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Jan
15

Sunday Snippet: The Edge of the Blade by Jeffe Kennedy

Sunday Snippet: The Edge of the Blade by Jeffe Kennedy  About the Book The Edge of the Blade    Author:  Jeffe Kennedy Publisher:   Kensington Publishing Company Released:  December 27, 2016 Series:   The Uncharted Realms #2 Genre:  Fantasy Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, Book Depository,  iTunes, Kobo REVIEW Snippet: A strange sound cut across the ubiquitous creaking and snapping of a ship in full sail running before the wind. Something… animal? Zynda heard it, too, lifting her head in a way that reminded me of a predator pricking its ears into a downward wind. Or prey. I drew my blades, muscles singing from exhausted to hyperalert. “What is it?” “I don’t know. It sounded like a hunting cry. It registered like a wolf calling to the pack that prey had been sighted, but… avian?” Her eyes went deeper blue. “So much for conserving energy.” Scanning the skies, I spotted nothing. Kral came skidding up, broadsword in one hand, a huge knife in the other that, on a smaller man or woman, would suffice as a sword in its own right. “Lookout spotted something strange ahead. Advice?” We’d come a long way, at least, since the battle with the river monster, when I’d had to browbeat Kral into listening to us. He gave Zynda an expectant stare, pressing his lips over the evident desire to ask her to use magic—she hadn’t responded well to the last request. Tala were funny about doing things only on their own agenda, according to their own moral code. Their values were nearly as far from those of the other twelve kingdoms as the Dasnarians’ were, only in another direction. “Strange how?” she asked crisply, all languid ease gone. The tiger looking out of her eyes. “Climb to the crow’s nest with me and see. We can haul in sail to slow momentum, but we’d lose maneuverability. If we’re going to turn her, I’d rather know sooner than later.” Kral was already striding to the rigging, taking time to sheath the broadsword on his back, but keeping the knife out. He climbed rapidly, even one-handed, and Zynda and I exchanged a glance before she followed, climbing with agility. With no intention of being left behind, I followed them on the rigging—after sheathing my blades. I’d rather climb two-handed and have to draw than risk missing a handhold. I hadn’t scaled anything this high since the forest pines when I was a kid. At the very top of the mast, the swaying...
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Jan
8

Sunday Snippet: Hooked on Trouble by Kelly Siskind

Sunday Snippet: Hooked on Trouble by Kelly Siskind  About the Book Hooked on Trouble    Author:  Kelly Siskind Publisher:   Forever Yours Released:  January 10, 2017 Series:   Over the Top #3 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Twitter, Website/Newsletter Purchase links:  Amazon, B&N, iBooks, Kobo Snippet: Sawyer picks up his phone and shakes it, taunting Nico with the video he took a while back. Eager to embarrass his friend, Sawyer showed it to me one night in Toronto. So accustomed to associating Nico with anger, I surprised myself by laughing. Cackling, really. Nico dancing with five-year-olds is a sight to behold. Seeing how cute he was with Sawyer’s nieces, how willing he was to humiliate himself for a smile, melted a layer of my animosity. Then I remembered Aspen. That night I’d glimpsed what it would be like to feel open and vulnerable and cared for, how I’d imagined having family would feel—unconditional acceptance, an unbreakable bond you can’t explain. I had that with Rose, before she left. I had that with Nico, for a minute. And for some messed-up reason I can’t let it go. Can’t move on like usual. “That video goes live, and I impound your car.” They all laugh at Nico’s joke, but he slides his gaze toward me, and my breath hitches. His eyes, blue as the ocean, lock on mine. My neck tingles. My fingertips twitch. My ability to sit across from him and hide my hurt and anger evaporates. I also can’t hide my attraction. Still, sixteen months later, one look from him and my stomach drops and my blood boils and I itch to lick every inch of his body. His large hand presses against my knee under the table. “Can we talk?” Jesus, his touch. It’s the first I’ve felt the weight of his palm on me since Aspen. It’s heavy. Huge. Callused. Instinctually I shift forward, my body no longer mine to command. He doesn’t move his hand. Just his thumb. It presses harder, dragging downward. I grip my armrests to keep from sliding to the floor. He stares at me, waiting for my answer. Yes. No. Maybe. I choose silence. The way our lives are entrenched with our friends, I’ll have to spend time with him, and I can’t keep pretending I can block him out. Moving here was about starting fresh, which means letting go of this grudge. But talking about Aspen could stir up more feelings, the same way the experience spurred my need to...
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Jan
1

Sunday Snippet: 2017 New Year’s Edition

Sunday Snippet: 2017 New Year’s Edition  Happy New Year!!     From all of us at That’s What I’m Talking About we wish you a new year filled with love, laughter and prosperity!  I (Una) always find it interesting the history behind the traditional song Auld Lang Syne.  For those that are interested, here is the Wikipedia information about it and below is a modern English translation.  In this year I look forward to slimming back into my pre-Pixie clothes, listening to more audiobooks, and cherishing the time with family and friends.  Please feel free to comment below with your wishes for the new year.  Again on behalf of everyone here at TWITA, “Cheers to old friends and cheers to new!”   Times Gone By    Should old acquaintances be forgotten, And never brought to mind? Should old acquaintances be forgotten, And days of long ago! For times gone by, my dear For times gone by, We will take a cup of kindness yet For times gone by. We two have run about the hillsides And pulled the daisies fine, But we have wandered many a weary foot For times gone by. For times gone by, my dear For times gone by, We will take a cup of kindness yet For times gone by. We two have paddled (waded) in the stream From noon until dinner time, But seas between us broad have roared Since times gone by. For times gone by, my dear For times gone by, We will take a cup of kindness yet For times gone by. And there is a hand, my trusty friend, And give us a hand of yours, And we will take a goodwill drink (of ale) For times gone by! For times gone by, my dear For times gone by, We will take a cup of kindness yet For times gone by. And surely you will pay for your pint, And surely I will pay for mine! And we will take a cup of kindness yet For times gone by! For times gone by, my dear For times gone by, We will take a cup of kindness yet For times gone...
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Dec
25

Sunday Snippet: Christmas 2016 Edition

Sunday Snippet: Christmas 2016 Edition   “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!” Una here and for a special Christmas Day edition of Sunday Snippets, I’ve gathered some fun Christmas quotes.  Please feel free to join in the celebration with your favorite holiday quotes whether from written word, songs or movies.  Let’s celebrate the joy and love of the season.  From all of us here at That’s What I’m Talking About, we wish you a very wonderful holiday season full of friends, family, love, laughter and joy!   “Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!” ― Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!   “Look, Daddy. Teacher says, every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings.” — Zuzu Bailey (Karolyn Grimes) from It’s A Wonderful Life.   “One can never have enough socks,” said Dumbledore. “Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.” ― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone   “Rats. Nobody sent me a Christmas card today. I almost wish there weren’t a holiday season. I know nobody likes me. Why do we have to have a holiday season to emphasize it?” — Charlie Brown from It’s A Charlie Brown Christmas.   “I need a weapon,” Valkyrie muttered. “You’re an Elemental with a Necromancer ring, trained in a variety of martial arts by some of the best fighters in the world,” Skulduggery pointed out. “I’m fairly certain that makes you a weapon.” “I mean a weapon you hold. You have a gun, Tanith has a sword… I want a stick.” “I’ll buy you a stick for Christmas.” ― Derek Landy, Mortal Coil   Ralphie (Peter Billingsley): “No! No! I want an official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle!” Santa Claus: “You’ll shoot your eye out, kid.” — From A Christmas Story   “There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,’ returned the nephew. ‘Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round—apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that—as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of...
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Dec
18

Sunday Snippet + Giveaway: Due South by Tamsen Parker

Sunday Snippet + Giveaway: Due South by Tamsen Parker  About the Book Due South    Author:  Tamsen Parker Publisher:   Self-published Released:  December 12, 2016 Series:   Compass #5 Genre:  Erotic Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, ARe, Google Play, iBooks, Kobo Snippet: “We can’t keep doing this.” “Doing what? We’re just…” She narrows her eyes, giving me a meaningful glare. “Oh, right, that. Well, yeah, of course not.” My heart sinks through the soles of my shoes and into a sad puddle on the floor, but am I surprised? No. I was lucky to get what I had, and I shouldn’t be so greedy. Of course Lucy doesn’t want to keep having some sordid breakroom affair. And I don’t want her to. She deserves way better, and that’s all I can offer her. But it’s still a bummer. Weirdly, she looks disappointed when I agree. Is that not what I was supposed to say? “Yeah, of course not,” she echoes and looks askance. Like maybe she’s looking for another possible answer, because she doesn’t like it either. “We should definitely not do anything remotely like that ever again.” That level of insistence seems excessive, especially since I’ve already agreed: this can’t keep happening. But the look on her face has shifted, as has her voice, and it’s starting to sound more like a challenge. I dare you. “Yep,” I begin, trying to match her tone, which I’m still working out. Is this a flirting thing? Because I feel like it might be, but I’ve never been a gifted flirt. Or one at all. Too afraid I’m going to say something stupid or insulting. But I’ll give it a go, just in case. “We should absolutely, positively never even, like, look at each other again. Never mind…” If I were braver, I’d go for it, because her eyes have got that luminous thing going on, and her lips have parted. I may not be an expert, but I’m pretty sure she wants me, but if I’m wrong… My stomach shrivels, and I take the easy way out. “Kiss. Nope, certainly not.” Her lips purse in a contained laugh, and she blinks at me, those long lashes framing her verging-on-hazel brown eyes. Maybe one of these days, I’ll get close enough, not in the dark, to figure out what color they are or if they’re made up of a spectrum. I want to know. “Yeah, kissing is definitely not allowed. Or touching.” My mouth goes dry when she...
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Dec
11

Sunday Snippet: Distilled by Deelylah Mullin

Sunday Snippet: Distilled by Deelylah Mullin  About the Book Distilled    Author:  Deelylah Mullin Publisher:   BeerWench Enterprises, LLC Released:  December 15, 2016 Series:   Love Brothers #1 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Editing Website, Facebook, Goodreads, Instagram, Pinterest, Tumblr, Twitter, Website/Blog Novel links:  Goodreads, Launch Page Disclosure notice: Deelylah Mullin is our very own reviewer, Vampbard. We are thrilled to have Dee sharing her work as a published author with you. Snippet: Roni spent her entire time on the treadmill mentally preparing for the rest of the evening. I need to wear something cute, but not sexy. I need to make sure I only have one drink. I need to make sure I remember to eat the food. I need to remember that even though Kurtis Clements is sexy as sin, he’s my boss. No flirting. Oh, god. He’s going to be at my apartment. It’s rude to make him wait in the parking lot. Is my apartment clean enough? Hell, Mount Boxmore is still partially standing in the living room. Even though she’d planned to have all the containers flattened and out to the recycling dumpster Monday evening, she’d been tired after the excitement at work. She’d been pecking away at it, bit by bit, all week and planned to finish over the weekend. When the treadmill slowed and then stopped, signaling the end of her twenty minutes, Roni stepped off the machine, cleaned every surface she could with antibacterial wipes, and grabbed her things. Kurtis stood in the doorway, hair still wet and curling adorably around his ears and at the collar of his robin’s egg blue polo shirt. His arms were crossed, and he wore dark wash, slim-fit jeans—which hugged the contours of his thighs–with black Chuck Taylors. Her mouth practically watered. “Have a good run?” He asked as his lip quirked up in a half smile. “It was a run. Necessary evil. I don’t like treadmills.” “You cold?” he asked as he lifted away from the doorframe. He crossed the room to her in two strides, and wrapped a full zip hoodie around her shoulders. She had no idea where he’d gotten the clothing. “I’m just right, but thanks for being considerate.” She pulled the sweatshirt off her shoulders. She could smell his cologne and something underneath she now associated with Kurtis. She held it out, toward him. “Why would you think I’m cold?” He chuckled and his eyes darted down her body before coming back to her face. “No reason. Ready to go?”...
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Dec
4

Sunday Snippet: Architect of Love by John Charles

Sunday Snippet: Architect of Love by John Charles  About the Book Architect of Love    Author:  John Charles Publisher:   Manifest Vision Publishing Released:  December 1, 2016 Series:   Fated Soulmates #2 Genre:  Contemporary Romance, LGBTQ, m/m Author contact links:   Facebook, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon Snippet: The tall blond kicked the door closed with his foot as he pinned the shorter, more muscular man against the wall.  One hand held the shorter man’s hands above his head, the other a handful of his shirt. “Lance is a pretty name for such a muscular guy.  Why’d your mother name you that?”  His face was mere inches from Lance’s.  They breathed the same air as they stared into the other man’s eyes. “She has a thing for different names.  Don’t ask me why, she just does.”  Lance was almost hyperventilating; his brown eyes were wide with curious anticipation, the pupils dilated.  “I might ask what was in your mother’s mind when she named you Forrest.  Were you conceived in the woods?” A growl emitted from the tall blond.  He pushed Lance harder against the wall, his entire body now firmly against the shorter man.  “Never asked where they f**ked and don’t want to know, but the name works for me.  Does Lance suit you?  Are you?” “That’s a rather personal question, don’t you think?  After all, we just met.”  Lance struggled to keep his body under control.  He could feel the heat emanating from Forrest, his breath smelled of Scotch, his muscles were taught as a lion’s ready to pounce.  His groin pressed just above Lance’s and it was hard with desire as was his own. They held eye contact for a long minute then Forrest moved his head, slowly as if testing the space between them.  Lance followed his full lips as they neared his own.  They were heavy with lust, slightly open, tongue barely visible.  When they touched his, he felt a tingle down to his toes.  He moaned. Forrest held Lance in place, as he tasted the shorter man.  Beer mingled with breath mint met his tongue as he pushed to gain control.  He heard Lance’s moan and continued to push for more.  His body was ready to burst.  He felt Lance’s heat against his and knew the man wanted what he presented. Suddenly as if on attack, Lance twisted in the taller man’s arms.  He forced Forrest around and pressed him against the wall where his back had lain seconds prior.  “How does it feel now?” he...
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Nov
27

Sunday Snippet: Chernobyl Werewolf by Eva Gordon

Sunday Snippet: Chernobyl Werewolf by Eva Gordon  About the Book Chernobyl Werewolf    Author:  Eva Gordon Publisher:   Self-published Released:  November 18, 2016 Series:   Team Grewolf series #2 Genre:  Paranomral Romance/Suspense Purchase links:  Amazon, Kobo, iBooks Snippet: Lev promised Becker if he walked again, he’d bring him the best Russian vodka money could buy and a special Russian souvenir. Becker said if Lev was ever well enough to visit Moscow to bring him back an authentic samovar. Lev spent good cash on a rare red bronze imperial samovar. If something was wrong, a welcomed surprise might lighten his mood. Certainly, the vodka would. He opened the back of the SUV and took out the samovar packed in the case and then grabbed the bottle. As he closed the door, an irresistible aromatic scent embedded with the sweetest blood he’d ever smelled overwhelmed his senses. He inhaled. Intoxicating. The sweet delicate floral scent of snowdrop bulbs as if the flowers emerged from January snow, bringing the bloom of spring into the winter of his cold senses. The glorious aroma was human, female, and coming from Dr. Becker’s home. He narrowed his eyes and sniffed for Becker. The doctor’s scent permeated the area, but not currently home. Odd. The female was. Had he broken up with Selene? That would explain his sudden need for isolation. A pissed off jealous she-wolf would drive away even the bravest werewolf. But Becker was human so that might explain suddenly abandoning his critical research. No. Selene would not break lycan law and harm him. She’d get over it or delivered to the enforcer for discipline. A desire to release his wolf and stalk the female overwhelmed him, but nonetheless he remained in control of the bear-sized Chernobyl wolf. Lev straightened his black leather jacket and rang the doorbell. No one answered. He should return later, after calling Becker. That would be polite, yet his wolf was bewitched. Whoever lay in wait inside the house belonged to him. Lev shook his head. Not possible. He would never take a mate. A lover, perhaps, but nobody long term. Certainly, not a weak human. And not one in a relationship with the doctor who saved his life. The woman might not be Becker’s lover, but a patient. As sweet as her blood smelled, the blood had residual corruption as if she’d been poisoned. I’m such an idiot. Of course. His daughter. That would explain the blood type so addictive to lycans. Becker had confided his daughter had Stallo’s...
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Nov
20

Sunday Snippet: Unworthy by Lynne Silver

Sunday Snippet: Unworthy by Lynne Silver  About the Book Unworthy    Author:  Lynne Silver Publisher:   Self-published Released:  November 7, 2016 Series:   The Worthy series #1 Genre:  Contemporary Romance Author contact links:   Facebook, Goodreads, Newsletter, Reader Group, Twitter, Website Purchase links:  Amazon, iBooks, GooglePlay, Nook Snippet: She rose and strode to the back of the restaurant where there was a small dimly lit hallway leading to the bathroom. It wasn’t exactly private, but it was better than being on center stage. Without being asked, Ian had followed her here. “Ian, you know I need the money. The job with you is more than I’ve ever made. Don’t ask me to choose.” “It’s because of Danny, isn’t it?” he asked. “What does my brother have to do with anything?” “He steals your money and you still give him more money to pay off his dealers, hence you’re always broke and will never get ahead.” Her spine stiffened. “That is not true.” His brow rose, but he remained silent. Maybe it was a little true, but what was she supposed to do? Abandon her brother? “What I do with my money and for my brother is none of your business. Danny was your friend, and you’ve done nothing for him in years. You don’t get a say.” When he laid a palm on her cheek and bent slightly, she realized she was on her toes—not an easy task in stilettos—and had a finger in Ian’s face. “Baby,” he said. “You’re right. I’m an a**hole for saying anything about firing you.” Mollified, she stepped back. He grinned. “How about we go on a first date and then worry about the rest? Deal?” She swallowed back her defensiveness about Danny and found a smile. “Deal. But as long as we’re laying our demands on the table, I’ve got one more.” He met her gaze. “Shoot.” They both fell silent as they waited for another diner to scootch by them and enter the bathroom. “If you decide you’re done, tell me. Don’t ghost out of my life again,” she said. He winced, and then nodded. “Deal.” She took a step to head back to the table, but he yanked her wrist and tugged her back. “We didn’t seal the deal.” Before she could process his words, his lips were on hers and her spine hit the wall of the narrow corridor. He smelled like his aftershave and she tasted her sweet drink on his tongue. It was more potent on his mouth...
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Nov
13

Sunday Snippet: A Fine Mess by Kelly Siskind

Sunday Snippet: A Fine Mess by Kelly Siskind  About the Book A Fine Mess Author:  Kelly Siskind Publisher:   Grand Central’s Forever Yours Released:  August 2, 2016 Series:   Over the Top #2 Genre:  Contemporary Romance REVIEW Snippet: Sawyer steps close and waits for me to make eye contact. Slowly, I lift my gaze to his gold-flecked brown eyes, but I can’t find my voice. It’s like I don’t know how to talk to him anymore. He grins. “Hi.” From my angle it’s easy to see the scar running down his neck, the remnant of a fall he took through a coffee table while wrestling with his brother. I’ve always wanted to touch it, feel the puckered skin under my fingers. I drop my gaze, but it doesn’t help. The cuffs of his gray button-down are rolled to his elbows, roped muscle exposed below. Something else I’d like to touch. I blink hard. “Hi,” I say to my feet. “Look at me, Lil.” I rock on my heels, then do as asked. He raises an eyebrow. “How weird is this?” My giggle surprises me, and I loosen my grip on my wineglass. “Totally weird.” Thank God for Sawyer’s candid nature. He sips his drink, probably Scotch, and a sheen of liquid clings to his bottom lip. Touch that arm. Kiss that scar. Taste those lips. None of these urges are new, but they’re heightened. Magnified. He watches me watching him, his gaze as probing as mine. What is he thinking? Then the music changes. A remix of Madonna’s “Holiday” plays, and Sawyer does Sawyer. He tips his head to the right, his shoulders following, then he pushes out his hip and rolls his torso through. The guy does body waves, alternating from side to side, like he’s in an eighties music video. People stop. People look. People laugh. I snort, an unattractive sound I make when my laughter takes over. Sawyer says it sounds like a hyena with sleep apnea. When I snort a second time, he dances harder, and I crack up. My belly aches as he gets into it, the entire room watching now. I suck in a breath, place my empty glass on the table behind me, then clasp his shoulders. “What are you doing?” He stops dancing. “Making things less weird.” “Less? What about you channeling Paula Abdul is less weird?” “Did you laugh?” I grin. Then he says, “I’m sorry.” The music vibrates in my chest, or maybe it’s his proximity. “Sorry about what?” “Last week, when you...
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