Swoon Thursday (64)

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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."

Goodreads Summary:

A broken engagement sends Graciela Harper crawling back to Heron Creek with her tail between her legs, but finds the sleepy little town too changed to set her life right. Not even her budding drinking problem can obscure her Gramps’s failing health, or erase the mental picture of her first love happily married to her childhood best friend. To top it all off, she’s having a heck of time convincing the town’s dashing young mayor of her unfit-for-dating status.

When the ghost of 18th century lady pirate Anne Bonny starts insisting on a near daily audience, Graciela has to confront something else she never expected—being certifiably nuts at twenty-five years old.

Her brand new "I don't give a crap" attitude makes it easy to dismiss the mysterious threats that seem to be tied to her search for more information on the long dead pirate, but when her family becomes a target, Gracie knows she needs to find out why the ghost insists on being a constant, reeking companion. 

If Graciela can put aside her prejudice against people without a pulse, she may discover that Anne Bonny’s problems are intricately linked with her own. The past harbors answers could help the cantankerous spirit find closure, but she is, after all, already dead. If Graciela doesn’t move fast, she might find herself doing the haunting, instead of the other way around.

My Swoon:

"He's in front of me then, hands on my waist before I know what happened.  'I think I know how to kill that time,' he murmurs.  His lips brush mine, as soft as ever, but that's not going to do it for me.  For everything Beau has the potential to be in my life, tonight he's a sexy, welcome distraction.  I crush my mouth against his, opening my lips for him, finding his tongue hot and willing as it toys with mine.  My hands grasp his neck, one sliding higher until it twists in his hair, the combined motion pulling his body tight against mine.  It's hard and hot, molding his hips against mine, pressing my back into the countertop before he lifts me up by my a** and my feet lock behind his back.  A growl rumbles from his throat and he nips my bottom lip, diving back in for more.  The way he tastes me, as though he's dying of thirst and I'm the only one who can save him, drips sizzling heat into my belly, spills it down between my legs.  I'm lost in the moment, in the feeling of his wanting me, and it's exactly what I need because there's no room for anything else in my head."  (eARC, Loc. 2761)

What Did You Swoon Over?