Swoon Thursday (50)

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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."

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Goodreads Summary:

One kiss could be the last. 

Seventeen-year-old Layla just wants to be normal. But with a kiss that kills anything with a soul, she's anything but normal. Half demon, half gargoyle, Layla has abilities no one else possesses. 

Raised among the Wardens—a race of gargoyles tasked with hunting demons and keeping humanity safe—Layla tries to fit in, but that means hiding her own dark side from those she loves the most. Especially Zayne, the swoon-worthy, incredibly gorgeous and completely off-limits Warden she's crushed on since forever. 

Then she meets Roth—a tattooed, sinfully hot demon who claims to know all her secrets. Layla knows she should stay away, but she's not sure she wants to—especially when that whole no-kissing thing isn't an issue, considering Roth has no soul. 

But when Layla discovers she's the reason for the violent demon uprising, trusting Roth could not only ruin her chances with Zayne…it could brand her a traitor to her family. Worse yet, it could become a one-way ticket to the end of the world.

What Made Me Swoon:

One second he was standing a good three feet away from me and the next his hands were gently clasping my cheeks.  There was an instant when I wondered how something so strong and deadly could hold anything so so carefully, but then he tilted my head back and lowered his own.  My heart rate kicked into hyperdrive. He wasn't going to kiss me.  No way--Roth kissed me.  The brush of his lips was tentative at first, an unhurried sweep of his mouth against mine.  Every muscle in my body locked up, but I didn't pull away like I should've, and Roth made a low sound deep in his throat that sent shivers down my spine.  His lips caressed mine again, nibbling and clinging to them until they parted on a gasp.  He deepened the kiss with a thrust of his tongue.  My senses went into overload, firing in every direction.  The kiss--it was everything I could've imagined a kiss to be and then some.  Sublime.  Explosive.  My heart fluttered wildly, from a yearning so deep, darts of fear shot through my veins.  "See," he murmured in a thick voice, and he let go, his fingers trailing over my cheeks.  "Your life isn't about all you can't do.  It's about what you can do."  "Your tongue is pierced," I said dumbly.  A wicked gleam filled his gaze.  "That's not the only thing pierced."

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