Hi everyone, my name is Jen and I’m from In the Closet With a Bibliophile. I hope your weekend is going smashing and you’re all ready for the yumminess that is this weekend! Because, lets be honest, I love my fictional boyfriends and I can’t help but think they love me, too! *wink*
Fictional boys, the epitome of deliciousness, come in so many flavors. We have the sinfully sweet Saints who are magnificently gorgeous while also affectionate and tender-hearted. Quite often, they are charismatic and maybe even a little shy. On the flip side, we have the wickedly delectable Sinners, who are exquisitely beautiful while radiating sex, lust and their allure is held in their not-so-nice actions. Both we want in some form or another, but lucky for me, this post is about the Saints I want to lick and the Sinners I want to throw up against a wall and do unholy things to.
So, without further ado, I give you my picks:
My pick for Saint was epically easy as I have a crazy-super crush on Cricket Graham Bell from Lola and the Boy Next Door. Cricket is 6’4″ tall, lean and possibly the sweetest guy to ever exist. He has the most beautiful blue eyes and mad-scientist, brown hair and, not only is he thoughtful and caring, he is a brilliant, genius. But my very favorite thing about Cricket, is this underlying energy he has that makes him so full of life and love, he draws me to him. The way he lights up about the smallest things or how he listens to everything
that I that Lola is saying, no matter if it’s about panniers, (metal corded layers underneath a medieval dress) or her loser of a mom, or the pies her dad makes. He is generous in all the ways that matter and while sometimes he’s a little bit nerdy, I find it freakishly sexy.
“Lola, do you remember when you told me that I had a gift?” [Cricket]
I gulp. “Yes.”
His eyes open and lock on mine. “You have one, too. and maybe some people think that wearing a costume means you’re trying to hide your real identity, but I think a costume is more truthful than regular clothing could ever be. It actually says something about the person wearing it. I knew that Lola, because she expressed her desires and wishes and dreams for the entire city to see. For me to see.”
My heart is beating in my ears, my lungs, my throat.
“I miss that Lola,” he says.
I take a step toward him. His breath catches.
And then he takes a step toward me.
Now, even though Cricket Bell is 18 in Lola, in my head he is always older (because I’m 28,LOL!) so, for my Saintly Cricket, I’ve chose James Marsden. And let me tell you people, I don’t know if you can find anyone as sexy and sweet as Cricket Graham Bell! I really have this urge to lick my screen!
My eyes open, and my heart is in my throat. “Cricket…I’m not that.”He stops pinning my hair. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve built up this idea about me, this ideal, but I’m not that person. I’m not perfect. I am far from perfect. I’m not worth such a beautiful story.”
“Lola. You are the story.”
“But a story is just that. It isn’t the truth.”
Cricket returns to his work. The pink roses are added. “I know you aren’t perfect. But it’s a person’s imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.”
And if I’m the stars, Cricket Bell is entire galaxies.
[Lola, Kindle Location 3966]
For my bad-boy Sinner I’ve chosen Ethan Sullivan, Master Vampire for Cadogan House from The Chicagoland Vampire series by Chloe Neill. Now, sometimes Ethan is kind of a douche, but he’s a very old vampire and really…it’s to be expected. He’s tall and muscular with long blonde hair and exquisitely green eyes. Occasionally, he thinks outside of his vampirism and remembers a bit of his humanity, but in the beginning it’s kind of rare. Mostly, he does what he must to take care of Cadogan House and all the vampires within. He is a protector, a teacher, a freakishly sexy man that I would love nothing more than to jump!
“You are what I made you.” [Ethan]
“I make myself.” [Merit]
Ethan took a step forward, then another, until I was stepping away to avoid him, until he’d backed me against the living room wall, until I felt the cold slickness of painted plaster behind me. I was caught. Ethan braced his hands against the wall, one on each side of my head, boxing me in, and stared down at me.
“Do you want disciplining, Initiate?” I stared at him, a flame igniting in my core.
“Not especially.” Liar. His eyes searched mine.
“Then why do you persist in taunting me?” The eye contact felt too intimate, so I turned my head away and tried to swallow down the reluctant arousal, uncomfortably aware that I couldn’t blame my actions, my interest, on the vampire lurking inside me.[...]
[...]“I wasn’t taunting you.”
He didn’t move, not until he lowered his head, his lips even closer to mine than before. “You wanted me a moment ago.” This time, his voice was quiet, his words not the challenge of a Master vampire, but the entreaty of a boy, of a man: I am right, aren’t I, Merit? That you wanted me?
I forced myself to be honest, but I couldn’t force myself to speak. So I stayed silent, and let the silence stand for words that I couldn’t bring myself to say: I want you. Despite myself, I want you. In spite of what you are, I want you.
He dropped his head so that his lips hovered just above mine, his breath on my cheeks. “Give in to it.” I flicked my eyes up to meet his, which were the deep, dark green of primeval forests—ancient, unknowable, and hiding monsters in their wooded depths.
“You don’t even like me.” He smiled a little evilly.
“That doesn’t seem to matter.” A slap wouldn’t have pulled me out of the trance any faster. I twisted beneath his braced arms, then moved away.
“I’m not happy about this either.”
“Yes, I get that you don’t want to be attracted to me, that you think I’m beneath you, but thank you for pointing it out anyway. And in case you haven’t realized it, I’m not thrilled about it, either. I don’t want to like you, and I certainly don’t want to be with someone who’s appalled by me. I don’t want to be . . . desired begrudgingly.” He stepped toward me with the grace of a slinking panther. And just as dangerous.
“Then what do you want me to say?” His voice was low, thick with lambent power. “That I wanted you to taste me? For all that you’re stubborn, sarcastic, completely unable to take seriously my authority, and patently disrespectful, that I want you? Do you think this is what I would choose?”
Is it totally wrong that I want him to choose, ME!? Is anyone else a little hot in here?? *licks lips*
Anyhow, there are my selections for this freakishly awesome Saint and Sinner Weekend. I’d like to thank Ash for letting me be apart of this, I had WAY too much fun! And, to celebrate, I am giving away a copy of either Lola and the Boy Next Door or any ONE of The Chicagoland Vampire books to ONE lucky winner. This giveaway is open to anywhere The Book Depository ships, see countries here.
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