Sam's Sunday Snippets

When your name is Valentine, February’s pretty much gonna suck.

Valentine Smith H-A-T-E-S the month of February. The constant jokes about her name and comparisons to the chubby guy with arrows are enough to make her want to run and hide for the entire month.

But, this Valentine's Day, the ultimate joke is about to be played on poor Valentine. She's supposed to choke on a chocolate heart and die. You'd think that would be bad enough. But when she misses her chance to die, she finds herself running from an overly ambitious angel and a sexier-than-hell devil named Abbadon. In the race between good and evil it's no contest. Hell has sexy green eyes, lots of yummy muscles, and a truly decadent pair of lips to ease her pain!

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Don lay listening to Valentine’s soft humph, humph sounds as she slept. He leaned against the headboard, smiling as she snored. His heart was fuller than it had ever been. He felt like he’d waited several lifetimes for the woman sleeping beside him. But at the same time his heart was breaking. She was so full of energy. So vibrant. So wonderfully alive. Yet he would have to take that away from her. Would she be different in her soul form? Would she lose her appeal?

Don’s immediate reaction to those questions was denial. Looking at her lying boneless, rosy-cheeked, and seemingly content beside him, he doubted she would ever lose her appeal for him. But sometimes souls didn’t take death well. Sometimes it turned them sour. His world would end if he was the cause of Valentine Smith turning sour.

Whatever she’d done with her life, she was a bright light in the human world. A light whose loss would dim existence for those remaining behind. He frowned. He didn’t think he could do it.

Valentine wrinkled her nose, tossing her head in her sleep. Don reached over and collected the silky strand of hair that was tickling her nose, his frown turning to a smile.

He suddenly knew he couldn’t kill her. He knew it with the certainty of having lived for hundreds of years. He was a cynic -- a selfish, thoughtless man -- but he also knew a fire had started in his belly over the beautiful woman lying next to him, and that fire had inflamed his heart for the first time in his long, long existence.

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Sam's Sunday Snippets

Valentine's Day is just around the corner! In celebration, I thought I'd highlight all my fun and sexy Cupid titles over the next few weeks. Starting with my V-day title from last year, Cupid Only Rings Twice. Enjoy!



This Valentine’s Day, Rori’s gonna meet an honest to god Cupid. And he’ll use more than arrows to win her love.

Rori Foster is too beautiful to find love. Men just can’t seem to look past her exterior to recognize the human being inside. But, this Valentine’s Day, Rori’s gonna meet an honest to god Cupid. And he’ll use more than arrows to win her love.

Unfortunately he’ll have to save her from the bad intentions of a cocky Love Demon first.

But Damios is determined to protect her. Even if he loses her in the process.

Damios lowered his head, capturing her exquisite lips in a kiss that was less a tender wish and more an urgent promise. Her mouth opened under his and he accepted her offer, slipping his tongue past her lips to savor her sweet taste.

She moaned softly as his hands slipped around her waist, up her back, and pulled her tightly against his chest. Her body heated under his kiss and her incredible scent slipped over him.

Damios broke the kiss long enough to say, “I lied. I want to come inside.”

They both stilled for a moment, Damios realizing how his declaration had sounded and Rori’s lips twitching under a suppressed grin.

He rested his forehead against hers, finding it hard to breathe. “Sorry. That came out wrong.”

She chuckled huskily, skimming the tip of one velvet thumb across his bottom lip. “No. It came out just right.”

Damios bit her thumb softly and slipped his hands down her body, cupping the firm roundness of her buttocks. His lips found hers again and he groaned as she ground herself against him.

Their kiss gained heat, their bodies thrumming under the imperative of a building need. Their tongues tangled, danced, and their hands skimmed, exploring with growing intensity.

Rori pulled away and grabbed his hand. “Come on.”

As she unlocked the door, Damios pressed himself against her back, reveling in her soft curves against his hard, hungry body. She twisted the key, halting in the act of pushing the door open as he swept his tongue down her neck, gently biting the top of her shoulder.

Damios felt her groan of pleasure thrum through his chest and grasped her chin, turning her to capture her scrumptious lips in an intense kiss. Placing one hand on her soft buttocks, and the other hand at the back of her neck, Damios deepened the kiss and walked them backward, into the house.

It was cool and dark inside Rori’s home and smelled of roses.

They didn’t bother with the lights, didn’t bother with anything other than each other.

Damios pressed her up against the nearest wall, clasping her hands in his and lifting them over her head. “You taste like sugar.” His lips left her face and trailed down her throat, his tongue tasting the spot where the fragrant column flowed into her shoulders. “Feel like warm satin.” He nibbled his way across the top of her shoulder, moaning. “Smell like moonlight.”

Rori leaned her head back and sucked in a soft breath as his head dipped lower, to taste the deep crevice between her breasts. He murmured, “Delectable,” the word muffled as he pressed his lips along the satin fullness of her breasts.

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Sam's Sunday Snippets

This week's snippet is from my newest Halloween Love Series book. Deep, Dark, Desire will be available on cyber shelves tomorrow! I hope you enjoy it!

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Ashton Casey is Lupire. But he doesn’t know it. He thinks he’s a vampire. In a sinister attempt to create his own deadly army, a sorcerer entrapped him and subjected him to decades of torture and re-engineering, twisting his mind and slowly turning him into a monster.

But the Lupire Council has been searching for him and others like him. They’ve sent a Lupa Guardian warrior, Faye Nicci, to find him. When their minds find each other during the search, Faye must quickly become accustomed to the idea that Ash might be her mate.

She doesn’t have much time to get used to the idea. Though he’s fought it as long as he can, Ash is mere hours away from succumbing to the sorcerer’s poison. With the mating heat riding them hard, and the sorcerer doing all he can to keep them apart, it will take a miracle for these ill-fated lovers to find each other. 

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Ashton flung himself at the door to his prison, his powerful voice throbbing against the rough rock walls with a power that shook those very walls. In the distance, the haunting song of his fellow prisoners rose to join with his, their combined music filled with the pain of loss he’d only just started to embrace.

Inside his mind, all was silence. And darkness. His mate was gone.

Ashton screamed her name into the deep darkness she’d left behind and raked razor sharp claws down his own chest, spilling the thick, rich blood that was all that was left of his humanity.

His lips opened and he growled out her name, dropping to his knees before the heavy grate which separated him from her. Ashton clawed at the rock beneath the gate, his mind twisting into a madness so deep and dark he feared nothing would ever draw him back to sanity.

His hands raw from his mindless clawing, his bloodied chest heaving with pain, Ashton willed himself to die rather than succumb to the sorcerer’s plan.

But it was too late, he felt the final phase of his change to a death wolf beginning.

No longer caring, Ashton threw back his head and howled. His final farewell to the female he might have loved.

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Sam's Sunday Snippets

Every year a write a new installment for my sexy Halloween Love novella series. I'm currently working on Book 4, Deep, Dark, Desire, expected publication date September 15th. Moon Burn is Book 2 in the series. I hope you enjoy this snippet!

About the series: My Halloween Love series follows the Lupire, a race of elite protectors with both werewolf and vampire in their bloodlines, and the beautiful black females of the Lupa Guardian pack. These two elite groups share a common goal...to protect the magical and human worlds from evil. What they don't realize...yet...is that their destinies are also intertwined under mating magic...the most powerful force any of them will ever encounter.

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Before Bren knew what was happening his lips were touching hers. It was the gentlest of touches, barely there, but the effect was searing. Her nipples hardened and her thighs tightened on a wave of pure lust.

Time stopped. The sounds of the party beyond her office door faded to the background and were forgotten. Bren’s body surged into near painful awareness of the man sitting next to her. Her skin tingled with it, as if doused in magic drenched air.

His fingers touched her cheek and slipped, featherlike, toward her temple, where they slid into her hair and got caught, pulling strands from the braid she used to keep the soft curls at bay.

His breath was fire against her lips. The places where his skin touched hers burned. His scent, oh gods his scent… Bren felt faint. He pressed the kiss more firmly for just a second and then broke it, leaning slightly away. “Your skin’s on fire.”

Bren gulped, unable to tear her gaze away from his face. “Yes.”

“Are you all right?”

“No.”

“Should I call 911?”

Her response was to lean close and recapture his lips in a searing, knee melting kiss.

Micca reached up and tried to slide his fingers through her incredibly soft hair. They caught again on the braided strands. He found the elastic band at the ends and yanked it off, allowing the fragrant silk to slide heavily over his hand. He wrapped an arm around her waist and stood, pulling her up tight against his body, so that he could feel every softly padded curve on her long body.

God she was sexy. He’d been lusting after the tall, sexy black woman for weeks, and he’d been sure she felt the same way about him. Unfortunately, she’d worked too hard to avoid him and Micca had noticed. He’d never been one to push himself on a woman.

Even a woman whose aura screamed for him.

He almost came on the spot when she wrapped her long legs around his hips and arched her pubis into him, grinding against the hard ridge beneath his jeans. His tongue slipped inside her sweet mouth, tangling hungrily with hers.

He groaned as she captured his tongue between her teeth and nibbled, slipping an overheated palm up the inside of his shirt and gliding it over his skin to tweak a nipple.

The difference in their temperatures was stark. Micca had always run cool, where Bren cast heat away from her body like the sun emitted its rays. It was just one more thing to draw him in.

He reveled in her heat. 

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