It’s that time again! Trish and I created a HOT meme over at YA Bound, and if you’re new to the game, here’s how to join in the fun:
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.
Shout it out on Twitter with the hashtag #YABound, post it here in the comments, or grab the adorable button above and share it on your blog! We want to know 🙂
This week I decided to pick up one of my favorite books to reread, one by an author who does not get enough buzz: Caridad Ferrer.
I have read every single one of her books, and I love them all. That girl knows how to bring authenticity and realness, steaminess and heart. The one I chose to highlight here is a fresh take on the Carmen story, and it sizzles with Miami heat.
First, the appropriate Twitter quote:
One hand holding mine, the other warm on the bare skin of my back . . . close enough to be dangerous— When the Stars Go Blue SWOON #YABound
And here’s another paragraph from the same page that I just couldn’t cut enough to use, but had to show . . . it’s a bit long, but sooo worth the read:
And with every turn, I moved in even closer; with each beat, my body swayed more seductively, learning the contours of his body, inviting him to learn mine. Realizing with the tiny part of my brain that was still operational that one of his hands was splayed across the middle of my back, the other tangled in my hair, the tips of his fingers brushing my neck while both of my arms rested on his shoulders. Pull away, that tiny part whispered, but I couldn’t. Not as long as I could feel the subtle bunch and shift of muscle beneath cotton warmed by his body’s heat–could keep playing my fingertips through the ends of his hair. So soft, enticing my fingers to explore more, to shape themselves to the curve of his skull as his head lowered, his eyes closing, thick, ink-dark eyelashes spiky just above broad, high cheekbones. My own eyes closed, feeling the heat of his skin, closer . . .
