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Lorna Peel said...

Leaning over one of the basins, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was almost grey and her eyes were red and puffy from crying. For a few moments she considered not going back to the Sector Station, but if she didn’t go back, where would she go? Rose Cottage? She couldn’t go there but no matter where she went, she would be declared AWOL, and she’d be caught and punished and she’d have to explain why she’d done it. No, she’d have to go back and just lie.

Into The Unknown by Lorna Peel


gemwriter said...

From Phantom Traces by Claire Gem:

Abby listened half-heartedly to their conversation, scanning the two headstones Elena and Jack were examining before wandering on to the last two beside them. These were set closer together than the other stones, almost touching, and one was half the size of the other.

She lowered to her knees before them as she read the inscriptions, and her heart clutched in her chest.

“Here she is.”

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Martha O'Sullivan said...

Breath hitching, he crushed his lips to hers. They were white-hot. Burning as intensely as the fire he’d stirred within her. Resisting glimmered, dulled, then dissipated in her mind. Instead her arms linked his neck and she melted into the heat. He tasted rugged, felt rough, like the end of a long day. Their mouths collided, parted, rejoined, until they found that familiar crescendo and began the climb.

Second Chance and the Chances trilogy by Martha O'Sullivan is available at: B00EX631GM/ref=sr_1_17? s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1378129953&sr=1-17&keyword

Janice Croom said...

Setting the urn on the table, he snatched up the drink he’d poured for me and threw it down his throat. “Mother, you remember Kadence, don’t you? What?” He held the urn to his ear. “She wasn’t drinking it.” He refilled the shot glass and set it in front of me. “Sorry.”

I couldn’t decide if he really was insane, bucking for an insanity plea, or just proving the insanity of drinking one hundred eighty proof liquor. Couple of shots of that and I’d probably hear his dead momma too.

Ever had a boss you'd happily kill? Somebody beat her to it.
Death of an Idiot Boss, look inside the book on Amazon
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Paris said...
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Paris said...

Every common-sense argument she could think of was defeated by his silence. The choice was hers; that was clear. She followed where he led, only half-listening to the singer’s sentimental lyrics.
They were never going to have old familiar places but she knew in her heart that whatever she decided, she was never going to forget this moment and would regret not having more.

I'll Be Seeing You by Paris Brandon: available in the Romance Books '4' Us anthology: Entice Me.

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Rosalie Redd said...

He moved their hands together over the surface of the wood, and they polished the table together.
“Like this?” he asked as he leaned over her back. The brush of their bodies burned like fire.
“Yes,” she whispered.

Untouchable Lover by Rosalie Redd
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Jo Grafford said...

DESIGNED FOR YOU, first book in the For You Series

Administrative duties aside, holy Batman! With a hunk of burning man candy like him running her office, women would form a line to sign up for remodeling projects whether they needed them or not.

She wanted to laugh; the idea was ludicrous -- no, it was insane. She’d be better off mentoring and training a fresh college graduate as opposed to hiring a man who looked like some celebrity’s personal trainer…or an underwear model, for that matter.

Want to read more? Designed For You pre-orders just went live today! Grab your copy at: (or BN, iBooks, Kobo). Release date is April 19. Enjoy. :)


Livia Quinn said...

From Eve of Chaos, by Livia Quinn

“I want to ride your dragon.”

His chin dropped, both eyes flashed then reduced to gold slits, as they’d done in his dragon form, but the heat receded when he got her true meaning. “This is not a carnival, and I am not your carousel horsey.”

Montana waved her hand, “Well, don’t get all offended like. I’ve just been daydreaming about seeing Destiny from the back of a magnificent fire-breathing dragon such as yourself, but…” she shrugged, “You’re not the only dragon in the sky.”

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Iris B said...


His knees almost gave way beneath him at the memory of Sarah’s skin under his touch, the taste of her lips and the fragrance of her hair. In a sudden outburst of anger and frustration, Flynn threw his cup into the corner of the balcony. Sliding down along the railing until he sat on the floor, he pulled his knees close to his chest and propped his arms on his legs. He stared blindly ahead – the life he was living had come at a high price.

Kris Jayne said...

"I've seen the way you look at me, and it is most definitely inappropriate if you're promised to someone else. Is it so hard to wrap up one relationship entirely before looking for your next conquest?"

The green in Nick's eyes deepened. He leaned over the table.

"You're right. I'm attracted to you. I'd love nothing more than to drag you upstairs to one of the rooms in this hotel and strip those uptight business clothes off of you so that I can finally know what color your nipples are. And what they taste like."

Micky dropped her gaze to the drink in front of her, unable to look Nick in the eye. The hairs on her neck rose and vibrated. His words scalded her.

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Mellie said...

JARETH, FIRST LORD, by Mellie Miller

"Tall and broad-shouldered, every inch a warrior lord, the handsome man of thirty-something rode as if born in the saddle. Dark as night, with his black hair blown by the wind, Lord Jareth’s eyes were twin pools of darkness beneath his angry frown. Hard as iron and cold as the icy winter winds, his presence was unsettling. As she watched, Jareth’s gaze seemed suddenly to focus on her alone, pinning her in place with an energy and intent strong enough to be a living force.