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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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I just finished reading Potion Passion by Mary Beth Daniels it has smexy characters and steamy moments.
(Goodreads)(Review)
The electric charge jolted through me one more time, as powerful as it had ever been. "That is the second." His face was so close to mine that his words were a breath across my cheek. One of the factions battling in my head gave way, and I arched toward him, wanting him to touch me too, and our lips met again.
This time, I felt the heady dizziness I remembered from before. Caleb reached around and threaded his hand beneath my sweater, shocking my system a second time and completing the circuit, a bolt that fizzed through us like a fuse, spine to head to mouth to chest, touching every tingly part of me.
I rolled tightly against him without any thought of Rah, or the Goldens, or getting caught, or what ritual we might be on or how enchanter babies were made. I wanted all of him, every bit, and surely the world would not interrupt us again.
Caleb must have sensed I had reengaged, as he pulled my sweater up and away, tucking it under my head like a pillow.
"You couldn't have conjured a bed?" I asked.
"If that's what you want."
The grass was fragrant and cool, the earth beneath it not hard but spongy, like a soft mat. "No, you made this spot perfect." I brushed my fist against his jaw. "I bet you bring all the enchanter girls here."
He got perfectly solemn then and shook his head. "Just you. There was never anyone but you."
What's your swoon this week?
(Goodreads)(Review)
The electric charge jolted through me one more time, as powerful as it had ever been. "That is the second." His face was so close to mine that his words were a breath across my cheek. One of the factions battling in my head gave way, and I arched toward him, wanting him to touch me too, and our lips met again.
This time, I felt the heady dizziness I remembered from before. Caleb reached around and threaded his hand beneath my sweater, shocking my system a second time and completing the circuit, a bolt that fizzed through us like a fuse, spine to head to mouth to chest, touching every tingly part of me.
I rolled tightly against him without any thought of Rah, or the Goldens, or getting caught, or what ritual we might be on or how enchanter babies were made. I wanted all of him, every bit, and surely the world would not interrupt us again.
Caleb must have sensed I had reengaged, as he pulled my sweater up and away, tucking it under my head like a pillow.
"You couldn't have conjured a bed?" I asked.
"If that's what you want."
The grass was fragrant and cool, the earth beneath it not hard but spongy, like a soft mat. "No, you made this spot perfect." I brushed my fist against his jaw. "I bet you bring all the enchanter girls here."
He got perfectly solemn then and shook his head. "Just you. There was never anyone but you."
What's your swoon this week?
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