My Book Boyfriend is hosted by Missie at The Unread Reader. I'm super excited to participate in this meme because even though my blog is really new, I’ve been a reader of other book blogs for awhile and think this meme is the most genius idea ever!
My Book Boyfriend for this week is Alex from L.A. Weatherly’s Angel Burn. Alex is an angel assassin who falls in love with Willow, a half-angel.
Alex’s description: “Half turning, I dawdled so that the dark-haired guy would catch up. He hesitated; then we made eye contact, and he walked slowly toward me. He had a medium build—slim, but with firm-looking shoulders—and moved like an athlete, confident in his own body. Something fluttered in my chest as I realized how attractive he was… Taking in the strong lines of his face, I suddenly wondered whether he was my age after all. He seemed older somehow. Not his muscles—half the guys at school worked out. But something about his eyes maybe. They were a sort of bluish gray, like a storm at sea.” –page 98
“Warmth filled me. I straightened up slightly, trying to see his face in the darkness. 'You really think that, don’t you?'
'What, that you’re beautiful?' Alex sounded surprised. 'You are. The first time I saw you, you were wearing these pink pajamas and a gray T-shirt, and you were making coffee… and I just couldn’t take my eyes off you.'” –page 322
“We kissed again. It grew deeper; Alex wrapped his arms around me, drawing me close against him. His back was smooth and warm. I ran my hands over it as we kissed, loving the feel of his skin, and almost went faint as his lips moved briefly to my neck and then found my mouth again." –pages 324-325
“Willow nestled against him. He smoothed her long hair down the back of her T-shirt, feeling its softness. In a few moments she fell asleep again, her breathing warm and regular against his chest. Alex kissed her head, his arms tightening around her. As he drifted back to sleep himself, he saw a brief flash of the thousands of angels streaming in, but right then it seemed distant, almost unimportant. The only thing that mattered was that he was lying in a bed holding Willow, their bare legs entwined. It was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life.” –pages 438-439
(Pictures are of a male model named Albert Reed found through Google images)