My Book Boyfriend #31 - Cash Sterling

My Book Boyfriend is by the awesome blogger Missie at The Unread Reader.   What is My Book Boyfriend you might ask.  Well it is a weekly meme where we talk about a literary crush including stats, a picture of what you imagine he looks like and some quotes from him that make you swoon.  If you are interested in participating please check out Missie blog The Unread Reader. 

This week's pick is:

Cash Sterling

from Shut Out by Kody Keplinger

Great.  He was a hottie, a good kisser, and a literature buff.  God really must have had a sense of humor, because if I had to name my biggest turn-on, it was literature.  And he had just recommended a book that I didn't know, that wasn't taught in school.  If I were single. there would be no better pick-up line.

His hands were on my hips then, steadying me.  My T-shirt had ridden up slightly as I'd stretched my arms to the highest shelves, so his finger made direct contact with the exposed skin just above the waistband of my jeans.  A small burst of fire pulsed through me, starting at the places where he was touching me and spreading to the rest of my body.

"I don't think you're crazy," Cash said.  "I think you're...."

I looked up at him just as he trailed off.  It was too dark to tell, but I thought he was blushing.

"I'm what?"

He cleared his throat and ran a hand over his hair.  I wanted to touch it, feel the short, dark strands.  "I think you're kind of amazing."

And then Cash was murmuring into my mouth, my name on his lips, and I was melting into him, feeling that the same need I'd felt in the library two days earlier.  The desire to crawl under Cash's skin, to meld my body with his.

What do you think of Cash?

Thanks to Missie for hosting this meme!

My Book Boyfriend #30 - Lord Greco

My Book Boyfriend is by the awesome blogger Missie at The Unread Reader.   What is My Book Boyfriend you might ask.  Well it is a weekly meme where we talk about a literary crush including stats, a picture of what you imagine he looks like and some quotes from him that make you swoon.  If you are interested in participating please check out Missie blog The Unread Reader. 

This week's pick is:

Lord Rodolfo Greco

from The River of Time Series by Lisa Tawn Bergren

I fought the urge to stare back at him.  Because he appeared more the Roman god than ever, all six feet of him, his olive skin glistening with oils beneath his white toga, tied at his waist.

(Warning:  The following quotes make contain some spoilers for Torrent.  So just look at the pretty picture if you don't want any spoilers)

He stilled, staring down at me so intently that he breathed in short huffs, as if he was holding his breath for a second at a time.  He shook his head again.  "Do not tempt me, Gabriella," he whispered.  "I am doing all I can."  He leaned closer and truly--it was someone else was controlling my body--I lifted my face closer to his.

He bent and took hold of my waist in his hands and lifted me up to it, then settled my slippered feet into the stirrups.  All the while he cast me small, lingering glances with his gorgeous, smoky-hot eyes, making me shift in the saddle, feeling uncomfortably warm.

I leaned into him, resting my face against his chest, feeling the ba-dump of his heartbeat, thinking.  And he wrapped his arms around me and remained still, waiting giving me time to think, stroking my back, my arms, holding his breath as if he wanted to say more and then thought better of it. 

What do you think of Lord Rodolfo Greco?

Have you read the River of Time series? 

Who is your favourite? Marcello? Luca? Rodolfo?

Thanks to Missie for hosting this meme!

Don't forgot to join in on Waterfall Wednesday all this month!

*** Missie, Jenny & Tina - Lord Greco is all MINE!

My Book Boyfriend #29 - Jack Pallas

My Book Boyfriend is by the awesome blogger Missie at The Unread Reader.   What is My Book Boyfriend you might ask.  Well it is a weekly meme where we talk about a literary crush including stats, a picture of what you imagine he looks like and some quotes from him that make you swoon.  If you are interested in participating please check out Missie blog The Unread Reader. 

This week's pick is:

Jack Pallas 

from Something About You by Julie James

He made quite an impression on her the first time he and his partner walked into her office.  Cameron suspected nearly everyone who meet Jack Pallas had the same reaction: with predatory brown eyes, nearly black hair, and dark facial scruff, he looked like the kind of guy that women-and-men-should avoid in dark alleys. 

Described as "tall, dark and scowling".  Jack Pallas, a FBI agent, ticks all the boxes for me.  He is strong, witty, stubborn, gorgeous, protective, loyal, sexy, loves to read and rides a motorbike.  YUM!

"We should go," Jack finally said.  He needed to get out of that office before he did something they both regretted.

She nodded, turned back, and unlocked the deadbolt.  She grabbed the doorknob....then stopped.

Jack waited for her to open the door.  When she didn't he reached around her, placing his hand over hers.  "Cameron, we have to get out of here," he said in a guttural voice.

"I know."

Still, neither of them moved.  Jack took his hand off hers and moved it to the deadbolt.

He knew he shouldn't.

But he locked the door anyway.

He heard Cameron inhale unsteadily.  Before he could give it a second thought, he brushed her long hair off her shoulder and bent his head to kiss her collarbone.

When she'd finished, Jack said nothing.  A moment passed and....

He still said nothing.

Then he fixed his gaze on her and stalked across the room.

Cameron braced herself.  With that kind of look in his eyes, he was either going to kill her or--

He kissed her.  Hot, demanding sweeps of his tongue against hers.  When he dragged his mouth away they were both out of breath.

She caught the glint in his eyes and reached for him just as his mouth came down on hers.

She expected Jack's kiss to be hard, angry, even but instead it was just....wicked.

(David Gandy is my model for Jack)

What do you think of Jack Pallas?

Thanks to Missie for hosting this meme!

My Book Boyfriend - Revisiting Ryan

My Book Boyfriend is by the awesome blogger Missie at The Unread Reader.   What is My Book Boyfriend you might ask.  Well it is a weekly meme where we talk about a literary crush including stats, a picture of what you imagine he looks like and some quotes from him that make you swoon.  If you are interested in participating please check out Missie blog The Unread Reader. 

This week I am revisiting one of my favourite book boyfriends Ryan from Raw Blue as part of Kirsty Eagar Week.  You can check out my original post here.  What I love about Ryan (also known as Rhino) is that he doesn't give up on Carly no matter.  He is a genuine good guy who has had made mistakes but at least he learnt from them.  So here is one of my favourite passages from Raw Blue with Ryan.

'No, I mean there's bad things that don't matter and there're some things that really matter.'

His eyebrows twitch.  'You're a weird fish, you know that?'

'I'm not a fish.'

'Dunno about that, you spend a lot of time in the water.'

I start laughing but it turns into a sob.  And just like that I start to unpeel.  It's caught me by surprise.

Straightaway, Ryan's looking at me and there's nowhere to hide.  'What's up?'

'Nothing.  I'm sorry.  This is embarrassing.  I'm going.'

'No need to go.  You cry if you want.  Doesn't bother me.'

After a bit, I say, 'It's just hard.'

'Crying?'

I laugh, then sniff. 'No, this.  I'm not very good with people.  And I don't know you.'

'Yeah, you mentioned that.  Isn't that what we're doing now?  Letting you get to know me?

'Yeah, but....'

'We're not getting married mate.'

I swallow,  When I'm sure I'll be able to keep my voice steady, I say, 'Don't make me feel like an idiot.  Every time I talk to you I come off feeling like an idiot.  I mean you must think I 'm insane.  And I'm not - not normally.  I'm just this tired and I don't know -'
'Shh.'
His eyes are looking all the way into me.  Fora  moment we stare at each other then he looks back at the ocean and I watch the two boys making turtlebacks.  I don't make any noise but the tears are streaming down my face.  I can sense Ryan occasionally looking sideways to check on me.  Something about the two boys reminds of me Danny.  The look so innocent, so happy and free.  Then my crying turns into sobs, which is really crossing the line, I have to say.  It's just so ridiculous. I'm in the middle of a crowd on Dee Why Point, watching the biggest surf Sydney's seen for years with a guy I shouldn't be anywhere near, having some sort of breakdown.
I bury my face in my hands.  And then Ryan does such a nice thing.  He wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me against him.  I can feel his body heat through his cotton T-shirt, and directly in front of me are the worn, faded knees of his jeans.  But most of all I can smell him.  And he smells sandy-warm, like a beach.   No one can see my face in there protected by his chest.  Which is good because I can't stop crying.  I mean, I'm really going for the world record in terms of an inappropriate public breakdown.  But it doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter.  I'm sheltered.

What do you think of Ryan?

Have you read Raw Blue?  If not, don't forget to enter to win a signed copy.  Open internationally.  Also make sure you visit the other blogs on the schedule for more chances to win.

Thanks to Missie for hosting this meme.  And no Missie Ryan is not yours ;) 

My Book Boyfriend #28 - Alex

My Book Boyfriend is by the awesome blogger Missie at The Unread Reader.   What is My Book Boyfriend you might ask.  Well it is a weekly meme where we talk about a literary crush including stats, a picture of what you imagine he looks like and some quotes from him that make you swoon.  If you are interested in participating please check out Missie blog The Unread Reader.  

This week's pick is:

Alex from Hunting Lila by Sarah Alderson

He was so close I would only have had to move my face an inch or two forwards to press my lips against his neck.  I resisted the urge to trace the shadow of stubble along his jawline to the hollow of his chin.  His dark blonde hair had been recently crew-cut - I could tell by the thin white line that traced his hairline at the nape of his neck, which stood out against his tan.  There was a crease by his eyes that looked suspiciously like the beginning of a laughter line.

Alex is 21 years old, works for a special division of the military, owns a motorcycle and is HOT. 

As though he sensed me studying him, Alex turned then walked around to my side of the car.  He put his arms around me and I sank my head against his chest, feeling some of the anxiety immediately fade away.  He lifted me up and rested me on the bonnet of the car and we stayed like that for a while, me cocooned in his arms with the sun slowly warming us.

"Are you OK? Did they hurt you?"

I shook my head and clutched at this hands.  "No, no, I'm fine.  Alex, I need to --"

I couldn't say another word because his mouth was on mine again and lights were dancing in my head.

"Happy Birthday," I replied, sitting up.  The room spun a little as I did so, Alex's bare chest was like a flashing billboard in Time Square.  My eyes were drawn back to it again and again, before my gaze fixed on the shallow dips on either side of his hips that were swallowed up by the waistline of his shorts.  It was all I could do not to trace the shadows with the tips of my fingers.

He grinned at me a little sheepishly, setting the tea down by my side.

(My Alex is played by Jensen Ackles from Supernatural.  A show I have never watched before but do know that there is two hot guys in it)

What do you think of Alex?

Stayed tuned for my review later this week of Hunting Lila.

Thanks to Missie for hosting this meme!

My Book Boyfriend #27

My Book Boyfriend is hosted by the awesome blogger Missie at The Unread Reader.   What is My Book Boyfriend you might ask.  Well it is a weekly meme where we talk about a literary crush including stats, a picture of what you imagine he looks like and some quotes from him that make you swoon.  If you are interested in participating please check out Missie blog The Unread Reader.  

This week's pick is:

Valek from the Poison Study series by Maria V. Snyder

With the memory of his stunning physical display fresh in my mind, I gazed at his strong face.  His flashing and dangerous blue eyes had always taken my attention.  I had learned to read his facial expressions as a survival tactic but I had never really looked at him in this way before.  He was a study in contradiction.  The man who carved delicate statues was also capable of disarming seven opponents without breaking a sweat.

Valek is described as being in his late-twenties-early-thirties with a muscular build, dark hair, blue eyes and a strong, angular face.   His job is the Chief of Security and his is the most dangerous man in Ixia.

Valek was liquid in motion.  As I watched him, one word came to mind: beautiful.  His movements had the speed and cadence of a complex dance performance.  In comparison, his adversary resembled a newborn colt, lurching and jerking his arms and legs as if this were his first time on his feet.  Valek's smooth lunges and graceful parries disarmed his opponent in no time.

"Yelena, you've driven me crazy. You've caused me considerable trouble and I've contemplated ending your life twice since I've known you." Valek's warm breath in my ear sent a shiver down my spine.
 "But you slipped under my skin, invaded my blood and seized my heart."
“That sounds more like a poison than a person,” was all I could say. His confession had both shocked and thrilled me.
“Exactly,” Valek replied. “You have poisoned me."   He rolled me over to face him.  Before I could make another sound, he kissed me. 

What do you think of Valek?

Thanks to Missie for hosting this meme.

My Book Boyfriend #26 - Luke Henry

My Book Boyfriend is hosted by the awesome blogger Missie at The Unread Reader.   What is My Book Boyfriend you might ask.  Well it is a weekly meme where we talk about a literary crush including stats, a picture of what you imagine he looks like and some quotes from him that make you swoon.  If you are interested in participating please check out Missie blog The Unread Reader.

This week pick is:

Luke Henry from Forgotten by Cat Patrick
  

I have wanted to read Forgotten since seeing Missie's book boyfriend post on Luke.  And she was not wrong  when she described how sweet he is.  Luke plans romantic dates and doesn't give up on a girl who forgets him every day.  He is a little quirky as he likes to paint ears and always wears his brown converse sneakers but he has beautiful blue eyes and one dimple smile. 

I see the smile first.  There is an unmistakable sweetness peeking through the teasing.  My armour begins to crumble before I've made my way up to the eyes; what's left of it melts away at the sight of them.  Sparkling pale cornflower blue with darker flecks, surrounded by eyelashes any girl would envy.
Looking at me.
Right at me.
Even more than his mouth, his eyes are smiling.

And then he moves closer.
I hold my breath, considering that Luke might kiss me right here in the middle of the commons.  Just as I'm deciding whether or not I can kiss with an audience, Luke, staring intently into my eyes, raises  a hand towards me face.  Slowly, softly, he rubs his thumb along my jawbone.  I'm hypnotised by the most perfect kind of touch.  Oddly, it feels even more intimate than a kiss.

"Is your mom here?" Luke asks, in a tone both soft and strong.  Feeling weak, I tighten the grip on my torso for support.
"No, she went..."
Before I can finish my sentence, Luke is up the entry way step kissing me.
Hard.
His palms are on either side of my face, and the few feet that were between us have shrunk to inches.  One inch, maybe.
I drop my arms in surrender, then slowly wind them around this boy before me, tight and then tighter still.  Luke kicks shut the front door behind him, lips still locked on mine, and we kiss each other like one of us is dying.
"I can't stay away from you," he whispers when he finally takes a break to breathe.  He's staring directly into my eyes with his forehead pressed against mine, and his hands are still holding tight to my face, as if to keep me there and ensure that I look at him right back.
To ensure that I see him.  And, boy, do I.

What do you think of Luke?

Thanks to Missie for hosting this meme.

My Book Boyfriend #25 - Wesley Rush

My Book Boyfriend is hosted by the awesome blogger Missie at The Unread Reader.   What is My Book Boyfriend you might ask.  Well it is a weekly meme where we talk about a literary crush including stats, a picture of what you imagine he looks like and some quotes from him that make you swoon.  If you are interested in participating please check out Missie blog The Unread Reader.

This week pick is:

Wesley Rush from The DUFF by Kody Keplinger

"Your sense of humor needs some work, then," Wesley suggested. "Most girls find my jokes charming."
"Those girls must have IQs low enough to trip over." 

Wesley Rush is definitely a handful!
Charming, cocky, arrogant but sweet to the right girl.
Description:

* Warm grey eyes

* Dark curly hair

* Crooked arrogant little grin

* 6"2 muscular build.

   

"Something tells me this isn't about The Scarlet Letter,"  he said, and even in the dark I knew he was grinning.
"Be quiet."
This time he met me halfway. His hands tangled in my hair and mine clawed at his forearms.  We kissed violently, and my back slammed against the wall.  I heard a mop - or maybe a broom - topple over, but my brain barely registered the sound as one of Wesley's hands moved to my hip, holding me closer to him.  He was so much taller than me that I had to tilt my head back almost all the way to meet his kiss.  His lips pressed hard against mine, and I let my hands explore his biceps.

I think of you much more than any self-respecting man would like to admit, and I'm insanely jealous of Tucker - something I never thought I'd say. Moving on after you is impossible. No other girl can keep me on my toes the way you can. No one else makes me WANT to embarrass myself by writing sappy letters like this one.
Only you

Without warning, Wesley lifted me up onto the pool table.  His hands moved to my shoulders, and a second later, I was flat on my back, staring up at him as he smirked.  He shifted so that he was on the table too, leaning over me with his face only inches from mine.

What do you think of Wesley?

Thanks to Missie for hosting this challenge.  

Check out Missie's post on Wesley!

*** My Mum has just started following my blog O.o.  So I hope Mum you like shirtless pictures!

My Book Boyfriend #25

My Book Boyfriend is hosted by the awesome blogger Missie at The Unread Reader.   What is My Book Boyfriend you might ask.  Well it is a weekly meme where we talk about a literary crush including stats, a picture of what you imagine he looks like and some quotes from him that make you swoon.  If you are interested in participating please check out Missie blog The Unread Reader.

This week's picks is:

Adam 

from If I Stay and Where She Went by Gayle Forman

Adam is a singer, song writer, guitar playing, gorgeous guy.  He is intense and flawed but has a beautiful soul.

Adam lay down on my bed, stretching his arms above his head. His whole face was grinning-- eyes, nose, mouth.
"Play me," he said.
"What?"
"I want you to play me like a cello."
I started to protest that this made no sense, but then I realized it made perfect sense. I went to my closet and grabbed one of my spare bows. "Take off your shirt," I said, my voice quavering.
Adam did. As thin as he was, he was surprisingly built. I could've spent twenty minutes starting at the contours and valleys of his chest. Be he wanted me closer. I wanted me closer.

I look at her there in the shadows of the shut-down city, her hair falling onto her face, and I can see her trying to figure out if I’ve lost it. And I have to fight the urge to take her by the shoulders and slam her against a shuttered building until we feel the vibrations ringing through both of us. Because I suddenly want to hear her bones rattle. I want to feel the softness of her flesh give, to hear her gasp as my hip bone jams into her. I want to yank her head back until her neck is exposed. I want to rip my hands through her hair until her breath is labored. I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears. And then I want to take my mouth to hers, to devour her alive, to transmit all the things she can’t understand.

I run my fingers along her neck, her jawline, and then cup her chin in my hand.  And stop.  We stand there for a moment, staring at each other, savoring it.  And then all at once, we slam together.  Mia's legs are off the ground, wrapped around my waist, her hands digging in my hair, my hands tangled in hers.  And our lips.  There isn't enough skin, enough spit, enough time, for the lost years that out lips are trying to make up for as they find each other. We kiss.

What do you think of Adam?

What is your favourite Adam moment?

Thanks to Missie for hosting this meme!

***This picture is especially for Missie and Audrey and anyone else who gets any ideas!

My Book Boyfriend #24 - Doubly Delicious

My Book Boyfriend is hosted by the awesome blogger Missie at The Unread Reader.   What is My Book Boyfriend you might ask.  Well it is a weekly meme where we talk about a literary crush including stats, a picture of what you imagine he looks like and some quotes from him that make you swoon.  If you are interested in participating please check out Missie blog The Unread Reader.

This week's picks is brothers:

Conrad and Jeremiah Fisher from the Summer Series by Jenny Han

~ CONRAD ~

Conrad was the older one by a year and a half.  He was dark, dark, dark, dark.  Completely unattainable, unavailable.  He had a smirky kind of mouth, and I always found myself staring at it.  Smirky mouths make you want to kiss them, to smooth them out and kiss the smirkiness away.

Conrad is the older brother by a year and half.  He is the sexy, serious and slightly moody one out of the two.  He is the type of guy who tries to do what he thinks is best for others and rarely puts his feelings first. 

"Let's test it out," Conrad said, and he went and bought me another peach.  I ate that one in four bites.
"Was it as good?" he asked me.
"Yeah. It was."
Conrad reached out and wiped my chin with his shirt.  It was maybe the most intimate thing anyone had ever done to me.
I felt light headed, unsteady on my feet.
It was all in the way he looked at me, just those few seconds.

We kissed again, but it was different than the night before.  There was nothing slow or lazy about it.  The way he looked at me - urgent, wanting me, needing me.... it was like a drug.  It was want-want-want.  But it was me who was doing the wanting most of all.

He called out, "I still love you."
I froze.  And then slowly, I turned around to look at him.  "Don't say that ."
He took a step closer.  "I don't know if I'll ever get you out of my system, not completely.  I have...this feeling.  That you'll always be there.  Here." Conrad clawed at his heart and then dropped him hand.

~ JEREMIAH ~

Jeremiah, though - he was my friend.  He was nice to me.  He was the kind of boy who still hugged him mother, still wanted to hold her hand even when he was technically too old for it.  He wasn't embarrassed either. Jeremiah was too busy having fun to ever be embarrassed.

Jeremiah is the sweet one who brings you half a sub because he knows you were to busy to eat and leaves little love notes outside your door.

"I don't ever want to be without you.  Ever.  You are the only girl for me.  I've always know it. In this whole world, I will never love another girl the way I love you."

He kissed me, hard, and his skin was stubbly and rough against my cheek.  My first thought was, I guess he didn't have time to shave this morning, and then - I was kissing him back my fingers winding through his soft yellow hair and my eyes closed.  He kissed like he was drowning and I was air.  It was passionate, and desperate, and like nothing I have ever experienced before. 

We were dancing.  I had my arms around Jeremiah's neck and the music was pulsing around us.  I felt flushed and abuzz, from the dancing and the from the alcohol.  The room was packed with people, but when Jere looked at me, there was no one else.  Just me and him.

Have you read the Summer series?

Are you a Conrad or a Jeremiah girl?

Me, well as much as I love them both I am have always been more a Conrad fan.  Even though he drove me crazy with his moods there is something so sexy about him. 

Thanks to Missie for hosting this meme.

My Book Boyfriend #24

My Book Boyfriend is hosted by the awesome blogger Missie at The Unread Reader.   What is My Book Boyfriend you might ask.  Well it is a weekly meme where we talk about a literary crush including stats, a picture of what you imagine he looks like and some quotes from him that make you swoon.  If you are interested in participating please check out Missie blog The Unread Reader.

This week pick is:

Adrian Ivashkov from Vampire Academy Series and Bloodlines

We were wrapped close together now, and I titled my head to study him, the high cheekbones and artfully messy hair that made him so gorgeous.

(My gorgeous Adrian is delicious model Garett Neff)

He is quick witted guy, with gorgeous green eyes and a spirit user who can walk in dreams.  He can be extremely charming, a little bit cocky but also so sweet.  He might have some bad habits like smoking and drinking but for the right girl he would definitely quit.

It was with some surprise that I saw that the person waiting for me at the airport's exit was Adrian. A grin spread over my face, and I picked up the pace. I threw my arms around him, astonishing both of us.
"I have never been happier to see you in my life," I said.
He squeezed me tightly and then let me go, regarding me admiringly. "The dreams never do justice to real life, little dhampir. You look amazing."
"And you look . . ." I studied him. He was dressed as nicely as always. His dark brown hair had that crafted messiness he liked, but his face—ah, well. As I'd noted before, Simon had gotten a few good punches on him. One of Adrian's eyes was swollen and ringed with bruises.
Nonetheless, thinking about him and everything he'd done . . . Well, none of the flaws mattered.
" . . . Gorgeous."
"Liar," he said.
"Couldn't Lissa have healed that black eye away?"
"It's a badge of honor. Makes me seem manly."

"You've asked me out tons of times." 
"Not really. I've made inappropriate suggestions and frequently pushed for nudity. But I've never asked you out on a real date."

"Don't worry, little dhampir. You might be surrounded by clouds, but you'll always be like sunshine to me."

His lips were hot and eager against my throat, but he was careful to never once let his fangs brush my skin.  I was a little less gentle, surprising myself when I dug my nails into the bare skin of his back.  His lips moved lower, tracing the line of my collarbone....

 (Okay so my book boyfriend model has more muscles than Adrian but how could I not share this pic?)

What do you think of Adrian?

Thanks again to Missie for hosting this meme and giving me a reason to post shirtless pictures.

*** Just in case any of you get any ideas about claiming Adrian - MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE