Wednesday, November 7, 2012

My Book Boyfriend (90)

My Book Boyfriend is a weekly meme hosted by Missie of The Unread Reader and co-hosted by Lesley of My Keeper Shelf, in which we swoon over boys in books!

Seth Morgan
Book: Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr
Series: Wicked Lovely

His parents left him everything after leaving to go on a mission, and instead of going on some sort of binge; he bought and converted some train cars for a home. He’s a book lover and will read anything. Green eyes and black hair, he has facial piercings that give him a sexy, rebellious look. His body is lean, but well defined, a black navel ring peeks out when he raises his arms to stretch. When the girl he loves is in danger, and there is a chance he might lose her…he is willing to change everything in his life to stay close to her.


Heartbeat calm now, Aislinn lifted her hand to knock.

Before she could, the door swung open, and Seth stood in the doorway, grinning. The streetlights made him look intimidating, illuminating the bars in his eyebrows and the ring in his lower lip. His blue-black hair fell over his face when he moved, like tiny arrows pointing to pronounced cheekbones. “Starting to think you were going to bail on me.”

“Didn’t know you were expecting me,” she said in what she hoped was a casual voice.

He gets sexier every day.

“Not expecting, but hoping. Always hoping.” He rubbed his arms, mostly bare under the sleeves of a black T-shirt. He wasn’t bulky, but his arms—and the rest of him—had obvious definition. He lifted one eyebrow and asked, “You going to come in or stand there?”

“It’s nothing. Really.” She stood there, one hand in his, the other hanging uselessly at her side. “I just need to be somewhere safe with good company.”

“Did someone hurt you?” He sounded weirder then, tense.

“No.” She bit her lip; sh3e hadn’t thought he would ask so many questions, counted on it in fact.

“Someone want to?” He pulled her down into his lap, tucking her head under his chin, holding her securely.

She didn’t resist. He’d held her every year when she came back from visiting her mom’s grave, had held her when Grams had gotten sick last year. His holding her wasn’t strange; the questions were.

“Wow, huh?” His voice was low, husky. His chair creaked as he stood. His footsteps seemed strangely loud as he closed the couple of yards between them. Then he was beside her. “I can work with wow.”

She turned away, quickly, squeezing the bottle and squirting honey on the counter. “I didn’t mean anything. Too much flirting lately, and that call, and…I know you probably have a dozen girls waiting. I’m just tired and…”

“Hey.” His hand was on her shoulder, trying to turn her to face him. “There’s no one else. Just you. No one for the last seven months.”

He tugged gently on her shoulder again. “There’s no one but you in my life.”


  1. i love seth!!! He's such an amazing person!!!!

  2. Awwww "there's no one but you in my life" what a line!!!!


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