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Every Little Thing, Samantha Young Excerpt

To celebrate yesterday’s publication of Samantha Young‘s incredible Every Little Thing we have a special excerpt from the novel! Read on for Chapter 1: 

The early morning was dull, the waves a little rougher, a little more hurried than usual as they rushed the shore, and gulls flew above in a sky that matched the water perfectly in its melancholic gray.

Behind the floor‑to‑ceiling glass of his penthouse suite Vaughn stared out from his boardwalk hotel at the scene and thought how it wasn’t whole without his other senses in play. The boardwalk below, the beach, the ocean, it all seemed but a moving picture. The reality of it was in the caws of the gulls he couldn’t hear behind his expensive triple glazing. The reality of it was in the smells beyond the window— the salt air, the hot dogs, burgers, and the warm sweetness of cotton candy.

That’s what made his boardwalk feel like home.

Home.

Hmm.

He’d come to Hartwell to escape the ugliness he’d left behind in Manhattan. Hartwell was peaceful. Although it had thousands of tourists pouring in every summer, and there was always some kind of festival or celebration going on, there was a tranquility here that crowds of people couldn’t diminish.

Vaughn had needed that serenity. The plan was to soak up all that peace until the time came for him to go back to the center of his business operations in New York.

Somewhere along the way, Hartwell changed from a refuge to home.

Home is where the heart is.

His gaze wandered back outside to the stillness of the boardwalk, and to his utter frustration his heart jumped in his chest at a glimpse of bright auburn hair. He leaned forward to get a better look.

Sure enough.

It was her.

Bailey.

She strode down the boardwalk from the direction of her own establishment, Hart’s Inn, her long hair blowing in the wind. Vaughn pressed closer to the glass, trying to get a better look, but it was impossible from this height.

All he could make out were the jeans she wore tucked into brown ankle boots and the green sweater that was far too thin to be worn this early in the morning.

He frowned. The woman needed to buy a goddamn jacket.

She smiled and he caught sight of her neighbor Iris approaching her. For a moment he envied Iris that smile. It was hard to resist Bailey Hartwell’s smile. It had an effect on people.

On him.

Unfortunately.

Especially since he couldn’t recall a time when that smile had ever been directed at him.

Bailey followed Iris out of his line of sight.

He tried to follow them and smacked his head off the glass. “Fuck.” Vaughn rubbed at his forehead and turned away from the window.

His eyes were drawn to the huge bed across the room where a slender redhead whose name he couldn’t remember was lying sleeping.

One immediate problem was that he saw Bailey everywhere.

He even saw her in other women despite his best efforts to channel his attention elsewhere.

Ignoring the growing ache of longing in his chest, a half-dressed Vaughn took the white shirt that had been pressed and hung up for him off the hanger and shrugged it on. Then he chose a blue silk tie from his collection. His waistcoat and jacket followed suit. Dressed for the day, he strolled over to the bed and leaned down to nudge the redhead awake. She groaned and opened her eyes and instead of clear green eyes that made his blood burn, brown ones stared up at him.

“Time to leave.” He walked away without looking back.

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Jayne Ann Krentz Shares Scene from Illusion Town

Illusion Town

Jayne Ann Krentz, also known as Amanda Quick and Jayne Castle, has a scene from her brilliant Illusion Town for us today! Jayne’s world? Head on over to Harmony and discover a whole world where some natural-born talents have created some very dangerous people – and dust bunnies are real!

 

This scene takes place shortly after Hannah  West wakes up next to a man she barely knows, Elias Coppersmith.  Neither of them can remember what happened during the night . . .

 

 

“The night clerk is still on duty downstairs,” Elias said.  “He remembers checking us in.  He also said no one showed up asking questions about us.”

“Well, that sounds like good news,” Hannah said.  “Sort of.  I guess.”

“Yeah, that’s my take on it.  Assuming he wasn’t lying, of course.  But I’m inclined to believe him.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re still here and there’s no indication that anyone has tried to get into this room.”  Elias angled his head toward Virgil.  “Also, your dust bunny pal doesn’t seem to be concerned.”

Hannah looked at Virgil.  He was fully fluffed.  You could hardly see his ears or his six paws and only his baby blue eyes were showing.  When things got serious, his second set of eyes – the ones he used for hunting – popped open.  He was in full cute mode at the moment.  That was reassuring.

“Good point,” she said.  “But why are we dressed up?  It looks like we went out on the town.”

“A date, I think,” Elias said.

“I never date clients.”

“First time for everything.”

 “Let’s start with the basics,” she said.  “Where, exactly are we?”

“The Shadow Zone Motel.”  Elias plucked an old brochure off the nightstand and handed it to her.  “ ‘A luxurious retreat and spa in the heart of the Shadow Zone.  Every amenity designed with your privacy in mind.  Honeymoons our specialty.’”

“Honeymoons, hmm?”  She surveyed the room, taking in the shabby furnishings, yellowed walls and worn carpet.  “Looks like a hot sheet kind of place.”

“Yeah, that pretty much describes it.  But it seems clean.  Probably why we chose it.”

She started toward the bathroom.  The room shifted on its axis and then settled back into place. She stopped abruptly and massaged her temples, trying desperately to recover some memories.  The harder she tried, the more elusive the fleeting images became.

“Damn it, what happened to us?” she asked.

“I don’t know.” Elias went to the window.  He used the barrel of the strange weapon to ease the blinds aside.  “Best guess is that we got psi-burned sometime last night.  Somehow we found this place, checked in and crashed.”

Psi-burned.  That was not good.  She tried to remember what she knew about getting burned.  The effects were notoriously unpredictable and could vary from temporary amnesia to serious trauma or even complete destruction of the paranormal senses.   A really bad psi-burn could kill.

“We’re not dead,” she said. 

“There’s that,” he agreed.

She groped for memories and got only fleeting, meaningless flashes.  A dark street.  The full-throated roar of a big motorcycle engine.  A cupcake iced with white frosting.

A cupcake?

Another little rush of panic flickered through her, tightening her breathing.  Maybe she was hallucinating.  She told herself to process things slowly.

“I need to wash up,” she said.  “Maybe some cold water will clear my head.”

“Good luck with that.  Didn’t do much for me. Just make it quick.”

“Who, exactly, do you think is after us?”

“I have no idea,” Elias said.

“Oh, hey, don’t try to sugarcoat your answer.”

“Sorry.  Figured you’d want the truth.”

“I do.” She paused.  “I think.”

She started toward the bathroom again, automatically rezzing a little talent.  Overwhelming relief snapped through her when she felt her para senses stir in response.  Between one breath and the next the room was suddenly illuminated in a range of colors that she had not been able to perceive while in her normal vision. 

Not that the place looked any more attractive when viewed in light from the paranormal ends of the spectrum, she thought.  It was still a hot sheet motel.

“Yeah, I’ve still got my talent, too,” Elias said.  “Whatever burned us didn’t wipe out our para senses,  just our memories of last night.”

She stared at him.  “You could feel me rez my senses?”

“Sure.  Hard to not notice.  You’re strong.”

That was true.  But it took a powerful talent to sense that sort of thing from across the room. 

Well, she had known that he was a high-end talent, she reminded herself.  She hurried toward the bathroom.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” she said.

“By the way, one more thing you should know about our current situation,” Elias said.

She paused in the doorway and looked back at him.  “How bad is this one more thing?”

“Depends on your point of view.  We’re married.”

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