Monday, February 17, 2014


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JEAN JOACHIM (Contemporary Romance)
Scent of Love
She’s wearing her pouty face. Sulking. Do I even want to know? Probably not.
V. L. LOCEY (M/M Historical Romance)
Moving with as much haste as possible, I opened the remaining drawers.
JILLIAN CHANTAL (Contemporary)
Wheeling in to the parking lot behind the place, she was surprised to find several local police cars there.
IRIS BLOBEL (Sports Romance)
Tyra had the best intentions to protest, right up until his mouth touched hers. The second she felt his warm lips, her heart began to beat faster in her chest and wanting exploded inside of her.
MORGAN K. WYATT (Contemporary Romance)
The Inheritance
“You’re sleeping in my room? In my bed?”
TRISHA FAYE (Historical Fiction)
What to do? What to do? What on earth possessed her?
Finally, the pressure on her chest stopped but the forced air didn’t, except it wasn’t as hard as before.
SARAH CASS (Historical Paranormal)
“How close is he now?”
She knew it was a test, but whether by his urging, or her own instinct, she was compelled to answer. 
The chief hurried down the red carpeted foyer oblivious to Karol who was keeping a close distance. She could smell her story on him.
TRICIA ANDERSEN (Steampunk Romance) 
His lifted his head to say thanks.  His parted lips met hers as she kissed him deeply.  As the kiss broke she took the basket from him.  “I will put this away and make us breakfast."
KATHLEEN BALL (Western Romance)
There was no way he’d allow her to go free now, not after three years. No, he’d rather see her dead than happy and he couldn’t take the chance she’d talk. 
DAVEE JONES (YA, Paranormal Romance) 
Finding Love in a Black Lagoon 
“Owen, there are times in my life when I feel ashamed, but, most of the time, I’m happy with who I am…you know the person deep down inside of me.” 
SHERRY GLOAG (Light Paranormal) 
“He came back last night…” The sharpness of Sue’s voice cut through her fantasies like a meat cleaver.

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