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(You can check out the snippet(s) online here)
Snippet Part 2 (Warning there will be smexy bits) Cause it’s Friday damn it!
By Gordon on July 30, 2010
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Damn it all to hell. “Who snitched?”
“When you called Barabas, it became an issue and he had to give Jim a heads up in case our security had to storm the GBI offices and bust you out of there. I found out when I saw Jim walking down the hallway snickering to himself.”
I made a mental note to punch Jim in the arm next time I saw him. “Thought it was funny, did he?”
Curran’s face took on a steel-hard expression. “I didn’t think it was funny.”
Oh-oh. “People were about to die and I could save them.”
“You could’ve been killed. For what? For the necromancers?”
“There was a girl. The PAD opened fire and cut her leg almost completely off. She might have been twenty tops. She almost bled to death in my office.”
“It was her choice. If she wanted to stay safe, she could’ve joined the Girl Scouts. She isn’t out selling cookies, she’s piloting diseased corpses for a living.”
I twisted, trying to break the lock of his fingers on my wrists. “So you would’ve stood by and let the PAD kill four people?”
Curran moved my hands back and forth, looking into my ears of all places, as if the answer was hiding in there. “Four of the People. Not only that, but I can take a shot from M24. You can’t.”
I jerked my hands above my head. The move stretched him above me and suddenly we were face to face. A little thrill ran through me. Being in close proximity to Curran always made arguing difficult. I still managed.
“When you offered me this business, did you think I would stay in the office all day baking cookies?”
“Nobody ever died of being shot by a cookie.”
He had me there. I groped about my brain for a snappy come back. “There is always the first time.”
Oh now there was a brilliant response. No doubt he’d now collapse at my feet in awe at my intellectual magnificence.
“If anybody could manage being shot by a cookie, it would be you.” Curran shifted his weight on top of me. His hold relaxed.
I bumped his nose with my forehead, gently. “Boom. Now you’re dazed and bleeding all over. And then I free my hands and knock you over, like so.” I slipped my hand out of his hold and nudged his side with my fist. “And then I have my evil way with you, while lay there, helpless.”
“And bleeding?”
“No, you stopped bleeding, because you’re a shapeshifter.”
He jerked my hand aside and dipped his head. His lips brushed mine, at first tender, than teasing, then insistent and I melted right into it. His tongue parted my lips and slid inside of my mouth. His tongue teased mine and I teased back, asking for more, drinking him in.
“I’m glad you’re alive,” he told me.
“Me too.”
I nipped his lower lip. His eyes turned a darker grey. He dipped his head and kissed me again. The shock of his tongue against mine was electrifying. I smelled him, I tasted him, I felt his arms around me, and it left me dizzy and breathless, and craving more. I slid my arms around his neck, molding myself against him. The hard muscle bunched under my fingers, and I kissed him back, his lips, the corner of his mouth, the sensitive point under his jaw, tasting his sweat and the sharp touch of stubble on my lips. He made a quiet masculine noise, halfway between a deep growling rumble and a purr. My heart beat faster. I wanted out of my clothes. His hands slid under my sweatshirt. I arched my back…
He stopped.
“What?”
Curran pulled his hand out. His fingers were dark with congealed blood. “Human.”
Aaaaand the happy moment screeched to a halt.

Here are the links to the special shorts from Curran and Nick's Point of Views.
Curran
Magic Bites:
* POV 1
Magic Burns:
* POV 1, Part 1
* POV 1, Part 2
Magic Strikes:
* POV 1, Part 1
* POV 1, Part 2
Nick
Unspecified time:
* POV 1

So, what to get him hooked on next??? >:)



Wow Steph you are so lucky. I couldn't get my hubby to read these books for anything.


He really liked it especially since he likes True Blood. He was interested in the differences between the show and the book so your husband may be too.


Snippet for a cold gray Monday. (We are still chilling)
By Gordon on August 9, 2010
He laughed quietly in my ear. “I like when you make that noise.”
A loud knock echoed through the apartment. Curran growled.
“It’s probably Jim.”
For a moment he didn’t say anything. I could see it in his face: he was calculating if he could send Jim packing without insulting him. Considering that Jim dropped everything and ran over her after being “royally summoned”, sending him away was out of the question.
Curran had reached the same conclusion. “We should revisit this discussion after dinner.”
“You think you’re up to it? Lifting all those weights must’ve tired you out.”
He turned on his way to the door and flashed a wicked grin at me. “We’ll see, baby.”
Oh boy. I took out an extra plate.
Jim followed Curran into the kitchen. Some people made it hard to guess their profession by their looks. Jim looked like a leg breaker. It was an image he very carefully cultivated. Six two and muscled like a middleweight boxer, Jim wore black: black boots, black jeans, black shirt, black cloak, edged with dark fur, black gloves with cut off fingers. His skin was dark brown, and he looked distinctly monochromatic, like a wedge of darkness cut in the fabric of the kitchen. People mistook him for a thug, which was what he wanted. It was a costly mistake to make.
“Damn, Jim, you’re so flamboyant. Like a peacock with all these colorful clothes. You should tone it down a little, if you want people to take you seriously.” There. Payback for ratting me out.
Jim inclined his head in a light bow. “Mate.”
Ass. I set the plate of meat in front of him and dropped into my chair.
Jim shrugged off his cloak, hung on the back of the chair, sat down, and waited.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
Curran cut a piece off his steak. “He’s waiting for you to start eating.”
In the Pack, alphas ate first and everybody else second. Jim was the alpha of Clan Cat, but I, being Curran’s mate, was the alpha of the Pack. I had earned the alpha rights in a ten day marathon of murder three months ago, when Curran lay in a coma and ambitious shapeshifters lined up by the bedroom door, trying to separate me from Curran by helping me find my wings. Jim was on my side then and now. We went way back, to the Mercenary Guild, where we occasionally teamed up to tackle harder gigs.
And now he refused to eat until I started. Great.
I cut my meat. “Why do you do this? In public, I can understand, but there is nobody here except us three.”
“Once you start doing something, it becomes a habit.” Jim picked up his fork. “If I do it too many times in private, I might forget myself and do it in public.”
I put chunk of venison into my mouth. I had to give it to Curran, it was perfectly cooked.
“You are the Consort,” Jim said. “Get used to it.”
“The Consort?”
Jim grimaced. “Alpha is confusing, you don’t want to be called Mate, and Beast Lady makes people laugh. You are the Consort. That’s how you’re identified in the official documents. It’s been spread around Keep for a week.”
Great. The consort.
“A present.” Curran slid my papers toward Jim.
Jim read the first page, the second and looked at Curran. Curran nodded at me.
Jim turned to me. “You shouldn’t have this.”
“You shouldn’t have done this.”
“None of it is illegal.”
“It borders on criminal conduct. It was explained to me this morning that taken together, this constitutes a pattern of malicious behavior.”
Muscles played along Jim’s jaw. “Explained by whom?”

Aw, how nice of those people to try and help her find her wings, lol!

And look I found a picture of Curran. Was watching a lame show Spartacus: Blood and Sand while reading Magic Strikes and this is how I pictured Curran in the arena





I know not everyone has read Bayou Moon and additionally, not everyone reads previews in the back of books.
So, if you are interested in the Magic Slays snippet, you can read it here . :)

I brought him up to speed on everything, including Teddy Jo's freezer.
A shadow passed over Curran's face. "Did the tentacles glow after you cut them?"
"Yeah. Do you recognize it?"
He nodded. "I don't know if I can share that kind of iinformation with a woman who refused to kiss me."
"How about a woman who might drown you in this bathtub?"
"Clearly, the medication is affecting your judgment."
I elbowed him in the chest, at about half power. He clenched my arm and twisted me. I jabbed my knuckles in his throat. Curran grabbed my fist, pulled, water splashed and then somehow I was straddling him, while he pinned my arms to my body. I could've broken out - he was holding me very carefully, but I didn't want to.
The best defense is a good offense. "Give up and tell me about the tentacles."
"Or?"
"Or I'll headbutt you, break the beer bottle on the wall, and slice your throat."
Ah, young love. LOL!

"...here is a small snippet. Wolves and hyenas are not the best of friends. Who knew? ;) This book, for some odd reason, decided to turn into a lot of fun.
***
"What are you doing here?"
Ascanio offered me a dazzling smile, broadcasting "I could never do anything wrong" with all his might. "Obeying the Beast Lord, Consort."
"Elaborate." Why was everybody calling me consort all the sudden?
"I've been assigned to bodyguard you."
You've got to be kidding me.
Derek snorted.
Ascanio pretended not to hear it. "The Beast Lord spoke to me this morning. I'm responsible for your wellbeing and if you get injured, I'll answer to him personally."
Oh that bastard. Found the kid an impossible job, did he?
Derek laughed quietly.
Ascanio finally deemed it necessary to to acknowledge Derek's existence. "Is something funny?"
"I don't even know you, and I feel sorry for you."
Ascanio turned a shade paler. "Are you saying I'm not capable of protecting the Consort, wolf?"
Derek let out a derisive chortle. "You got arrested by two human cops while getting your freak on at the courthouse steps. You're not capable of protecting yourself."
"They were female cops," Ascanio said. "And I had a fun time. When was the last time you got laid? Let me know if you need some pointers."
Derek bared his teeth.
I hit him with my hard stare. "I'll be right back. Stay here. Do not touch each other."
"You don't have to worry about me," Ascanio said. "I can't speak for the wolf, but I prefer women."
"Zip it."


And I like how they progress with Kate and Curran's relationship. I hate in series where it's the "will they, won't they" conundrum all the way through. And then at the last possible moment they get together and then you never actually see what they're like as a couple.

This is not only true for the Andrews but they are really generous (and make me want to turn the calendar forward a few months) with the snippets and they update ever so frequently. I enjoy that a lot.




Here is a link to the first one:
http://www.ilona-andrews.com/2010/05/...
I especially like this one:
http://www.ilona-andrews.com/2010/10/...
Actually I like them both!

Still, don't you love that snippet? I'm afraid I'm repeating myself but I just love reading the (more or less) same story from another point of view. Expecially if it's coming from Curran!!


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