Swoon Thursday is a weekly meme hosted by YA Bound
Here’s what you do:
From the book you’re currently reading, or one you just finished, tell me 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 and grab the button above and share it on your blog.
Here is my pick for this week:
Burned by an unreliable source, Savannah Carmichael, returns to her hometown of Danvers, Virginia with her once-promising journalism career in ruins. Given the opportunity to get her skin back in the game by writing a patriotic human interest piece, Savannah turns her attention to the town hermit, Asher Lee, a wounded veteran who returned to Danvers eight years ago, and hasn’t been seen since.
After an IED explosion in Afghanistan took Asher’s hand and disfigured half of his face, he’s lived a quiet life on the outskirts of Danvers where the locals respect his privacy…that is, until Savannah Carmichael comes calling in a borrowed sundress and a plate of homemade brownies. When Asher agrees to be interviewed by Savannah, he starts feeling things for the beautiful reporter that he hasn’t felt in years.
Misfits in small-town Danvers, Savannah and Asher create a bond right away, touching each other’s hearts in ways neither thought possible. When a terrible mistake threatens to drive them apart, they’ll have to decide if the love they found in one another’s arms is strong enough to fight for their hard-won happily ever after.
His hand slid backward, his fingers weaving into her hair with more pressure, pulling her face forward, and her heart kicked into a gallop as his lips moved on hers, brushing, nipping, hypnotic. She leaned forward, pressing her hands against his chest, the hardness making her breathless as his tongue gently traced the seam of her lips, coaxing hers apart. Her mouth opened softly, reflexively welcoming him, and when their tongues touched, tentative at first, the wild bussing in her stomach felt so hot, she moaned softly into his mouth.
His hand skimmed down her face to her neck, down her arm to her waist, which he encircled, jerking her against him with such strength and certainty, her fingers curled against his chest, fisting in his shirt as heat pooled below her waist.
Savannah had been kissed before – clumsily, hesitantly, passionately – but this kiss was on another plane of chemistry entirely. It was as though his taste, his smell, his touch, had been engineered solely for the purpose of making her give in. He kissed her long and fast and slow and wet and deep, and as their tongues twisted against each other Savannah’s nipples beaded, and she arched against him, hearing a desperate groaning, growling sound coming from his throat as his iron-like arm tightened around her.
My review will be posted soon and I loved this story! The author is donating 50% of the profits for June and July to UCLA Operation Mend. This is a groundbreaking program that provides returning military personnel with severe facial and other medical injuries access to the nation’s top plastic and reconstructive surgeons, as well as comprehensive medical and mental-health support for the wounded and their families.