Thursday, 15 August 2013
Swoon Thursday (2)
I'm back again this Thursday with another Swoon-steal-my-breath excerpt of the book I'm currently reading. SWOON Thursday is hosted by YA Bound.
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From the book you’re currently reading, or one you just finished, tell us what made you SWOON. What got your heart pounding, your skin tingling, and your stomach fluttering.
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My first swoon: BET ME by Jennifer Cruise
Her face was blissful, her mouth soft and pouted, her full lower lip glazed with icing, and as she teased the last of the chocolate from her lip, Cal heard a rushing in his ear. The rush became a whisper--THIS one--and he breathed deeper, and before she could open her eyes, he leaned in and kissed her, tasting the chocolate and the heat of her mouth, and she froze for a Moment and then kissed him back, sweet and insistent, blanking out all coherent thought. He let the taste and the scent and the warmth of her wash over him, drowning in her, and when she finally pulled back, he almost fell into her lap.
My second swoon is from my upcoming Paranormal Romance HOMECOMING.
His hands left her arms and cupped her face like she was something fragile. Something beautiful. Someone loved and wanted. His gaze dropped to her mouth, and he trailed his thumb over her lower lip, transfixed. A smile tugged the corners of his lips as his mouth came crashing down on hers, rough like his voice and impatient and desperate. His tongue swept across her lips, seeking entrance, and she opened up to him, claiming her, caressing, fighting to dominate. Showing her how much he’d missed her, telling her she was his. He deepened the kiss, sliding his hands to her hips and pulling her flush to his body, his claws digging into her skin. The kiss, the way he held her, reminded her of the last kiss he’d bestowed on her before she left him. Passionate. Reverent. Tender. Her hands slid up to circle his neck, pulling him lower, wanting more, Everything. Her fingers skated their way up to dig into his cropped hair. Gods, she was powerless to him.
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