Swoon #YABound

Ahhhhh, nothing like a steamy, hot cup of meme first thing in the morning ;). The fabulous women over at YABound created this weekly tradition of swooning, and boy does it waken the senses quicker than my companionable cup of Folgers.

Who's more swoon-worthy than Daemon Black? I finally gave in to the hype and started reading the Lux novels everyone was going crazy over, and man-o-man, am I ever so stoked that I did.

My Swoon this week is plucked from Onyx by Jennifer Armenstrout...

"I don't hate you now, Kat." He stared intently into my eyes. "I'm mad at you - at myself. I'm so angry, I can taste it. I want to find Blake and rearrange parts of his body. But do you know what I thought about all day yesterday? All night? The one single thought I couldn't escape, no matter how pissed off I am at you?"

"No," I whispered.

"That I'm lucky, because the person I can't get out of my head, the person who means more to me than I can stand, is still alive. She's still there. And that's you."

mm mm mm... Daemon is hot-headed, stubborn, and completely not above kicking someone's ass ~ I wouldn't have him any other way. Because not only is he all those things, he's also a protector, the responsible one (even if his plans aren't so well thought out), and he cares more deeply than most.


What are you swooning over today?


Happy Reading Everyone :)


~ Keely ~

Swoon #YABound

mm mm mm.. Nothing like a hot meme first thing in the morning.. How do you get in on the yumminess created by the lovely ladies over at YA Bound? Take a book you're reading or just recently finished and do tell what made you SWOON. You know, heart pounding, skin tingling, breathe taking, butterflies-wreaking-havoc-in-your-tummy moments.

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Mine is plucked from Susan Dennard's Something Strange and Deadly. Gotta love Daniel and his never-ending snarkiness ~ that, and there's no insta-love in sight. Great, believable, slow-growing romance...

As if scrutinizing the shape of my cheek, he leaned closer until I could feel his breath.

Then his lips touched my skin--only the slightest brush along my cheekbone.

My breath caught, and my heart with it. But I didn't pull away. I couldn't. I knew if I moved, if this moment ended, my chest would ache with hollowness forever.

He slowly drew back his hand. I twisted my face to his and before he could retreat, I reached out and pressed my good hand against his stomach.

He sucked in a breath, and I bit back my own gasp...

"Eleanor." His voice was so low, I could barely hear it. "Eleanor, we can't do this."

"Oh," I breathed, but I didn't move. Nor did he.

What's got you swooning??

Happy Reading Everyone :)

~ Keely ~