A Few Lines from ... Connie Vines

A Few Lines from Brede by Connie Vines

Brede swallowed, trying to ignore the thick, tight feeling wedged in his throat. He didn't welcome the onslaught of emotion that filled his chest and caused him to stroke her jaw with an unsteady finger tip. He reminded himself that he didn't need to be involved in her problems; he had enough of his own. As soon as the roads were passable, he'd get her to a doctor and the police could take care of the rest.
 

Still, no matter how hard he tried to remove himself from the situation, he kept remembering how fragile she'd seemed in his arms. he felt as if he'd carried a sparrow, all feathers and tiny bones, out of the gully.

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A Few Lines from.... Angel De Amor

A Few Lines from Her Betrayal His Lies by Angel De Amor

She moved to her dresser, opened the bottle, and rubbed the lotion all over her body, paying special attention to his two favorite places to nibble - her neck and legs. The butterscotch skin, brown eyes, and petite body that were reflected in the mirror as she massaged her legs made her feel extra sexy. She stood and did a little sensual dance as she opened her underwear drawer, selected a striking red lace thong, and slipped it up her legs.
Some teeny devil must have been  sitting on her shoulder urging her on. "Yeah, this thong is all the clothes
you're going to need."  She pulled her four-inch red pumps out the closet and slid them on her feet. "Sorry, babies," she told her aching feet, "but I gotta look good tonight."
She snatched her wallet out of her purse off the nightstand and her Blackberry off the bed as she walked to the living room closet. Wrapping up in the long, black, fox fur coat would protect her from the chilly November weather.
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A Few Lines from ... Kathy Fischer-Brown

A Few Lines from Winter Fire by Kathy Fischer-Brown

"Get back!" he shouted. "The ice won't hold you!"

She whirled around in alarm.

And in that split second, he saw her eyes. Those startled doe's eyes. Zara Grey!

In the next instant, a crack—like a musket shot—echoed through the ravine. She reeled as the ice heaved up beneath her amid an angry surge of black water. And then, her face frozen in a look of surprise, her mouth open in a semblance of a silent scream, she disappeared through the widening breach.

His gaze fixed on the roiling chasm, Ethan hurled himself down the slope. She surfaced—flailing arms and legs, and gasping desperately for air—churning up the black water into an icy froth. She grasped at the splinters of ice.

"Keep your head up!"

Racing along the bank, he ripped off his deerskin jacket and hurled it, along with his rifle and belt into the snow. If she went under again, she'd be trapped. Already the current had taken her, sweeping her like a bobbing cork toward the opposite bank where the ice was thicker.

"Keep your head up!"

But the frenzied movement of her arms had slowed. She gasped at the water along with the air. She could barely keep herself afloat. As if she had made a conscious choice to surrender herself to a stronger power, he saw the spirit drain out of her. An eerie calm settled over her eyes as her gaze met his, then she slipped under again without a struggle.

Without stopping to think, Ethan tore off his shirt and moccasins, and dove through the opening.

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A Few Lines from ... Janet Lane Walters

A Few Lines from Shattered Dreams by Janet Lane Walters

Without a glance at the waiting patient, she strode to the counter. The aroma strengthened. Hadn’t been her imagination. She turned her head and stared at the man wearing the green cotton examining gown. She gripped the edge of the counter. Blood rushed from her head.

“You’re dead.” The words slashed the silence. This couldn’t be happening.

“Hardly.”

The voice sounded like the one from her dreams. She opened her mouth to ask where he’d been and what he’d been doing for the past twelve years. She sucked in a shallow breath. Asking that question would only stir the emotions she had frozen.

“Don’t bail on me. Sit down.”

Her fingers had no feeling. Waves of darkness dimmed her vision. The edge of the counter disappeared. Her knees buckled. Blackness engulfed her.

* * *

“Manon!” Rafe Marshall leaped from the examining table in time to catch her before she hit the floor. He cradled her against his chest. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he whispered. Why did she think he was dead? He knew news of his accident had been kept quiet because the police believed he’d been deliberately forced off the road. Who had told her? Had the informant been the driver of the dark car his rescuer had seen speeding from the scene?

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A Few Lines from... Betty Jo Schuler

A Few Lines from Finding Freedom by Betty Jo Schuler

Celeste Hart glared at the twenty-nine candles on her birthday cake. She’d squandered her last fourteen birthday wishes asking for a fairy tale romance, and her life still read like an instruction manual. The frog she’d hoped would turn into a prince—God rest his soul—had been a cheating toad. Leaning her hands on her glass-topped kitchen table, she puffed out her cheeks and blew. I wish I’d meet a man who would turn my life into a sizzling romance novel.

“Easy.” Marianne Joest raised an auburn brow as she swiped cream frosting from her blouse with a manicured nail. Closing her eyes, she sucked her fingertip. “Mm. Next best thing to an orgasm.”

“My life is half over, I haven’t made love in I - can’t - remember - when, and you talk about orgasm?”

 

“Half over?” Marianne snorted. “And I thought Susan was the drama queen.” She cut two slices of cake and handed Celeste one.

  

Celeste shook her head. “It’s loaded with fat.”

            

 “Dammit, Cee. This is carrot cake, a vegetable with frosting. You’re thin enough no matter what Harry said, and twenty-nine isn’t the beginning of menopause.”

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A Few Lines from ... Kat Attalia

A few lines from China Blue, by Kat Attalia

At eight p.m., he drove to the camp. The dark skies overhead made it seem later than dusk. Just to make sure he covered his bases, he ran his Jeep off the road in a ravine deep enough to need a tow-truck to get out. By the time he reached her Craftsman house, he was soaked to the skin. Damn! He never thought a summer rain could be so freaking cold. A woman who fed the squirrels and birds would not turn her back on a stranded motorist. Would she?

He knocked on the door and waited. The air rumbled with a distant thunder. In the past decade, he had thought about her many times: The sad young girl with the magnificent eyes. So he wasn't prepared for the woman who opened the door. Her eyes were that same bright blue, but  the rest of her bore little resemblance to the skinny teenager in that  hospital bed. Her hair had grown back and fell below her shoulders in  thick black waves. Denim jeans molded long legs and a fitted tee shirt  revealed a hint of cleavage at the scoop neck. But her most striking feature was the rifle cradled in her arms.

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A Few Lines from...Juliet Waldron

A Few Lines from Nightingale by Juliet Waldron

"By the Blessed Mother, I shall not be your slave forever. I swear it!"

Max stopped at the door, one powerful hand resting on the high latch, gazing back at her.

"The day will come when I shall relinquish you to whatever fate devises," he replied evenly, as if this, too, was an outcome he would control. "But, Klara, haven't your teachers explained that words should be chosen precisely? You are not my slave. A more perfect metaphor would be that of a little brown nightingale kept in a fine and luxurious cage for her own good."

"Your pet!"

"My sweet, sweet songbird." Tenderness, for the first time in this encounter, entered his voice. "My beautiful and wonderfully talented Nightingale."

As she began to weep, he'd said, "Now listen to me, Maria Klara and listen well! I charge you to always remember, I am the one who holds the key to your cage."

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A Few Lines from... Shirley Martin

A Few Lines from Wolf Magic by Shirley Martin

(This scene takes place after the heroine has been jailed for stealing.)

He reached her cell and - Annwn?

Shock rendered him speechless, his throat dry. His heart pounded wildly.

Sitting on the floor, she held her shift in clawed hands, her arms and  legs covered with fur. Her face red with shame, she turned away from him. He heard her sobs, saw her trembling.

This is Annwn?

He clenched his hands, fighting for control. Helpless to do anything, he  could only stare. He discarded his shock; his heart turned over with love and pity for her.




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A Few Lines From... Sheila Claydon

A Few Lines from Kissing Maggie Silver by Sheila Claydon

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean that to happen."

Her face was flushed, her lips still slightly parted as she looked up at him. "I know you didn't," she said, her voice and her gaze steady. "I know you are going away again Ruairi, and I know there won't be a place for me in your life when you do but...but can't we pretend it's not like that, just for today."

At a complete loss for words, he stared down at her. She was keeping whatever was going on inside her head to herself. All he could see reflected in her wide grey eyes were his own feelings of desire and frustration. It brought him to his senses and, his heart heavy, he shook his head.

"You know it doesn't work like that Maggie. If we take today, then we'll want tomorrow too, and the day after that."

"And would that really be so terrible," she whispered, her face pale now, her body rigid in the circle of his arms.

"Yes, because then I'd break your heart."

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A Few Lines From... A.M. Westerling

A Few Lines From A Knight For Love by A.M.Westerling

“I am Warin de Taillur,” he said simply. He gestured with his chin to the fresh mound and crudely fashioned cross. “Your traveling companion is now in a better place.” 

Alyna nodded, mute in her misery, the words slowly penetrating her mind. Traveling companion. David. She blinked hard, once, twice, against the tears, forcing them back. She had no time to cry anymore.

She sucked in a huge, ragged breath. How rude the man must find her. First she had hailed him, now sorrow over David’s death held her tongue. In truth, she hadn’t expected the knight to stop but he had. She opened her mouth to thank him and lifted her gaze enough to finally look him full in the face.

And froze, mouth yet gaping.

He radiated power. It emanated from his every pore, permeating the area around him with a tangible force she could almost reach out and touch.

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A Few Lines from... Jamie Hill

This week enjoy a few lines from Books We Love author Jamie Hill’s novel, Family Honor. 

He pulled a bigger knife from his pocket. “I know you’re gonna be whoever I want you to be. I’m gonna call you ‘Mama’, and you’ll call me ‘Dickie’. If you don’t like it, our little game will end a lot sooner. It’ll be disappointing  for me, but I can live with it.” He smiled. “Not sure you can.”

Family Honor by Jamie Hill

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A Few Lines from ... Jude Pittman

A Few Lines From Deadly Consequences by Jude Pittman

A shot rang out from the direction of the stables. Kelly leapt out of his chair, grabbed the gun out of his jacket pocket and slapped the screen door open.

“What the damn hell?” he yelled as he raced towards the brood barn, where Jake, alerted by the gunshot, stood in front of the closed doors barking like a beast gone rabid.

“Easy boy,” Kelly said, approaching the door with his weapon drawn. “Gilly, you okay in there?” Kelly reached the door and pulled the handle. It held fast. Someone had apparently locked it from inside.

“Gillian?” Kelly called in a voice laced with fear and Jake once again started his frantic barking.

“Okay. Stand down.” Kelly spoke to the dog, then placed his ear against the door and listened.

From inside came the sounds of sobbing.

“Gillian.” Kelly yelled again. “For God’s sake, open the door.”

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A Few Lines from... Rita Karnopp

A few lines from JEWISH SOUL – Book #3 of the Tango of Death Series
By Rita Karnopp

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Mayla watched the girls head for the bushes.  She turned toward the  men.  “If nothing else, everything will be worth it if we manage to  save their lives.  If any of us is captured, we must die before  breathing a word about the twins.”

She stretched out her hand and Chester placed his on top and Stane  placed his below.  “In the midst of all this evil . . . this is our one  good.”  Mayla smiled as they nodded in agreement.

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