Today, I bring to you my Book Boyfriend..... Death!
That's right, I said Death. :D *giggles and licks lips* Okay, so I have a penchant for bad boys and who is better at being a bad boy than Death? No one! Because the man kills people for a living...well, takes their souls anyhow...which may be worse :D.
Without further adieu, I present Death from the Alex Craft novels by Kalayna Price. I chose Greg Vaughan for my representation...he's HAWT! [the first pic represents his long hair, but the face and eyes, I just feel Death...his -oh-my-gosh-throw-me-up-against-a-wall look is just staring at me....BEGGING me!]
Death was certainly consistent in my world. The black T-shirt that showed off the muscles on his chest, the chin-length hair, the dark eyes he watched me with that seemed to smile even when he didn't, all were exactly the same as the first time I'd seen him eighteen years ago. He came and went at apparent random, sometimes to talk, other times to tease. He kept his secrets tight, and he never interfered.
Death leaned against the far wall, his muscular arms crossed over his wide chest. He smiled, all devilish innocence as his dark hair fell forward around his chin.
Death wrapped both hands over the mug, his fingers covering mine. The heat of the coffee pressed into my palm, contrasting with the chill crawling over my skin from his fingers. He lifted the mug, with my hand still attached, to his lips. With those sparkling eyes locked on mine, he blew at the steaming liquid. His breath smelled of dew and freshly turned soil, and it mixed with the heady aroma of the coffee. "You can share mine."
Death stood directly behind me, much closer than I'd expected. He filled my space, his wide shoulders blocking out everything else...
..."It will take a couple of minutes to brew," I said, because I had to say something
"Mmm-hmm." He smiled and took a step closer. I didn't mean to back up, but the counter was suddenly pressing against my ass, so clearly I had. Death's hands moved to my hips. I tried to draw a breath, but couldn't seem to catch it.
"That attack yesterday..." he whispered, crowding my space. "Who did you irritate recently?"
"Irritate? I--no one. Well, a fae in the floodplain when I revealed some dismembered feet, but--" Death slid close enough that his thighs brushed the front of mine, and I lost track of what I was saying. I mentally groped for an intelligent strain of thought. "Was that a soul you collected from that beast?"
"That's what I do." His breath tickled over my skin as he spoke.
"How did a magic construct gain a soul?" I asked, trying to focus on something other than how near his lips were to mine.
So....what you guys think of my Bad Boy?! Also, I think that last pic is too cropped. *moves up head and tilts down eyes* I keep trying to look inside like I can get a glimpse of what's below the cut off line. *wink*