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My Book Boyfriend is a weekly meme that originated at The Unread Reader in which we swoon over boys in books!

**Unfortunately this is going to be my last Book Boyfriend post.  The lovely ladies that originally hosted this meme have decided to shut it down.  I continued so I was able round out my posts at 100.**

Lucifer (Luc) Cain

Book: Personal Demons by Lisa Desrochers

Series: Personal Demons

He is a demon of pride; three steel bars pierce the outside corner of his right eyebrow. Silky black hair and the blackest eyes ever seen, his voice sounds like warm honey, smooth and sticky-sweet. He smells like cinnamon and his body is tall and lean. He prides himself on being good at his job: tagging souls for Hell, but that all changes with his newest assignment and he finds himself feeling things no demon should ever feel.

Quotes:

I glower at him. “Your name is Lucifer? As in the devil?” And there’s that wicked grin again. “In the flesh. It’s a common name where I come from.” I pull myself out of my seat. “Where is that?” His eyes flash, hungry and eager. “Nowhere you’ve ever been.”

I shift up onto my elbow and kiss her. “You’re the only one who’s ever known who I am, who I’m not, and who I want to be. And somehow you love me anyway. I’m not taking any chances with you, Frannie.”

I nod reassuringly at her and smile. She’s so afraid she manipulated me into loving her. It hurts that she can’t see how much more it is now. How big it is. It may have been her Sway that started the ball rolling, but the way she makes me feel…that’s not her Sway. It’s just her.

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Gabriel

Book: Personal Demons by Lisa Desrochers

Series: Personal Demons

He’s a powerful angel—in fact he’s a Dominion, a protector from the Second Sphere. With incredible sky-blue eyes and a voice that is as smooth as music. Chin-length, platinum waves surround his gorgeous face, and he smells like snow and summer at the same time. His usual attire, include jeans and a tight white T-shirt that shows off his tan and some serious muscle definition. He believes in the fight of good verses evil and wants to protect human souls from being "tagged" for Hell.

Quotes:

He smoothes a tear away with his fingertips and gazes down into my eyes. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck, cradling my head, and brings me to his shoulder, burying his face in my hair. I let him hold me for a long time, feeding off his energy. I’ve never felt anything like it, but it makes me warm all over. If you asked me right now, I’d have to say I believe in love, ‘cause that’s what this feels like: pure love.

He wraps a hand around the back of my neck and leans in. At first, I think he’s going to kiss me, and that aching tingle explodes low in my belly as I realize how much I want him to. But his cheek brushes past mine and he whispers, “Tell me what to do to change your mind.”

What I see in his eyes—what he’s trying to hide behind that amused expression, maybe even from himself—is that he’d willingly give up his wings for her. He steps behind the scoreboard. “Just because you’re no longer a threat to her soul, don’t think I won’t be watching. Give me an excuse, and I’ll smote you on the spot.” And then he disappears—gone as if he was never there.

My Book Boyfriend (98)

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Cole

Book: The Near Witch by Victoria Schwab

Series: N/A

He’s a witch and he can control the wind, he's around the age of eighteen. He has gray eyes, as dark as river stones without the water, and dark hair. His skin is fair and his body is thin from constant traveling, tragedy struck his family and he blames himself so he is continually searching for a way to make up for his past. His voice is smooth and strangely hollow from lack of use, until he meets a girl that makes him want to stop and settle in one place.

Quotes:

“Lexi, when they led me out on the moor, for the first time in a very long while, I didn’t want to suffer. I didn’t want to lose…everything for someone else’s crimes. Would that I had realized it a little sooner,” he says, with a small pained laugh. “The only thing I could think of when he raised the gun, when he pulled the trigger, was you. Wanting to hear your voice. Wanting to feel your skin against mine. I feel connected to you, and I couldn’t bear the thought of being that severed. Lost.”

“What were you thinking when you made that wall?” “Not thinking, really,” he says, without breaking his stride. “It’s just want. I want to keep you safe. I want to find the children. I want to put the Near Witch to rest. Because I want to stay.” He looks down at the ground, but I can hear him add, “I want to stay here, with you.”

He plants a kiss on my nose. “Lexi,” he says. He kisses my jaw. “I want to be here.” He kisses my throat. “Because you are here.” I can feel him against my skin. The celebration fades away, ant the village fades away, and everything fades away except for his hands finding mine. And his lips against mine. I pull back, studying his large gray eyes. “Don’t look at me like that,” he says with a soft laugh. “Like what?” “Like I’m not real, or not really here. Like I’m going to blow away.” “Are you?” I ask. He frowns, sitting up and turning so that he can look at me. “I hope not. This is the only place I want to be.”

My Book Boyfriend (97)

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Lucas Ross

Book: Hourglass by Claudia Gray

Series: Evernight

He’s twenty, and never known anything outside of life in the Black Cross, an elite occult of zealot vampire hunters. He discovers that not all vampires are evil though, and wants to begin living his own life. Strong facial features, a firm jaw and high cheekbones. Deep green eyes, golden blond hair, he’s tall with a wiry, but well-muscled form. He has some old-world manners that make your heart melt like when he refers to the love of his life as “my girl.”

Quotes:

“I love you,” he murmured. “That means I’m not just here for the pretty parts. I’m here no matter what.”

Her eyes flickered over to Lucas. “How long have you known about this?” “Since halfway through my time at Evernight Academy. I found out pretty much the same way you just did.” Lucas put one hand on the small of my back, comforting me. “Then Bianca came clean and told me the story. I realized—how I felt about her—because of who she was, it didn’t matter what she was.”

Lucas tugged at the neck of his shirt, exposing his neck. Quietly, he repeated, “Drink from me.” “You want me to kill you,” I whispered. “You’d give up your life to save me.” He gave me this look like that was so obvious, so necessary, and tears welled in my eyes. “I know what I’m doing,” he said. The shadows in the room framed his face; it seemed as if the light in the room was drawn only to him. “I’m ready. The last thing I’ll ever know is that you’re going to be okay. That’s all I need.”

My Book Boyfriend (96)

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Calhoun Ballenger

Book: Calhoun by Diana Palmer

Series: Long, Tall Texans

He’s a powerful Texas rancher with blonde-streaked brown hair and a deep, gravelly voice. He has dark, deep-set eyes, high cheekbones and a dimpled chin. His mouth is even sexy: a thin but sensuous upper lip and a faintly square, chiseled lower lip. There is a little wave in his thick, blond hair, not much, but enough that it is unruly around his ears. He’s a tall, well muscled man with a broad chest and narrow hips, and thick brown hair covers his hard, tanned chest. 

Quotes:

“Abby, I can’t believe you really wanted to pay money to watch a bunch of boys take their clothes off,” he muttered. “It beats having boys try to take mine off,” she returned humorously. “You must think so, too, because you go nuts if I try to date anybody with any experience.” He frowned. That was true. It upset him to think of any man taking advantage of Abby. He didn’t want other men touching her.

He touched her mouth with a lean forefinger and she actually jumped. Her eyes flashing open, all her hidden hungers and fears lying there. And that was when his self control fell away. She was hungry for him. Just as hungry as he was for her. Was that why she’d been so restless, because she’d become attracted to him and was trying to hide it? He had to know. She couldn’t answer him. She felt as if he was trying to see inside her mind. “I’m not afraid of you. Can’t we go?” “What are you trying to do?” he whispered, leaning closer, threatening her lips with his. “Block it out? Pretend you aren’t hungry for my mouth?”

“I’ll take you home now,” he said gently. “And you can have until your birthday to think about me and miss me and want me. And then, if you can’t stand it anymore, I’ll give you a birthday present you’ll never forget.” “What?” she asked breathlessly. He covered her open moth with his own. “Me,” he breathed into it.

My Book Boyfriend (95)

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Ryal Walker

Book: Next of Kin by Sharon Sala

Series: Rebel Ridge

Thick black hair and his voice is like warm whiskey on a cold night, broad shoulders and a muscular body with a long, lanky stride. He likes building things, and has created a decent business building handcrafted, one-of-a-kind pieces of furniture. He’s protective and loyal.  When a misunderstanding separates him from the love of his life, even though he's unsure if they will ever be together again, he waits for her, knowing that no other woman could ever make him happy.

Quotes:

Their first kiss had been behind this very house. Beth remembered the warm feel of his lips on hers, and how it had started to snow as they’d quietly pulled apart. There had been a look in his eyes that she’d never forgotten. He’d wanted her in the way that a man wants a woman, but he’d never pushed. Instead, he had let Beth lead the way, giving her all the freedom she needed to feel safe with him. And when they’d finally made love that next spring, it had been magic.

The thought was horrifying. “Don’t say that, woman. Don’t even talk about dying. I just got you back. I’m not going to lose you, not ever again.”

“What do you want, Lilabeth?” “To know if this means as much to you as it does to me.” “If you’re looking for forever, you’ve come to the right place. Does that answer your question?”

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Darrakayiis

(Darrak)

Book: The Demon in Me by Michelle Rowen

Series: Living in Eden

He’s an archdemon who’s been cursed to possess humans for the last 300 years, only he had no control or ways of communicating with the “hosts.” In human form he has a handsome face with a square jaw and perfect lips, dark hair, slightly messy and slightly too long and ice blue eyes that burn with amber flames when his emotions run high. In demon form amber flames coat his entire body, which grows to seven feet and broadens to twice his human size. His eyes are the only thing vaguely recognizable and not covered in fire.

Quotes:

There was a long silence. “You’re absolutely right. And I’m sorry. I had every intention of helping, but…” “But what?” “I don’t like golden boy.” “His name is Ben.” “Whatever. I don’t like him so I’m having a hard time helping because of that.” “What don’t you like about him?” “I don’t like the way he looks at you.” She frowned. “The way he looks at me? How does he look at me?” “Like he wants to have sex with you.” Her mouth dropped open. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“You’re a demon, not a man. Men don’t turn into black smoke at sunset and have to possess people in order to survive. Men aren’t afraid of draining others of too much energy.” “And a full demon wouldn’t care who he drained.” “So if you’re not a full demon, then what are you?” His face was blank of expression, but his brows had drawn together as if he was concentrating very hard. “I wish I knew. Three hundred years of living inside of humans…it’s changed me, Eden.”

“Forget about him.” “He threatened you. Right in front of me.” His body shook with anger and Eden grabbed his shoulders and then touched his face to force him to look at her. Finally he let go of Richard. “Hey,” she said. “Come on. You’re starting to scare me.” His chest heaved and he blinked those fiery eyes. “He was going to hurt you.”

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Jack Norton

Book: Conspiracy Game by Christine Feehan

Series: GhostWalkers

He’s a genetically enhanced, psychic soldier. Deep scars and burns mark his chest, shoulders and taut belly. His facial features seem carved out of stone; he’s handsome in a masculine, chiseled sort of way. Broad shoulders, powerful arms, narrow hips, and built with massive upper body strength and well defined muscle.  Deep grey eyes and a restless gaze that comes from years of fighting behind enemy lines.

Quotes:

“Jebediah.” Jack’s voice cut in, his tone very low, almost purring. “You talk to her like that again around me and I’m going to rip out your heart. We clear on that?” Briony’s heart jumped at the threat. Coming from anyone else, it would have been melodramatic, but Jack sounded like he meant it. His tone was mild, he hadn’t raised his voice; in fact he hadn’t even sat up, one arm was still slung over his eyes, but something in his ultrarelaxed posture seemed deceptive—as if inside he was coiled like a snake, ready to strike at any moment. She had never in her life met anyone so casual about violence.

Jack looked at her over the top of the cup, his eyes meeting hers, a sudden raw intensity turning the deep grey of his eyes to a liquid silver. “I would have accommodated you had you asked.”

“Briony, stop,” Jack ordered. His hand curved around her neck, fingers working to massage the tension out of her. “It’s my child too. I want you here. I want the baby here. I’ll teach you the things you need, and after the baby is born, we’ll both protect him together.” Her heart jumped, but she wasn’t ready to hope again. “Why do you think it’s a boy?” “Because my heart couldn’t take a girl. Can you imagine some boy trying to date my daughter? I’d be sharpening my knives when he came calling.”

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Brandon Amana

Book: The Crescent by Jordan Deen

Series: The Crescent

He’s a werewolf; in wolf form his eyes are golden brown and his fur is pitch black. In human form he stands roughly six-feet tall and has a flawless face; hazel-green eyes and dark brown hair. His muscular and powerful arms are lightly scarred, most likely due to natural wolfish games. His mate was stolen from his pack when she was just a baby, and their survival depends on their mating-bond. He has a strong protective instinct, and will do anything to return her to their pack in order for her to claim her destined position at his side.

Quotes:

“What do…” I started to lean back, but Brandon’s hands clasped either side of my face and he pressed his smooth lips to mine. His kiss was hungry, full of need and longing. The only thing I could feel was Brandon, his soft hands and his heart beating against my chest. Overwhelming images of lying in bed next to him and his hands brushing freely through my hair flooded my mind. The amount of intimacy that passed between us was staggering; the connection was overpowering. Brandon’s hands rested at the base of my neck as he took his lips away from mine. I struggled to catch my breath. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as my body shook with excitement.

“Brandon…I don’t understand any of this.” My heart bounced against my chest from the mere touch of his fingers and his breath on my face. “I know you don’t. I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner. It took me forever to find you.” Brandon brushed his fingers down my arm making me hold my breath. “But I’m here now and there is nothing they can do to change that.” I anxiously anticipated his kiss as he leaned towards me. When our lips finally touched my pulse raced and I threw both of my arms around his neck deepening the kiss. I felt the sting from my bruised arms for the briefest moment, but it stopped the instant my mind flooded with visions of his love for me and mine for him. I was faint again and breathless from his lips covering mine.

Brandon’s uniquely earthy scent filled my lungs and clouded my head. He didn’t let me answer. He kissed me like it would be the last kiss of our lives. The only kiss that ever mattered in the entire world; one laced with equal parts of love and lust. My need for him grew stronger and stronger with every brush of his lips to mine, every mingling of our tongues, and every beat of his heart through my thin shirt. A shirt that had to go, and did, quickly into a heap on the floor somewhere in the darkness. -Half Moon

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Milo

Book: Fall for Anything by Courtney Summers

Series: N/A

He’s seventeen and constantly looks like he just rolled out of bed, his longish brown hair is always messy around his head and his blue eyes always look kind of sleepy.

Milo is a character that spoke to me on more of an emotional level. His best friend since second grade is a girl that tragically lost her father a few months ago; he wants to be there for her, but at the same time he’s lost when it comes to helping her pick up the pieces of her life. And when another guy comes along, Milo won't let her go without a fight.

Quotes:

At what point is sunscreen fully absorbed in to the skin? Milo touches me longer than he has t, but that’s okay. His palms smooth across my shoulder blades. I keep my eyes closed. After a while, his hands are off me, but I feel that he’s near, more than I did before. For some reason it makes me feel sad but grateful. I want to open my eyes and tell him it’s nice to know that he’s there, but I don’t. I just want to keep this moment going as long as I can.

His lips press against my lips and his palms lie gently against the side if my face. His hands are warm. My hands are cold. His hands move to my hair. I kiss him back and regain the ability to think in full sentences and I regret it immediately: What does this mean? How can he kiss me? How can he kiss me? Oh my God, he’s kissing me.

“Thank you,” I tell him. “For what you did for me.” I’ll start there. But the rest—I think has to wait. “You’re my best friend,” he says. I bring my hand to his face. I run my fingers lightly across his skin. My index finger traces his lips. I just want to feel that he’s here. I lay down next to him and rest my head on his chest. He tenses just for a second, surprised, and then he relaxes and puts his arm around me. I don’t want to talk. I just want to be quiet with him. Listen to his heart—that constant. He kisses my forehead.

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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.

Quotes:

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.”

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Charlie
A.K.A. Boston
Book: Nailed by Jennifer Laurens

Series: N/A

He’s in his early twenties with intense, deep brown eyes and hair the same rich chocolate color of his eyes, he has a firm, wide mouth and a beautiful smile. Sun bronzed skin, absolutely ripped abs and a muscular body from many hours of working construction sites. He’s not the type of guy to throw caution to the wind and has dreams of doing more with his life than just construction.  He got burned pretty bad by his last girlfriend and took a vow to stay away from women for a while, only one young woman gets under his skin and when it looks like he might have some competition, he proves himself to be the right man for her.

Quotes:

His dark eyes locked on her as she sat, arms stretched out along the rim of the [truck] bed. He lifted the bill of his cap in a gesture of good-bye that sent a nice tickle through her blood.

“So you’re giving yourself a break. I still think that’s a smart idea. Wounds need time to heal.” She heard him sigh and looked over in time to see frustration on his face. “Something wrong?” He squinted, looking at the vacant lots as they drove by. “Yeah. Actually, there is.” “Having second thoughts about her?” He shook his head, still not meeting her gaze. “No. That’ll never be a problem again.” “Wow, must have been pretty nasty. I’m sorry.” When he looked at her, it wasn’t with anything but truth. “I can tell that about you. I appreciate the honesty.” “Is it work? I can talk to Marc—” “I don’t think I can keep my vow.” Mandy’s eyes opened wide just as the truck pulled to a stop. Dust blew up around the wheels, and circled in the air. She heard the doors of the cab open, but her gaze was fixed on Boston’s face. There was no disguising what she saw coloring his eyes a deep, sober black, drawing his jaw into a knot. But he heart refused to believe it.

Boston stormed from the door and in two long strides was against her. His hands, warm and firm, cupped her cheeks and in the next thing she knew, his damp lips were on hers. Fire shot from her head to her shaking knees. Just as fast as he’d grabbed her, he released her, and stood back, dark eyes locked on hers, a fast pant in his chest.

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William Becker Richmond 

(A.K.A Rieker)

Book: The Faerie Ring by Kiki Hamilton

Series: Faerie Ring

He’s a well-to-do young man in London during the late 1800’s; circumstances in his life caused him to need a change, so he pretends to be a street urchin. He has smoky grey eyes, framed by incredibly long dark lashes, sculpted cheekbones, a straight nose and a strong jaw. His hair is long and dark and he has a tall, rugged build. A long, narrow scar resides under one eyebrow and another along his jaw, giving him an air of danger.

Quotes:

Surprised, Tiki watched Rieker’s face for a moment. “But why? Why would you protect me?” Rieker turned his dark eyes on her. A strange fluttery feeling filled her chest, and Tiki found it hard to draw a deep breath. For a moment everyone else melted away, and it was as though only the two of them were in the room. She stared back, the slow thud of her heart suddenly noticeable in her chest. “Because”—Rieker’s voice softened—“you need protection. You don’t seem to understand what you’re part of.”

“You’re not just a pickpocket with fast hands.” Rieker’s eyes locked on hers. “I found a girl caring for other orphans like a mother. A girl who’d befriended an old bookshop keeper who had lost his daughter. A girl who can read and is helping others learn to read.” His voice softened. “And a girl so beautiful at times, you take my breath away.”

Rieker lowered his head toward her. Tiki leaned into him, the physical pull between them more than she could deny. She rested her hand on his chest, a sudden yearning filling her. His fingers slipped behind her head as his lips descended on hers, warm and urgent, as though he wanted to claim her before she was snatched from him.

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Crispin Phillip Arthur Russell III 
(A.K.A. Bones)

Book: Halfway to the Grave by Jeaniene Frost

Series: Night Huntress

He’s a Master vampire, changed back in the year 1790 at the age of twenty-four. His hair is nearly white and his skin is pale and unlined. His brows are distinctly darker than his hair, eyes that are suck a dark brown they could have been black, cheekbones that could have been chiseled from marble. His voice has a distinct English accent and he can move in the blink of an eye. He’s a vampire hit-man, and completely unapologetic about his lifestyle. But underneath his sarcasm and blunt words, he has a caring side that he hides from almost everyone.

Quotes:

It had been a long time since I’d been in a man’s arms. Sure, Bones might have carried me before when I was unconscious, but that didn’t count. Now I was very aware of his hard chest against me, how effortlessly he held me, and how really good he smelled. It wasn’t cologne—he never wore any. It was a clean scent that was uniquely his and it was…intoxicating.

“Is that a stake, Bones, or are you just happy with my new dress?” He gave me a grin that was filled with more innuendo than an hour’s worth of conversation. “In this case, it’s a stake. You could always feel around for something more, see what comes up.”

“Kitten, look at me,” he said flatly. I blinked. “I am.” “No, you’re not.” He slid closer, his eyes all green now. “You stare straight through me as if I’m not even there. You look at me…and you don’t see a man. You see a vampire, and therefore accord me less substance. One of the few exceptions was last weekend. I held you and kissed you, watched your eyes light up with desire, and knew for once you were truly seeing me for what I was. Not just a non-beating heart with a shell around it. I dare you to look at me that way again, now, with no excuse of chemicals to fall back on. I want you.” A slight smile twisted his lips as he made the blunt statement. “I’ve wanted you from the moment we met, and if you think sitting next to me in your bra doesn’t overwhelm me with desire, you’re very wrong. I just don’t force myself where I’m not invited.”

And I just have to throw this one in because it is my favorite:

“She’s my Kitten, and no one else’s.” - One Foot in the Grave

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(I--as in me, Amy--don't like to use commercial photos, I like to use the authors' descriptions and my imagination.)

Jonathon Whitby, Lord Denbury

Book: Darker Still by Leanna Renee Hieber

Series: Magic Most Foul

Eighteen years old and a medical scholar in the 1880’s, his eyes are a bright, shocking blue, they burn with cerulean light. He’s tall and sure, broad shouldered and fit, with jet-black hair that is neat around his ears but dell in gentle curls. The masculine lines of his face are beautifully composed, tiny traces between his nose and the corners of his pursed and perfect lips indicate that his mouth will grow lines of an often wide smile as he ages. He’s honorable and protective of those he cares about.

Quotes:

His hands gently cradled my head as he pulled me toward his chest. I suddenly felt as though I was the most precious thing in his world. “Thank Heaven,” he murmured against my hair. “There is yet hope.” His accent had a delicious, lilting British cadence. His voice was not the unsettling one of his ghost but the firm voice of a man in trouble. I took a moment to soak in his warmth and relish the feel of his arms around me. No matter that this was pure madness; it seemed as if some sort of fates had aligned.

“I am a gentleman, Miss Stewart. I promise,” he assured me. “But in a circumstance like this, it’s easy for one’s fantasy to get away with them, for I exist in a fantastical premise. You must think I’m a cad.” “What, for wanting to kiss me?” I breathed. I thought it was a fabulous idea. “Would you think me not a lady if I wanted to kiss you too?” “I think in this particular case, being a lady is overrated.” He stepped closer and took my hands in his.

The dear man must be commended for being so quick on his feet during urgent times, no matter the strange ties of our conscious and unconscious states. He seized me and whirled me to the side, pressing me firmly behind him as he stepped boldly forward to place himself between me and the demon who hesitated at the door, snarling.

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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!
(I--as in me, Amy--don't like to use commercial photos, I like to use the authors' descriptions and my imagination.)

Tom Rowland

Book: Faithful by Janet Fox

Series: Faithful

A young man of eighteen, who dreams of becoming a wildlife biologist in the early 1900’s. His eyes are the color of the sea when it’s stormy, a peculiar changeable gray with a hint of green. He has blond hair with a stubborn lock that constantly falls across his forehead, a wonderful smile that will make your heart melt and he towers over nearly everyone in the room. His movements are athletic, yet graceful.  He doesn't are much for what society thinks, and believes that humans should leave nature alone.

Quotes:

That errant lock of hair fell across his forehead. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He looked at his hands that worked the canvas bag he held, kneading it like dough. “I think we got off on the wrong foot here. Can I make it up to you? Maybe we can start over.” He pointed down the hill to the hotel. His clear sea-grey eyes met mine and my stomach flipped. “So, Miss Bennet, could I buy you an ice cream this evening after supper?”

He laughed and stopped walking. I felt a wash of relief and faced him and smiled. I liked the way he threw his head back and how his laugh sounded deep and genuine. Our eyes met and I could scarcely breathe from the joy of it.

He started to laugh. “Maggie, what are you trying to say?” “I want to know. Am I a friend?” I asked. I looked up at him, at that impertinent lock of hair, at his smiling eyes. “A good friend? Like Kula?” “More than that, I hope. More than good,” he said. He reached out to me and drew me to him. I looked up into his eyes, and he kissed me then, and it was like no kiss I’d ever felt. Deep and pure and filled with longing, as he pressed me to his chest.

My Book Boyfriend (84)

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!
(I--as in me, Amy--don't like to use commercial photos, I like to use the authors' descriptions and my imagination.)

Jacián (Hah-see-AHN) Obergon

Book: Cryer’s Cross by Lisa McMann

Series: N/A

He’s eighteen: tough looking and muscular, with medium-brown skin and hair that is black and wavy. He’s athletic and a strong soccer player; while on the field he moves likes a dancer, and his dream is to someday play professionally. He was a junior councilor at a soccer summer camp for kids, so he’s more understanding and sensitive then people might believe. He falls hard for Kendall; and when she is in danger, no possibility will go unchecked if he can save her.

Quotes:

“I was out for a walk. I couldn’t sleep, and I had a really shitty evening, and the sky was awesome and, well, yeah. I went past your house and saw the upstairs all lit up from the road. On my way back it was darker, but I could see your silhouette in the window, just standing there. And, I don’t know…I just started walking down your driveway for some insane reason. I was feeling bad, and I figured you were too, and so I thought maybe you’d want to…I don’t know. Talk or something. It was stupid.” His eyes are hard and he looks off toward the parking lot.

“I’m so scared,” Kendall says again, a whisper this time. “Tell me why,” Jacián says. “Do you know something? Did something happen?” He pulls away and looks at her. Wipes the tears from her cheeks with gentle fingers. Kendall thinks for a long moment, trying to decide. Knowing anything she says about the desk will sound completely loony. “It’s crazy. I’m going crazy. I swear. I can’t tell you why. I—I don’t even know why.” “What can I do to help you?” Jacián asks. His eyes are filled with concern. There is nothing left of his hardness, his anger from when Kendall first met him.

Kendall smacks his chest, but this time he is ready. He grabs her arm and holds it tightly to his chest, pulls her toward him. “Don’t.” Kendall struggles one-armed to sit up, surprise on her face, “Don’t what?” She can feel his body heat through his shirt. “I think you’re afraid to like me.” Jacián’s dark eyes slice into hers for a long moment before he speaks again. “If you want to touch me, Kendall, then touch me. Don’t hide behind those little girl slaps.”