The Nerd's Word #7: Waiting On Tiger Lily by Jodi Lynn Anderson + Swooning Over The Last Echo by Kimberly Derting

"Waiting On" / On My Wishlist:

A book I cannot wait to get my hands on.
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Tiger Lily

by Jodi Lynn Anderson

Expected publication: July 3rd 2012 by Harper Collins Children's Books 

Before Peter Pan belonged to Wendy, he belonged to the girl with the crow feather in her hair. . . .
Fifteen-year-old Tiger Lily doesn't believe in love stories or happy endings. Then she meets the alluring teenage Peter Pan in the forbidden woods of Neverland and immediately falls under his spell.
Peter is unlike anyone she's ever known. Impetuous and brave, he both scares and enthralls her. As the leader of the Lost Boys, the most fearsome of Neverland's inhabitants, Peter is an unthinkable match for Tiger Lily. Soon, she is risking everything—her family, her future—to be with him. When she is faced with marriage to a terrible man in her own tribe, she must choose between the life she's always known and running away to an uncertain future with Peter.
With enemies threatening to tear them apart, the lovers seem doomed. But it's the arrival of Wendy Darling, an English girl who's everything Tiger Lily is not, that leads Tiger Lily to discover that the most dangerous enemies can live inside even the most loyal and loving heart.
From the New York Times bestselling author of Peaches comes a magical and bewitching story of the romance between a fearless heroine and the boy who wouldn't grow up. 

I am eagerly waiting for Tiger Lily because the book, according to the blurb, is a Peter Pan retelling. While I've never really liked Peter Pan's story, I grew up with it, and would like to see another writer's take on the popular novel.

Swoon:

Lines and/or scenes from a book that made me swoon.
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One of my all time favorite YA coupling is Jay and Violet from The Body Finder. So, today's swoon is from Kimberly Derting's The Last Echo. 

(Spoiler Warning!)

He flattened his hand lightly over the surface of her stomach, softly letting his palm glide over her skin in a feather-soft caress. He brushed lightly across a scrape along the side of her rib cage, from where Nua had dragged her while she’d struggled against him. Jay’s fingers just barely grazed it. And then he bent forward, letting lips touch the tender abrasions. He took his time, his mouth—and his warm breath—giving her goose bumps. Violet sifted her fingers through his soft hair, tugging him closer until she was torn between two very different kinds of agony—the kind just below her skin’s surface, and the one that came from deep within her.
When she realized she was only torturing herself, she released the soft waves of his hair. “Are you almost done?” she breathed raggedly.
Jay grinned, raising only his eyes to hers. His lips moved lower, until at last he found the faintest bruise at her hip. It was where James Nua’s foot had clipped her.
She felt his lips then, tenderly—so, so tenderly—press against it. His tongue flickered lightly over her skin’s surface. Heat surged through her, making her nearly forget there was any pain at all. Then he moved all the way up and kissed her lips, more firmly than she would have imagined she could bear, one final time.
“Now I’m done,” he retorted, one brow raised as he scrutinized her glazed expression with complacent satisfaction.