Swoon Thursday (65)

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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:

In this all-new novel from the author of Unbound, a woman with a rocky past finds romance in the last place she’d ever expect...

Annie Goodhouse doesn’t need to be warned about bad boys; good sense and an abusive ex have given her plenty of reasons to play it safe. But when she steps into her new role as outreach librarian for Cousins Correctional Facility, no amount of good sense can keep her mind—or eyes—off inmate Eric Collier. 

Eric doesn’t claim to be innocent of the crime that landed him in prison. In fact, he’d do it again if that’s what it took to keep his family safe. Loyalty and force are what he knows. But meeting Annie makes him want to know more. 

When Eric begins courting Annie through letters, they embark on a reckless, secret romance—a forbidden fantasy that neither imagines could ever be real…until early parole for Eric changes everything, and forces them both to face a past they can’t forget, and a desire they can’t deny.

My Swoon:

"He wasn't cautious, not the way a man gets when he's trying to give a good girl what he assumes she wants.  He kissed like he was tasting chocolate, a slow, rich, curious, exploration suspended between innocent and dirty.  A tease of tongue, another, then deep sweeps, ones that cocked his jaw and curled his fingertips in my hair.  Everything I'd imagined.  Hot.  Needy.  His low moan made the cab go hazy, and that mouth shifted--curious to ravenous in a beat.  I surrendered to his eager, bossy tongue, dying to feel this again without fear--a man's aggression.  And his was so sweet, marinated in so much longing and waiting and mourning.  When I'd tasted my feel of his hunger, I stroked him back.  I told him with my mouth that if--that when we found ourselves in bed, I'd be so much more than receptive.  That he'd leave those sheets with nail scratches up and down his back, maybe bite marks on his neck."  (eARC, Loc. 1743)

What Did You Swoon Over?