Swoon Thursday (12)

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 The Rules of Swoon Thursday:

"From the book you are 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.  Try to make the Swoon 140 characters so you can tweet it.  Add the #YABOUND hashtag when you tweet."

The Collector (Dante Walker #1) by Victoria Scott

Goodreads Summary:


Dante Walker is flippin’ awesome, and he knows it. His good looks, killer charm, and stellar confidence has made him one of Hell’s best — a soul collector. His job is simple, weed through humanity and label those round rears with a big red good or bad stamp. Old Saint Nick gets the good guys, and he gets the fun ones. Bag-and-tag.

Sealing souls is nothing personal. Dante’s an equal opportunity collector and doesn’t want it any other way. But he’ll have to adjust, because Boss Man has given him a new assignment: Collect Charlie Cooper’s soul within 10 days.

Dante doesn’t know why Boss Man wants Charlie, nor does he care. This assignment means only one thing to him, and that’s a permanent ticket out of Hell. But after Dante meets the quirky, Nerd Alert chick he’s come to collect—he realizes this assignment will test his abilities as a collector, and uncover emotions long ago buried.


What Made Me Swoon:


"I love you Charlie, I say.  I f***ing love you so much.  A gasp escapes her throat as I race toward her.  I tug her against me and smash my mouth over hers.  I feel everything-her hair between my fingers, her skin pressing against mine.  And her lips.  I feel those soft pink lips freeze for a moment beneath my kiss.  And then I feel her relax, opening her mouth and mirroring my movements.  She leans into me, twining her arms around my neck, pulling me so that there's nothing between us.  I grab her thighs and hoist her up, and she wraps her legs around me.  Fumbling toward a tree, I press her back against it and push toward her, my hips locking against hers.  An animalistic groan escapes my throat as I kiss her harder, deeper.  I trail my lips down her neck and along her collarbone, and Charlie softly moans.  Then I bury her head against my chest and take her in-her smell, her chest rising and falling.  The wild thumping of her heart."  (EARC, 173)

What made you Swoon this week?