#YABound Swoon : Touching Smoke 1/2

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Here is a good swoon, I have only been able to read bits and peices of this one, as I have so many review books, but wanted to read a little, I really love this cover too.

Touching Smoke (Touch #1)

by Airicka Phoenix 

Published July 31st 2012 by Treasureline Publishing

ISBN13 9781617521294

Series Touch #1

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Blurb:

Secrets... 
Fallon has one. She doesn’t know it, but it will kill her... if she’s caught. 
Love... 
Isaiah. Her soul mate. Made especially for her. Created especially for her. Designed to be everything she would ever need. But loving him will destroy her. 
Betrayal... 
Willing to die for her, kill for her, Isaiah must first save her from the monster chasing them — the man that had created them to annihilate the world. 
What would you risk for love?

The Swoon Scene:

He shook his head, planting his own kisses to my throat and sending delicious little tingles all throughout my body.My head dropped back against the mossy ground and I stared up at the spinning canopy of branches overhead. Our ragged breathing mingled, beating like war drums in the absolute silence. I was painfully conscious of his weight crushing me, pressing me into the soft earth, and I made no effort to push him off. The solidness and heat radiating around him cocooned me like my own personal blanket of security. I would have happily stayed there for all eternity if it were possible.I let my lips stroke the side of his face, my arms still looped possessively around him, frightened by the terrifying churn of fear raking inside me at the very idea of letting him go. My fingers fisted in his long hair, holding him to me even tighter. If I had my way, I would have kept him there, wrapped in my arms until the stars fell from the heavens and the world imploded in a glorious inferno.He turned his head, nuzzling the side of my jaw with his lips. His arms snaked around my middle, turning us so we were on our side and I was pressed into the folds of his chest. We were touching everywhere like two pieces of a perfect puzzle. Even the erratic tattooing of his heart beat against mine in an age-old language understood only by them. We were as close to being a single entity as we could possibly get without ever removing our clothes.“What am I?” I whispered, my eyelids already drooping in the promises of sleep.If at any point I doubted that he felt half of what I felt, he pressed his lips to my ear, and whispered, “Mine. Always.”