For the Love of Swoon Hop

For the Love of Swoon Hop

Feb. 14th - Feb. 20th

Hosted by The Book Hook Up and I Am A Reader, Not A Writer

Who needs a real Valentine when there are so many charming fictional swoonalicious dudes heroes to sweep you off your feet?

We want the book that brings all the swoons - the one that makes your heart flutter or race and your stomach fill with butterflies - whether that be because of a hero/heroine, a relationship, and/or the book in its entirety.

Swooners! As you can see, this blog is called Books and Swoons and I'm participating a hop that is aptly named, no? But my GOD was it hard in choosing a book that brought all the swoons. THERE ARE SO MANY TO CHOOSE FROM. So I decided to go back to the beginning. Go back to what got me into reading again and that would be Etienne St. Clair from Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins.

For those who haven't met Etienne St. Clair allow me to introduce you:

"French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused."

His eyes lock on mine."Anna, I promised that I will never leave you." My heart pounds in response. And Etienne knows it, because he takes my hand and holds against his chest, to show me how hard his heart is pounding too.

We are kissing like crazy. Like out lives depend on it. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gently but demanding, and it's nothing like I've ever experienced, and I suddenly understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. My veins throb and my heart explodes. I have never wanted anyone like this before. Ever.

He pushes me backward and we're lying down, making out in front of the children with their red balloons and the old men with their chess sets and the tourists with their laminated maps and I don't care about any of that. All I want is Etienne. The weight of his body on top of mine is extraordinary. I feel him - all of him - pressed against me, and I inhale his shaving cream, his shampoo, and the extra scent that's just...him. The most delicious smell I could ever imagine. 

I want to breathe him, lick him, eat him, drink him. His lips taste like honey. His face has the slightest bit of stubble and it rubs my skin but I don't care, I don't care at all. He feels wonderful. His hands are everywhere, and it doesn't matter that his mouth is already on top of mine, I want him closer closer closer.

"You're the most incredible girl I've ever known. You're gorgeous and smart, and you make me laugh like no one else can. And I can talk to you. And I know after all this I don't deserve you, but what I'm trying to say is that I loved you.

Sigh...

The winner will get a paperback copy of Anna and the French Kiss.

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Now that's not all. Since this is a blog hop, you can go check out all the other blog participating and see what swoonalicious heros has every blogger swooning! Good luck!