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291 pages, ebook
First published October 27, 2014
Everything I love when it comes to writing and reading is in this book!!! I LOVED IT!!!
"Some mortals indeed love well, but most don't. And none do it perfectly."
Putting her mind to it, Love would become familiar with his body. She would know him from top to bottom, from beginning to end.
Touching this boy would be the death, and life, of her.
Andrew stares pointedly at her. From the looks of it, thunderstorms and human traffic jams are cluttering his mind. Doors are opening and closing.
He's jealous. The realization makes her feel silly and squeamish. She can't decide whether to glower or giggle some more. She feels like...a girl.
She wants to punch him. In the face. Hard. Cover that watercolor with one of her own. Then she wants to kiss it, softly, until she has no more soft left in her.
"Since I'm an asshat, I thought I'd have a choice with you, that I'd be able to walk away if you disillusioned me or turned out to be a blood-sucking creature of the night--and okay, I would have bailed if you were evil... Or maybe not. Knowing myself, I'd want to save you. But you're not evil. The point is, I'm realizing you're the same as everyone else in my life, only a thousand times more potent, and that has nothing to do with where you come from. I can grit my teeth about what you do, but I can't control how I react to your laugh. I would rather be near you, see you touch everything but me, than be holding any other girl. I like being with you, Love. Playing, talking, fighting, not-touching."