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24

Sunday Snippet: Constant Craving by Melissa Schroeder

Sunday Snippet: Constant Craving by Melissa Schroeder  About the Book Constant Craving    Author:  Melissa Schroeder Publisher:   Harmless Publishing Released:  May 31, 2016 Series:   Task Force Hawaii #3 Genre:  Romantic Suspense Author contact links:   Facebook, Fan Group, Newsletter, Pinterest, Twitter Purchase: Here Snippet He stared at her a long second.  “As I pointed out, you asked me on a date first.” “That should have been a sign.” “A sign of what?” “That you couldn’t take the initiative.” Something flashed hot in his eyes. Those gray eyes were always cool, without any storms. But at the moment, he looked furious. His expression was calm, but his eyes… “Is that a fact?” he asked, his voice dipped an octave and turned just a little lethal. The sound of it skimmed over her nerves. As usual, she ignored his tone. When she was hurt, she could definitely wound back.  She nodded and leaned back in her chair. She tried her best to look relaxed. She would not let him know how upset she was. “You didn’t really go after me, because it was all about the job.” “That’s what you think?” She shrugged. “If it was about the job, I would have had you in bed easily.” Her stomach quivered at the way his voice had dipped deeper, adding an edge of danger to it. This was not the fun geek she had discussed the Marvel Universe with, and argued about the finer qualities of David Tennant. This was Agent Callahan. Cold. Calculating. Sexy. “I highly doubt that.” But even she heard the shaking in her voice. The smile curving his lips was not the flirty one she was used to. He looked as if he was the cat who ate the proverbial canary. He rose to his feet, all the while not breaking eye contact with her. “Come on, Charity. You know better than that. You and I both know that you wanted it as much as I did.” His voice had turned silky, seductive, but not anything she had heard before. This was a very dangerous man. She shook her head and fought the urge to back up around the desk. He came around to stand in front of her, each step taken with a kind of lethal grace that she would have attributed to a panther. A predator. He leaned down and placed his hands on the arms of her chair. “I might have come here to investigate, but at least I have been honest about my...
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Jul
17

Sunday Snippet: Romanced by a SEAL by Cat Johnson

Sunday Snippet: Romanced by a SEAL by Cat Johnson  About the Book Romanced by a SEAL    Author:  Cat Johnson Publisher:   Cat Johnson Released:  July 12, 2016 Series:   Hot SEALs #9 Genre:  Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Instagram, Newsletter, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, ARe, Barnes N Noble, Google, iBooks, Kobo, Website REVIEW Snippet Too angry to eat the dinner she’d spent hours shopping for and preparing, Ali yanked hard on the kitchen drawer. Just like everything else in Jon’s life, even the drawers in his condo were neatly organized. Rolls of plastic wrap lined up in precision formation amid aluminum foil and boxes of plastic bags in every size. The sight only ramped up her anger. Everything in Jon’s existence was in perfect order except for his relationship with her. She was the messy junk drawer of his life. That realization had her pausing, hand on the plastic wrap. No wonder he avoided spending time at home with her. Running out at every opportunity. Each excuse plausible but seeming more flimsy than the last. It had been a mistake moving in together. Just because something made financial sense didn’t mean it was right. Things between them had started to go downhill shortly after she’d moved in so it was pretty obvious to her that this decision, though practical, had been very, very wrong. Hot angry tears pricked behind her eyes as she grabbed the wrap and yanked to tear off a piece. The clingy plastic got tangled on the sharp serrated edge. She pawed at it but only ended up cutting her finger instead of the clear wrap. “Shit.” Tossing the whole mess onto the counter, she shoved the stinging finger in her mouth and sucked at the thin stripe of red that appeared. One handed as she nursed her wound, she grabbed her food-laden plate from the counter, intent on shoving it onto the fridge shelf uncovered. Unwrapped food in the refrigerator—that would drive Jon crazy. Perfect. It would teach him for walking out— again—this time after she’d gone to so much trouble to make a nice meal for him. The spiteful thought had her feeling quite satisfied as she spun toward the fridge . . . and jumped as a scream tore from her throat. That was followed directly by a huff of frustration. “Dammit, Jon. Will you please make some noise when you come in? You scared the hell out of me.” “Sorry.” He tracked her with his eyes from where...
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Jul
10

Sunday Snippet: It Happened One Doomsday by Laurence MacNaughton

Sunday Snippet: It Happened One Doomsday by Laurence MacNaughton  About the Book It Happened One Doomsday     Author:  Laurence MacNaughton Publisher:   Pyr Released:  July 12, 2016 Genre:  Urban Fantasy Author contact links:   Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Books-A-Million, Goodreads, Indiebound, iTunes REVIEW Snippet Strong arms wrapped around Dru and pulled her from the wreckage of the car. The dying desert sunlight bathed her as Greyson gently lowered her to the rocky ground. He stripped off his motorcycle jacket and folded it, leather creaking, into a pillow for her head. He leaned over her, his glowing red eyes filled with worry. “Dru! Can you hear me?” A trickle of blood ran down the side of his face, from a gash just beneath one of his stubby horns. “Are you okay?” She nodded. “How many fingers am I holding up?” He frowned. “None.” “Oh, wait.” She held up three fingers. “How about now?” The corners of his eyes crinkled. He helped Dru to her feet, then handed her glasses to her. She wiped off the desert dust. They had crashed at the bottom of a dry washed-out ravine, surrounded on all sides by uneven ground littered with ruddy boulders and parched scrub brush. Oily curls of smoke drifted around them, from something ruptured in the crashed car. When Dru breathed in, a sickly sweet chemical smell coated the back of her throat and scoured it raw. Above, the relentless desert sun dipped toward sunset, burning a gold glow into the edge of the crystalline blue sky. There was no sign of their attackers, but the echoes of throaty engines thudded all around them. It was impossible to tell where the noise was coming from. The sounds grew louder, and then faded, as if the cars were circling around the ravine like vultures. “They’re all up there,” Rane spat, hauling herself out through the car’s shattered window, her body still transformed into living rock. She crawled through a halo of broken glass that shone like diamonds in the sun. “I want to take those things apart with my bare hands. Pretty sure I can.” “We have to keep moving,” Dru said. “If the other demons – the other horsemen – leave their cars behind and find a way down here on foot, we’re in real trouble. I don’t know what happens when all four horsemen get together, but I’m thinking it’s not poker night.” Greyson let out a pained grunt, then pressed his fists against his temples. Still on...
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Jul
3

Sunday Snippet: Waking Eden by Rhenna Morgan

Sunday Snippet: Waking Eden by Rhenna Morgan  About the Book Waking Eden    Author:  Rhenna Morgan Publisher:   Self-published Released:  July 26, 2016 Series:   Eden #3 Genre:  Contemporary Fantasy Romance Author contact links:   Amazon, Facebook, Goodreads, Instagram, Pinterest, Tumblr, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, ARe, iBooks, International Options, Kobo Snippet In this scene, Trinity’s allowed Ramsay to finagle an invite to her home on the pretense of helping her settle in from her recent move. Who knew setting up wi-fi could be so intense?   Trinity trailed behind him. His loose, long hair was the sexiest snub to conformity she’d ever seen, and his overall size was, well, big. Especially compared to her. Tight, defined muscles, wide shoulders, narrow waist, and a backside that made his easy swagger downright lethal. He turned. His white T-shirt was tucked neatly into his low-slung jeans. Yep. The total hot guy package. Hard not to imagine the impressive parcel underneath. “Trinity?” She blinked and tried to force her mind back online. Oh, God. Totally busted staring at his crotch. He grinned. Not just any grin, but a genuine shit-eating, caught-you-with-your-hand-in-the-cookie-jar grin. “Your router and cables?” She staggered to the opened packing box on her desk and rummaged inside. At least she could hide her embarrassment behind the box flap at this angle. “I’m pretty sure they’re in here, but can you check the one by the bookcase?” Deep breaths. She couldn’t be the first woman to ogle the guy. Not that his ego needed any extra boosts. “Got ’em.” She peeked over the flap and found him untangling two gray cords. “I’ll put the router on top of the bookshelf so you don’t clutter up your desk. That work for you?” Every move was smooth and efficient. Confident, like he did this every day. She nodded and situated her computer, snapping to hand him whatever he asked for and otherwise aiming to stay out of the way. He glanced up from behind her computer and lifted his chin toward the picture frame on her desk. “Those your parents?” A pang knifed her heart. “Yeah. That was taken about a year before David died.” Carol looked so much different then. Happy and hopeful, even if she was still a little high-strung. Trinity had come along and ruined life for both of them. The clunk and rattle of hardware and cables stilled. Ramsay rested one arm on the top of her monitor. “If it makes you sad, why put it there?” “They don’t make...
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Jun
26

Sunday Snippet: Royal Enchantment by Lia Davis

Sunday Snippet: Royal Enchantment by Lia Davis  About the Book Royal Enchantment    Author:  Lia Davis Publisher:   After Glows Released:  June 15, 2016 Series:   Skeleton Key Book series Genre:  Fantasy Romance Author contact links:   Amazon Author Page, Authorgraph, Facebook, Goodreads, Newsletter, Pinterest, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, ARe, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, Kobo Snippet When she reached the stairs, she spotted something on the floor, a reflection of light like a prism. She bent down to take a closer look and discovered a glass skeleton key sticking out from behind the railing post. It was about four inches long and made of thick glass with a skull on the top. The bottom key portion looked like…well, human teeth. She picked it up and tested the weight. A couple of ounces, she guessed. Studying it for several moments, she wondered where it had come from. Her thoughts turned to the locked door. No. That would be too easy. However, it was a skeleton key. Literally in this case. What did she have to lose? Pivoting on her heels, she walked to the door, glad no one was around to witness her state of crazy. She took a deep breath and stuck the key into the lock. Turned. A click sounded a moment before the door swung open. A smile lifted her lips, but it was short-lived as she stared out into a forest. What-the-ever-loving-freaking-hell? Instantly, she closed the door. Surely she was seeing things and needed to call a shrink. Hell, maybe just go to the nearest liquor store. Okay, Ava. You’re not crazy. You may be a little weird at times, but you are not crazy. She opened the door again and let it swing wide. Holy crap. There really was a forest in one of her upstairs rooms. Well, she had asked for the earth to swallow her. She laughed at her attempt at a joke and stepped through the door. Once she crossed the threshold, the door vanished behind her. Whirling around, she scanned her surroundings. Nothing but trees, bushes, and a whole lot of nature. The house was gone. Everything was so green and full of life, almost magickal. I’m definitely not in Georgia...
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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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