Swoon Thursday (57)

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"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:

From #1 New York Times bestselling author Abbi Glines comes the story of Grant, the sexy playboy who first captured readers hearts in Fallen Too Far. 

When Harlow Manning's rocker father goes on tour, he sends her to Rosemary Beach, Florida, to live with her half-sister, Nan. The problem: Nan despises her. Harlow has to keep her head down if she wants to get through the next nine months, which seems easy enough. Until gorgeous Grant Carter walks out of Nan's room in nothing but his boxer briefs.

Grant made a huge mistake getting involved with a girl with venom in her veins. He'd known about Nan's reputation, but still he couldn't resist her. Nothing makes him regret the fling more than meeting Harlow, who sends his pulse racing. Yet Harlow wants nothing to do with a guy who could fall for her wicked half-sister—even if there are no strings between Grant and Nan. Grant is desperate to redeem himself in Harlow's eyes, but did he ruin his chances before he even met her?

My Swoon:

     "Harlow, do you realize that you're breathtaking?  Just looking at you can become addictive."  
     Wow.  
    "That confused, flustered look on your face is all the answer I need.  You don't have a clue how amazing you are.  That's a shame," he said, reaching over and taking a strand of my hair and wrapping it around his finger. "It's a real shame."  
     I wasn't sure that I was breathing.  My entire body had shut down.  I couldn't move.  Grant was touching me.  And even though it was my hair, it felt so nice.  I dropped my gaze to his hand and watched as his thumb gently ran over the hair he was holding.
     "It's like silk," he said in a hushed voice. Like he didn't want anyone to hear him.
     I just watched him.  What was I suppose to say to him?
     "Harlow," he said, leaning closer to me.  I could feel his warm breath on my skin.
     "Yes," I choked out, watching him closely as he moved toward me.  
     "I think about you.  I dream about you," he said in a husky whisper against my ear.  

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