tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926345421909415577.post7503851900452482440..comments2024-03-28T09:00:35.317-04:00Comments on Reading Between the Wines Book Club: Sexy Snippets: A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses) by Sarah J. MaasCrystal @ RBtWBChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08452361936625217579noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926345421909415577.post-76693889728763581662018-01-17T10:02:13.234-05:002018-01-17T10:02:13.234-05:00Nice! Thanks for sharing, Linda! ;-) Nice! Thanks for sharing, Linda! ;-) Crystal @ RBtWBChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08452361936625217579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926345421909415577.post-92030667676524130662018-01-14T21:01:44.030-05:002018-01-14T21:01:44.030-05:00I can't resist to share one more. This time it...I can't resist to share one more. This time it's from Dana Marton's latest romantic suspense entitled Silent Threat: <br /><br /> He scissored his legs, pulled hers out from under her, and brought her to the ground. Then, on some stupid impulse, he rolled on top of her to immobilize her, like he would have with an enemy combatant.<br /> She stared up at him, wide-eyed, her long hair spread over the carpet of autumn leaves. She was soft against all his hard places.<br /> “Maybe I could get into this one-with-nature business.”<br />Linda Townsendhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12129544923243154939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926345421909415577.post-57041995454589109972018-01-14T20:59:09.230-05:002018-01-14T20:59:09.230-05:00A snippet from Must Love More Kilts (Must Love #4)...A snippet from Must Love More Kilts (Must Love #4) by Angela Quarles read by Mary Jane Wells:<br /><br />“I did not mean to be so long away from you. I had clan business to take care of, which took longer than I anticipated.” <br />She nodded. “I understand.” <br />He blew out a breath. “I’m not sure you do. I was eager to get through that business precisely because I wanted it out of the way so that I could return to your side.” <br />Now it was her turn to feel her body flush with heat. “Oh yeah?” <br />“Aye.” He looked down at his hands and then slowly reached and clasped her hand resting against her thigh. The rough feel of his calloused hands on her skin, and the tentative vulnerability in the movement, about made her slide forward off the bench and melt in a puddle on the stone floor. <br />He really was just a big—quiet—teddy bear. <br />Linda Townsendhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12129544923243154939noreply@blogger.com