The Nerd's Word #20: Waiting On The Blessed by Tonya Hurley + Swooning Over Tiger's Quest by Colleen Houck

"Waiting On" 

A book I cannot wait to get my hands on. 

hosted by Jill at Breaking the Spine 

The Blessed (The Blessed #1)

by Tonya Hurley

Expected publication: September 25th 2012 by Simon & Schuster 

From the author of the New York Times bestselling ghostgirl series, the start to a captivating and haunting teen trilogy about three girls who become entangled with an enigmatic boy—a boy who believes he is a saint.What if martyrs and saints lived among us? And what if you were told you were one of them?

Meet Agnes, Cecilia, and Lucy. Three lost girls, each searching for something. But what they find is Beyond Belief.

Reason:
I am really not into books concerning religions, saints, and martyrdom, however I may have to set this book as an exception. I was captured by this line in the blurb: a boy who believes he is a saint. That line just piqued my interest. The concept of a saint just seems so original and new in a sea of vampires, shifters, and faeries. 

Swoon:

Lines and/or scenes from a book that made me swoon. 

hosted by the girls at YA Bound

Let me share with guys this swoonworthy scene from the second book of The Tiger Saga by Colleen Houck, The Tiger's Quest.

I pulled his head closer and kissed him softly. He broke away to study my face in surprise and then locked me tightly in his arms and kissed me back. His was no soft, sweet kiss. It was a hot, melty, smoldering one.

There are many different types of kisses. There’s a passionate kiss of farewell—like the kind Rhett gave Scarlett when he went off to war. The kiss of I-can’t-really-be-with-you-but-I-want-to-be—like with Superman and Lois Lane. There’s the first kiss—one that is gentle and hesitant, warm and vulnerable. Then there’s the kiss of possession—which was how Ren kissed me now.

It went beyond passion, beyond desire. His kiss was full of longing, need, and love, like all those other kisses. But, it was also filled with promises and pledges, some of which seemed sweet and tender while others seemed dangerous and exciting. Ren was taking me over. Staking a claim.

He seized me as boldly as a tiger captures his prey. There was no escape. And I didn’t want to. I would have happily died in his clutches. I was his, and he made sure I knew it. My heart burst with a thousand beautiful blooms, all tiger lilies. And I knew with a certainty more powerful than anything I’d ever felt before that we belonged together.

He finally lifted his head and murmured against my lips, “It’s about bloody time, woman.”