his mouth to muffle a hacking cough, Melvin stopped and listened.  He really shouldn’t be there after midnight–his shift only went from three to ten.  But sometimes the work took much longer than that, because he hoped the care he took with the building might help the students stop taking this important time in their lives for granted.  Many of them did take it for granted, though, and might end up like Melvin, navigating the world without any education or any real options.  Those students didn’t make any kind of connection between now and later.      He opened the door at the top of the stairs and continued through the gymnasium and into the hallway.  The brown tile on the commons floor gleamed, and he thought of Adam and when he’d found the poor kid splayed out on the now-shiny floor.  Melvin had been thrown out into the world so young, he’d...
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May
1

Sunday Snippet: The Crown of the Queen by Jeffe Kennedy from For Crown and Kingdom Duology

Sunday Snippet: The Crown of the Queen by Jeffe Kennedy from For Crown and Kingdom Duology  About the Book The Crown of the Queen (For Crown and Kingdom duology)   Author:  Jeffe Kennedy Publisher:   Kensington Released:  May 24, 2016 Series:   Twelve Kingdoms #4.5 / Uncharted Realms #0.5 Genre:  Fantasy Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Snippet “She’s not the High Queen,” I said, feeling I needed to. Might as well practice before facing the dragon herself. They all stared at me with varying expressions of consternation and shock. Anger, on Ami’s part. “Who else would you have?” she demanded. “Nobody else, Queen Amelia.” I kept my tone mild. “The point is that she isn’t High Queen until she’s crowned. Nor is she Her Majesty. By calling her that, you’re all letting her get away with ducking what she needs to do. There are reasons for these protocols, not the least of which are legal ones. With no one officially sitting on the High Throne, there is no Twelve Kingdoms—only thirteen kingdoms ready to go their own ways again. I’m astounded none of the kings and queens have cited this as grounds to secede. There’s historical precedent for this. We’d have to go to war, conquer them all over again to get them back. I, of all people, am no lover of Uorsin’s methods, but he did create peace. It’s irresponsible of Ursula to risk setting us back this way.” Ash shook his head, laughing in his rough, voiceless way. “Do you promise to repeat that speech to Ursula where I can listen?” “I prefer to be out of striking distance, myself,” Harlan said, implacable, but his eyes gleamed with amusement. Ami sighed. “Dafne is right, but . . . there’s a lot you don’t know. Go a little easy on her,” she said to all of us. Ash rubbed a hand up her back. “We all have our roles. You support her and Dafne can lay down the law. That’s why we need her here. Ursula will listen to her.” I only hoped he was correct about...
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Apr
24

Sunday Snippet ~ Thirst: Blood of my Blood by R P Channing

Sunday Snippet ~ Thirst: Blood of my Blood by R P Channing  About the Book Thirst: Blood of my Blood   Author:  R P Channing Publisher:   Self-published Released:  November 26, 2015 Genre:  Young Adult (Fantasy/Romance) Author contact links:   Amazon, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon UK, Amazon US Snippet My life was perfect. I had the perfect shoes and the perfect friends and I lived in the perfect house. My nails were perfect and my hair was perfect (except on Sundays, it was always windy on Sundays) and I had the perfect clothes. My lips were a perfect red and my hair perfectly straight. My eyeshadow was perfect, my hips were…okay, and my waist…well…also okay. Nothing was wrong in my life. But then there was Jack. Jack was a problem. He needed to go. I mean, when you’re dead, you’re dead! I had told him this endlessly. Somehow, Jack didn’t get it. I mean, I felt sorry for the guy. Sure. Being stuck between this life and the next. But just because I found him, does that mean I needed to keep him? I think not! Sadly, when Jack got that look in his eyes, that weary, almost teary (if his tear-ducts worked) look, I melted. I just couldn’t send him away. Not even Jack knew where he would go after he died. Would he, like, die? As in — dead, nada, kaput, finito, gone, no more? Bye bye, sayonara, ciao, hasta la vista baby and all that? I couldn’t have that on my conscience. No way. I lay on my bed, wondering what to do about him. “Jaaaaaaack,” I hollered. “Jaaaaaaack!” Still no answer. “Jack!” Jack…materialized. His eyes rolled down to the ground. He was making those puppy eyes again. “Jack, I told you not to do that. I told you not to play on my sympathies.” His puppy eyes became worse. His skin was gray and, well, dead. “Oh, brother,” I said. “I have to do something about you. If mom finds out I have another ‘imaginary friend’ — at my age — well, I’d die of embarrassment. But, like, really die. Not like you.” I wondered about this. Would I die? Was Jack a freak accident, or did all people live on like him? Think of the cemeteries… The idea excited me somewhat. “What would you have me do, Miss Kira?” “Knock off the Miss Kira crap. I told you it’s just Kira.” “Yes, Miss Kira.” The dead. There’s just no...
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Apr
17

Sunday Snippet: Exact Warm Unholy by Jeffe Kennedy from The Devil’s Doorbell Anthology

Sunday Snippet: Exact Warm Unholy by Jeffe Kennedy from The Devil’s Doorbell Anthology  About the Book The Devil’s Doorbell: An Erotic Anthology Author:  Anne Calhoun, Megan Hart, M. O’Keefe, Christine d’Abo, Jeffe Kennedy, Megan Mulry, Delphine Dryden Publisher:   Self-published Released:  April 26, 2016 Genre:  Erotic Fiction Jeffe Kennedy contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon, iTunes, Kobo Snippet A snippet from Jeffe Kennedy’s contribution, Exact Warm Unholy. Tonight, my name is Sydney. Call me Syd. She’s easy to dress as she doesn’t worry much about clothes. Plain cotton bra—no underwire because they pinch—and her panties have colorful unicorns on them farting rainbows. Syd isn’t all about the books, she has her whimsical side, too. Her hair is dark brown, a simple square cut with heavy bangs. She wears glasses with thick black rims and a hint of a cat’s eye horn at the edge. All of these things are important because I can’t put too much obvious makeup on her. Syd’s getting her master’s in comparative religious studies and she’s particularly interested in the question of vanity and mortification of the flesh to purify the spirit, New Testament style. I can’t go near the Torah anymore. I go with darker foundation for her skin, not so much that it will look funny when she’s naked, but enough to distort her mouth and cover the putty on her nose—the only features that really show. I go with a matte lipstick for her, the kind that looks like none at all, and add a cherry ChapStick overcoat, then stick the tube in her jeans pocket. Dark brown contact lenses for her eyes, which look intense even behind the unfashionably thick lenses of her glasses. Even without the underwire, Syd’s tits look pretty good in the tight sweater. Enticing enough to reel in a college boy, anyway. They’re always hard up. The college guys aren’t there, however, though it’s a Tuesday again. Disappointing as the thin crowd doesn’t promise much. Maybe Syd will sit at the bar, read a book and nurse her drink. A girl like Syd might go home alone. She doesn’t have to get laid. But I do. After Disappointing Daniel, I need to get off. Badly. I’m restless with it, edgy. Probably I should have been someone else for tonight, to score the really good bang. I nearly went for Caitlyn and couldn’t. Too soon after Tiffany. I still miss Mary. I’d had to force myself to burn that wig, lest I break down and wear it a second time. It never works...
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