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Swoon Scene:

 (This is a rare point of view from the main guy, Reed, I love reading from his point of view)

I have to kiss her again; I start with her lips. When I taste her on my tongue, I want more. I need more. Tugging on her bottom lip with mine elicits a soft groan of pleasure from her. I live in the sound of it. When our bodies fit together, like pieces falling into place, I’m nearly undone by it and by her eyes. They narrow and her forehead leans forward to rest against mine. Through her eyes, I can almost see inside her soul. That’s where I long to be: centered near her soul, wedged between it and her heart. Her angelic body and heart are mine, have always been mine, but Russell was right when he said her soul loves him and now there is a piece of her heart that loves Brennus. I want it all; I understand that now. The battle for her entire heart and her soul starts now. I begin my seduction as I pull my lips from hers. My assault on her soul is a slow rhythm that increases with her heartbeat. Trailing kisses over her neck, my lips come to rest on my wings imprinted on her chest. They’re still there. My aspire. A small smile forms for the first time. I press my lips to the symbol branded on her, speaking to her kittenish soul in Angel. I know that Evie doesn’t understand that language yet, but her soul knows it for its own.

Incendiary (The Premonition #4)

by Amy A. Bartol 

(Blurb is more of just a teaser, its all there is)

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My Review Here (with excerpt too and more teasers)

Cold, fine drops of rain fall softly on my cheeks as I emerge from the darkness of the ship's interior to the gray, overcast sky of the main deck. Pulling my dark pea coat tighter to my body, the wind lifts red tendrils of my hair. I walk slowly to the railing overlooking the water.
I catch my first sight of the Irish coastline; its craggy landscape makes me shiver in dread. I find it difficult to imagine now how the Gancanagh had made this their home for so long without anyone realizing it. The cold, moss-covered edifices practically scream their presence. As I study the shadows between the falling-down stone, I imagine creeping shapes of undead Faeries grasping the rock, waiting for our ship to draw nearer to their position.
Tipping my face up, I let the rain wash over me. It bathes away the frigid sweat of fear that has broken on my brow. "You don't know how fiercely beautiful you are, do you?" A quiet voice behind me asks, causing me to stiffen and fix my eyes on the rocks along the shoreline.

Inescapable (The Premonition #1)

by Amy A. Bartol 

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{Summary of Book 1, gives more on what the story overall is about.}

My name is Evie Claremont and this was to be the making of me--my freshman year of college. I had been hoping that once I had arrived on Crestwood's campus, the nightmare that I've been having would go away. It hasn't.
I may be an inexperienced seventeen-year-old, but I'm grounded...sane. Since meeting sophomore Reed Wellington, however, nothing makes any sense. Whenever he is near, I feel an attraction to him--a magnetic kind of force pulling me towards him. I know what you're thinking...that sounds fairly awesome. Yeah, it would--if he liked me, but Reed acts as if I'm the worst thing that's ever happened to Crestwood...or him. But, get this, for some reason every time I turn around he's there, barging into my life.
What is the secret he is keeping from me? I'm hoping that it is anything but what I expect: that he is not exactly normal...and neither am I. So maybe Crestwood won't be the making of me, but it could be the breaking of me. I have been left to wonder if the dark future my dream is foretelling is...inescapable.

Below is the whole series so far