Just A Few Lines from Mystic Mountain by Tricia McGill

A few lines from Mystic Mountains by Tricia McGill

"So, you're filling out a bit, I see." He tightened his grip just below
her breasts. "A full belly hasn't improved your temper though. Now, be
still, little bundle. I'm your master an' I have the right to do as I
like with you."

"Do as you like?" Isabella squirmed away from him. With violently
shaking hands she straightened her skirt. Her cheeks flamed when she
looked up to see he watched her every movement closely, as if it was his
right. The twinkle in his eyes made her temper rise. "I'll kill myself
if you take what you see as your rights. Anyway, what would you want
with the likes of me when you have so many other women chasing after you?"

"Oho, so you've heard the tales of my exploits with the fair sex, have
you? I feel I must set you straight on that account. There aren't that
many. But you're right on one thing. I wouldn't fancy you in a fit. I
prefer my women to be amenable." He placed his hands on his hips,
returning her stare with the arrogance that set her teeth on edge.

"Then I'm saved from a fate worse than death, for amenable I'll never
be." Isabella stepped out of his reach. But to her horror he made a grab
for her, grasping her hand. She tugged but he refused to release it.

"Now then, which fruit did you want?" he asked, his tone now quite
pleasant. "Perhaps I can reach it without resorting to climbing the tree."

Isabella stared at him, then pointed to a bunch within easy
reach for him. "That one, and those there." She breathed a small sigh of
relief when he finally let her go then reached up to pluck them.

"Hold out your apron," he ordered, dropping the apples in. "There, will
that satisfy Thelma?"

Pulling free the cloth tied round his neck, he used it to wipe his brow.
As he retied it he watched her like a cat stares at a cornered mouse.

"I ... I think so." Isabella gathered her apron to her chest and turned
to flee, but he caught her by the arm again.

"Bella. Satisfy my curiosity, will you?"

His soft tone made her suspicious. She watched him cautiously. "How?"

"Are you happy here in my household?" he asked softly, those strange
eyes of his searching hers.

"As happy as any woman can be working for an Englishman." That was a
dreadful lie, for she'd seldom been happier.

"You're not yet a woman, Bella. You have a lot to learn about how real
women behave."

She disagreed, but wasn't about to go into that argument now.

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Just a Few Lines from The Bookstore Lady by Diane Bator

      A Few Lines from The Bookstore Lady by Diane Bator

 




When the hunched over, balding pharmacist next door called
out, “Good morning, Katie,” her hand flinched and her heart raced. It took her
nearly a full minute to remember she’d been Katie Mullins for two months and
she’d better answer before he got offended.

“Hi.” She nodded.

The drugstore opened at eight every morning and it was now
quarter to ten. Must have been a slow morning if he had time to stand in the
doorway with a large cup of coffee rather than hanging out behind the back
counter. “You’d best convince Ray to get some air-conditioning for that store
before your new books curl up and warp. It’s beyond me how he’s never lost half
his books every summer.”

“Dust absorbs the humidity.” She smiled wryly. “I don’t
think we can afford air-conditioning this year.”

“I know a guy who’ll give you a quote. He’s not bad looking
once you get past the bug eyes and scars. I can call him, if you’d like.”

“Maybe some other time.” Like when hell froze over.

He waved and went back into the drugstore.

Katie drew in a deep breath. The air was fresh from last
night’s rain and the hint of a breeze mussed her hair. In two months, the only
thing to find her was the sunshine and a case of withdrawals that made renovations
hell. Nate, bless his heart, had had more compassion while she fought “the flu”
than any man she’d ever met.

She blew a strand of stray copper hair out of her mouth and
jiggled the door lock. Another thing that needed to be fixed before winter. She
should have done it during renovations, but it hadn’t seemed as important as
books and workmen. Luckily, Nate worked cheap and she hadn’t had to dig into
the money from Dunnsforth. The money was tucked up in a box in the backroom,
fastened with half a roll of duct tape. She’d ask him to fix the lock when he
delivered her order later.

The door opened with a groan. “It’s about time.”

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Just a few Lines from The Abduction of Mary Rose by Joan Hall Hovey

This week, a few lines from The Abduction of Mary Rose by Joan Hall Hovey

The teenage girl hurried along the darkening street, head down in a vain attempt to divert attention from herself as she headed for her bus stop, still over a block away. The car behind her was a soft growl in the still, warm air.  The day was fast fading, the sky a light mauve, only a sprinkling of stars yet. Soon it would be dark... Ignore them, she told herself. But it was impossible to do with the car following so close that the heat from the motor brushed her bare legs, like a monster's breath.

 

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Just A Few Lines by Connie Vines

A Few Lines From. . . 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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Just A Few Lines from His Betrayal Her Lies by Angel de' Amor

This week, a few lines from His Betrayal Her 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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Just a Few Lines from Winter Fire by Kathy Fischer-Brown

A Few Lines from…

Kathy Fischer-Brown

Winter Fire

"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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Just A Few Lines from Bride of the Baja by Jane Toombs

Bride of
the Baja by Jane Toombs

After a long
ride Alitha was untied, pulled down from the horse
and carried to a hut, where she was pushed inside
and left alone in the darkness. She lay huddled on the
ground for a moment listening to the sounds around
her—the pounding of the surf, the drunken shouts
of the men, the neighing of horses, the barking of
dogs.

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Just a Few Lines from Shattered Dreams by 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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Just a Few Lines From Finding Freedom by Betty Jo Schuler

Finding Freedom

CELESTE HARTE 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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Just a Few Lines from Shadowed Heart by Hazel Statham

A Few Lines from Hazel Statham

Today, a few lines from His Shadowed Heart by Hazel Statham.

The shadows of the remaining light played across Caroline’s sleeping countenance and he smoothed a lock of hair that had strayed across her forehead. He knew the desire that his lips should follow his finger’s course, but even in his state of inebriation, he knew this would be foolish.

For several minutes, he watched his wife sleep, eventually placing his head upon the pillow beside her. His lips curved into a loving smile as his eyes drank in her sleep-softened

countenance and he felt her breath caress his cheek. The longing to hold her became an almost physical thing and his arms ached with the suppressed desire.

Eventually she stirred, muttering incoherently in her sleep, and he raised himself up. *What foolishness is this*, he thought. *I am acting like a callow youth, *and immediately he was on his feet. Snatching up the light, he went quickly out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

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Just a Few Lines from China Blue by Kat Attalla

A Few Lines From. . .Kat Attalla

This week, a few lines from Kat Attalla's China Blue:

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 hospitalbed. 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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Just A Few Lines from Wolf Magic by Shirley Martin

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

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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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Just a Few Lines from Magic of the Chimes by Pat Dale

A Few Lines From . . .Pat Dale

A Few Lines From....Magic of the Chimes by Pat Dale

What is it with this guy and my chest?

His focus remained at that point when she set the food before him, random thoughts flitting through her mind.

“Here’s your breakfast, Mr. Williams. Howie. I hope everything is done to your satisfaction.” She knew instantly her choice of words was wrong again when he leered up at her.

“Oh, yes. Very much so.” Returning his focus to her chest, he added, “Full and firm, and very nicely formed.” He grinned and winked.

That did it. She’d begun to pour more coffee into his cup when her arm slipped. The hot brown liquid scored a bulls-eye in his lap.



 
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Just A few Lines form Kissing Maggie Silver by Sheila Claydon

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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Just A Few Lines from A Knight For Love by 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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Just a Few Lines featuring Deadly Consequences by 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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Just a Few Lines via Gail Roughton from The Color of Seven

The Dark Series: The Color of Seven




He walked up to a little backwoods Alabama black Church. Seven

Cedars Baptist. It stood right outside Seven Cedars, Alabama. He laughed. “Be you de sebbenth son of a sebbenth son,

boy?” Well, maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t. Sounded good, though. He went

inside to join the ongoing service. Within a month, he’d collected a group of

ten or so of the black community’s finest young men. He met with them down by the

banks of Seven Cedar Creek.



“My name be Cain,” he announced. “An’ my color be sebben.”



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Just A Few Lines Ginger Simpson from A Novel Murder

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“I’m going to resign!”

“Resign?” Naomi’s mouth gaped.

“God, you sound just like Tony. Relax. Not right at the

moment, but as soon as our current cases are solved. I can’t walk away when

women...one of which I’ve met, are losing their lives.”

“So, have you really thought this through?”

“You have no idea. I actually made some progress on my novel

tonight, but my muse isn’t cooperating because I can’t stop thinking about

Kitten and Persia.”

“When did you get cats?”

“Oh, Nay. Those are the stripper names of the two dead

women.”

“Hmm, yeah now I remember. Sorry, guess I had a memory

lapse. So more about this resignation thing...”

“I have my writing to fall back on, and my editor thinks

this next story is going to be the one that makes me big bucks. I’m making out

pretty good on the first, but I love to write, so being

free of the force will

give me the time I need.”



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Just a Few Lines - Sydell Voeller - The Fisherman's Daughter

A few lines from THE FISHERMAN'S DAUGHTER


By Sydell Voeller



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"So you're a cop," she said, meeting his stunningly blue yes, noting the breeze ripple through his hair. He certainly fit the stereotype. Broad shouldered and strong. Opened black leather jacket with the collar turned up. An incredible heart-stopper with his sophisticated good looks. But copes were the worst choice for a husband, she reminded herselfâ€"even if she were looking for one, which she definitely was not. Cops lived in the fast track. With violence. And danger. Cops were gunned down every day.



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Just a Few Words from Snatched by Vijaya Schartz

A few lines from SNATCHED




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There, in the bright light, walked a tall muscular man, young, his long

blond hair framing a tan face with icy gray eyes... The visage of Adonis on

Hercules' body.



Zania's gaze roamed over the regular lines of his jaw, the full, sensual

lips, dimpled chin, down the expanse of his hairless pectorals, and stopped

on the leather cod piece embossed with Tor's hammer. That's all he wore. So,

he was a Viking.



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