Swoon Thursday (42)

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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."

Mine

Real Series

By:  Katy Evans

Release Date:  November 5, 2013

Publisher:  Gallery Books

Source:  Publisher

Mature Content:  18 & Up

Book Summary:

“I will do anything to make her MINE.” —Remington Tate

In the international bestseller Real, the unstoppable bad boy of the Underground fighting circuit finally met his match. Hired to keep him in prime condition, Brooke Dumas unleashed a primal desire in Remington “Remy” Tate as vital as the air he breathes…and now he can’t live without her.

Brooke never imagined she would end up with the man who is every woman’s dream, but not all dreams end happily ever after, and just when Remington needs her the most, Brooke makes a discovery that forces her away from the ringside. Now with distance and darkness between them, the only thing left is to fight for the love of the man she calls Mine.

What Made Me Swoon:

Mature Content:  18 & Over

"I refuse, I whisper in a fervent voice, to sit there and watch you getting hurt on purpose.  I refuse to let you push me away, he says with equal fervor, filling one large, soapy hand with the weight of my breast.  Shaking my head with a frown, I let my eyes drift shut when he tilts the showerhead to my face.  The spritz washes away my shampoo, and when he slides his hands down my hair to help the soap trickle down my body, I can barely keep it together.  Taking action before I lose it, I seize the soap and make lots of bubbles, then I reach out to the slick muscles of his chest and rub my soapy fingers over his hard, smooth flesh.  His chest jerks at my unexpected touch, and when my eyes flick up to his, my knees almost give.  All of my body clenches as I hold those starved blue eyes, my fingers rubbing wetly up his thick arm, down his chest, across his eight-pack.  My voice, thick with emotion, is barely heard above the trickling water.  Is this what you wanted?  When you were out there, recklessly letting yourself be hit?  Gently, he grips my face in one hand, his voice stern and passionate as he enunciates every word.  I want you.  I want you to touch me, to put your lips on mine--like before.  I want you to love me.  Stop fucking punishing me, Brooke.  I love you."