The Nerd's Word #2: Waiting On Touching The Surface by Kimberly Sabatini + Swooning Over Sweet Evil by Wendy Higgins

"Waiting On" / On My Wishlist:
A book I cannot wait to get my hands on.
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Touching The Surface

by Kimberly Sabatini

Expected publication: October 30th 2012 by Simon Pulse

Life altering mistakes are meant to alter lives…
When Elliot dies for the third time, she knows this is her last shot. There are no fourth-timers in this afterlife, so one more chance is all she has to get things right. But before she can move on to her next life, Elliot will be forced to face her past and delve into the painful memories she’d rather keep buried. Memories of people she’s hurt, people she’s betrayed… and people she’s killed.
As she pieces together the mistakes of her past, Elliot must earn the forgiveness of her best friend and reveal the truth about herself to the two boys she loves…even if it means losing them both forever.

"When Elliot dies for the third time..."

Isn't that line interesting? Probably about dying and reincarnation. Somehow, it reminds me of Evermore by Alyson Noel and Incarnate by Jodi Meadows, and no, I did not like those two. In fact, there are so few reincarnation books that I like. Maybe Touching The Surface would change all that...

What are you waiting on?

Swoon:

Lines and/or scenes from a book that made me swoon
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This week's swoon comes from Sweet Evil by Wendy Higgins. Enjoy!

Twitter Version (in 140 characters or less):

I need you to trust me and stay relaxed. I’m just going to raise your shirt a bit so that I can get to your back.

Extended Version (cheater's version):

“I need you to trust me and stay relaxed. I’m just going to raise your shirt a bit so that I can get to your back.” I shivered at the tug of my shirt upward and the cool air brushing my bare skin. But it was nothing compared to the shiver I experienced as all ten hot fingertips found the small of my back, working in slow circles across my skin. He lifted them so they barely touched me. Every hair follicle on my body stood upright. All thoughts of protesting disappeared. And just when I didn’t think I could take the teasing of his feathery touch for a second longer, his palms pressed down on my back muscles, strong thumbs circling outward from my spine to my waist. I stifled a moan of pleasure.