5 Reasons to Love Daemon

Before diving into the 5 reasons to love Daemon, let me tell you two things:

First, I opened the book—the amazing OBSIDIAN by the equally amazing Jennifer Armentrout from Entangled Publishing, on my kindle and searched for passages to include on this post. I wanted five. On the first half of the book, I ended up with more than 30 passages! I couldn’t decide which ones to include because I wanted to include EVERYTHING!

Second, my plan was to read some passages only. I remembered enough of the book to skim through and end up directly on the passages I was looking for. But, oh no, I ended up rereading the whole thing! Why? Because it’s THAT good! I finished at 2am, even though I knew I had to wake at 6am the next morning!

5 Reasons to Love Daemon

1. Daemon is HOT and GORGEOUS:

Heavy footsteps came from the other side, and then the door was swinging open and I was staring at a very broad, tan, well-muscled chest. A naked chest. My gaze dropped and my breath sort of … stalled. Jeans hung low on his hip, revealing a think line of dark hair that formed below his navel and disappeared under the band of the jeans.

His stomach was ripped. Perfect. Totally touchable. Not the kind of stomach I expected on a seventeen-year-old-boy, which is how old I suspected he was, but yeah, I wasn’t complaining. I also wasn’t talking. And I was staring.

My gaze finally traveling north again, I noted thick, sooty lashes fanning the tips of high cheeks and hiding the color of his eyes as he looked down at me. I needed to know what color his eyes were.

“Can I help you?” Full kissable lips turned down in annoyance.

His voice was deep and firm. The kind of voice accustomed to people listening and obeying without question. His lashes lifted, revealing eyes so green and brilliant they couldn’t be real. They were an intense emerald color that stood out in vibrant contrast against his tan skin.

2. Daemon is a fun kind of trouble:

His gaze lingered on my face, and warmth blossomed in my belly. “Maybe I’m just curious why she is so enamored. Dee doesn’t take well to strangers. None of us do.”

“I had a dog once that didn’t take well to strangers.”

Daemon stared at me a moment, then laughed. It was a deep, rumbling sound. Nice. Sexy. Oh, God, I looked away. He was the kind of boy that broke hearts and left a long line of them shattered behind him. He was trouble. Maybe the fun kind of trouble, but he was also a jerk.”

3. Daemon is thoughtful, deep:

“I’ve always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect.” His eyes searched mine intently, and for a moment we stood there toe to toe. “The ones who throw their beauty around, waste what they have? Their beauty is only passing. It’s a shell hiding nothing but shadoes and emptiness.”

4. Daemon is a gentleman even when he tries not to: 

He helped me into Dee’s backseat mindful of the arm brace, by carrying me again and pacing me into the rear. “I can walk, you know.”

“I know.” He walked around and slid in next to me.

I tried to keep on my side of the car and my head up, but once Daemon settled next to me, my head sort of fell to his chest. He stiffened for a moment and then placed an arm around my shoulder. The warmth of him quickly seeped into my bones. It felt right, at that moment, to be nestled against him.

5. Daemon is provocative in many, many ways:

“So, you guys are like us in other, uh, departments?”

Daemon sat up, arching a brow. “Come again?”

I felt my cheeks flush. “You know, like sex? I mean, you guys are all glowy and stuff. I don’t see how certain stuff would work.”

Daemon’s lips curled into a half smile, and that was the only warning he gave. Moving unbelievably fast, I was on my back and he was above me in a flash. “Are you asking if I’m attracted to human girls?” he asked. Dark, wet waves of hair fell forward. Tiny droplets of water fell off the ends, splashing against my cheek. “Or are you asking if I’m attracted to you?”

Using his hand, he lowered himself slowly. There wasn’t an inch of space between our bodies. Air fled my lungs at the contact of his body against mine. He was male and ripped in all the places I was soft. Being this close to him was startling, causing an array of sensations to zing through me. I shivered. Not from the cold, but from how warm and wonderful he felt. I could feel every breath he took, and when he shifted his hips, my eyes went wide and I gasped.

Oh yeah, certain stuff was definitely working.

And that’s only up to 56% of the book! Tell me, what’s there not to love?

The first and the current cover.

I can’t wait for this one:

Coming August 2012!

Don’t forget to check the other today’s post from the 30 days of Daemon blog tour at Book Passion for Life—they have an ONYX teaser ;)

Cheers,