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thanks babe still feel like shit though LOL my head is a bit better doesnt hurt as much as before though!!1LOL but i need to read ....

I kissed him softly, sliding my hands into his silky locks, letting the pieces slip through my fingers. I tasted in him my own rising desire, my own need a..."
I love the growling!!!

I kissed him softly, sliding my hands into his silky locks, letting the pieces slip through my fingers. I tasted in him my own rising desir..."
the next book looks like it's going to be HOT. i wish there were more Onyx teasers

i love him in her room behind her!!! oh hot damn!


AND i know a lot of you would love to get a book for free right?!?!?!?! hehe well i have a giveaway going on and its open internationally!!!!!
http://taterstalltails.blogspot.com/2...
anyways i just wanted to let all my friends know!!! i always like to gush over guys with you!!!!
Tara wrote: "ok so i know im not pluging but you are all my friends here and i love to hear what you think. i have two things, im doing a best of 2011 thing on my blog and todays is best book boyfriends!!! i j..."
Hey Tara HOT DAMN....I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE PICTURE OF TRAVIS....OH MY GOD!!! Oh and Ben Barnes makes a GORGEOUS ASH!!! oohh la la...you just made my day!!!!
Hey Tara HOT DAMN....I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE PICTURE OF TRAVIS....OH MY GOD!!! Oh and Ben Barnes makes a GORGEOUS ASH!!! oohh la la...you just made my day!!!!
Okay ladies this was posted on another thread and I just wanted to share it with you all...talk about needing a VERY LONG COLD SHOWER!!! If you haven't read this teaser for City of Lost Souls TMI series...than keep reading!!! If you have read it already...than read it again and salivate at this juicy scene!!!! I'M HOT JUST TYPING THIS AND THINKING ABOUT IT!!!
Well, here 'tis. The DSCS.(Dirty Sexy Club Scene) from City of Lost Souls.
Now keep in mind a version of this does still exist in the books, but it is much less . . . well. You'll see. I wrote this in Mexico, probably having had too much mezcal, and I was trying to capture a mood of really dark, tipping over the edge sensuality, doing things that are probably a bad idea, you get the picture. I also recall reading bits of this aloud to Holly Black, Paolo Bacigalupi, Ellen Kushner, Sarah Rees Brennan, and Delia Sherman, who never dropped her knitting. So it can't be that naughty...can it?
I think for those who really hate spoilers you might want to avoid this because the things about it that may be the most shocking are not the sexy bits but the beginning.... - Cassandra Clare
* * *
"What's going on?" It was Jace, having fought his way free of the pack of dancers. More of the shimmering stuff had gotten on him, silver drops clinging to the gold of his hair. "Clary?"
"Sorry," she said, getting to her feet. "I got lost in the crowd."
"I noticed," he said. "One second I was dancing with you, and the next you were gone and a very persistent werewolf was trying to get the buttons on my jeans undone." He took Clary's hand, lightly ringing her wrist with his fingers. "Do you want to go home? Or dance some more?"
"Dance some more," she said, breathlessly. "Is that all right?"
"Go ahead." Sebastian leaned back, his hands braced behind him on the fountain's edge, his smile like the edge of a straight razor. "I don't mind watching."
Something flashed across Clary's vision: the memory of a bloody handprint. It was gone as soon as it had come and she frowned. The night was too beautiful to think of ugly things. She looked back at her brother only for a moment before she let Jace lead her back through the crowd to its edge, near the shadows, where the press of bodies was lighter. Another ball of colored light burst above their heads as they went, scattering silver, and she tipped her head up, catching the salt-sweet drops on her tongue.
Jace stopped and swung her toward him. She could feel the silver liquid trickling down her face like tears. He pulled her against him and kissed them, as if he were kissing tears away, and his lips were warm on her face and made her shiver. She reached for the zip on his army jacket, ripped it down, slid her hands inside and over the cotton of his shirt, then under the hem, her nails scratching lightly over his ribs. He stopped and cupped the back of her neck with his hand, leaning to whisper in her ear. Neither of them could be said to be dancing any more: the hypnotic music went on around them, but Clary barely noticed it. A couple dancing past laughed and made a derisive comment in Czech: she couldn't understand it, but suspected the gist was get a room.
Jace made an impatient noise and then he was pulling her after him again, through the last of the crowd and into one of the shadowy alcoves that lined the walls.
This alcove was conical, with a low stone pedestal in the center on which an angel statue, about three feet tall, stood. It was made of black basalt, but its eyes were glass, like doll eyes, and its wings were silver. The floor was slippery and damp. They skidded across it to fetch up against a wall, Jace with his back to it, and then he was kissing her, bruising hard and hungry kisses. He tasted salt-sweet, too, and moaned as she licked the taste off his lips. Her hands threaded through his hair. It was dark in the alcove, so dark Jace was just an outline of shadows and gold. She gripped the edges of his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders; it fell to the ground and he kicked it away. Her hands came up under his shirt, clawing at his back, fingers digging into the skin there, softness layered over hard muscle.
He kissed her harder and she clutched his shoulders as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and bit down on it, sending a shock of pleasure mixed with pain through her body. She squirmed to get closer to him and felt his breath quicken; she could taste blood in her mouth, salt and hot. It was as if they wanted to cut each other apart, she thought, to climb inside each other and breathe each other's breath and share each other's heartbeats, even if it killed them both. There was blood under her nails where she had clawed his back.
Jace pressed her forward, spinning them both around so she was pinned between his body and the wall. As they turned, he caught the edge of the angel statue, toppling it to the ground and shattering apart in a cloud of marble dust. He laughed and dropped to the ground in front of her on his knees among the remnants of broken statuary. She stared down at him in a daze as he ran his hands up her boots, to her bare legs, to the lace that edged the bottom of her slip dress. She sucked in her breath, as his hands slipped like water up and over the silk, to her waist, to grip her hips, leaving streaks of silver on the silk.
"What are you doing?" she whispered. "Jace?"
He looked up at her. The peculiar light in the club turned his eyes an array of fractured colors. His smile was wicked. "You can tell me to stop whenever you want," he said. "But you won't."
"Jace..." His hands bunched in the silk of her dress, dragging the hem up, and he bent to kiss her legs, the bare skin where her boots ended, her knees (who knew knees could be so sensitive?) and farther up, where no one had ever kissed her before. The kisses were light, and even as her body tensed that she wanted to tell him she needed more, but didn't know what, didn't know what she needed exactly, but it didn't matter because he seemed to know it. She let her head fall back against the wall, half-closing her eyes, hearing only her heartbeat like a drum in her ears, louder and louder still.
Well, here 'tis. The DSCS.(Dirty Sexy Club Scene) from City of Lost Souls.
Now keep in mind a version of this does still exist in the books, but it is much less . . . well. You'll see. I wrote this in Mexico, probably having had too much mezcal, and I was trying to capture a mood of really dark, tipping over the edge sensuality, doing things that are probably a bad idea, you get the picture. I also recall reading bits of this aloud to Holly Black, Paolo Bacigalupi, Ellen Kushner, Sarah Rees Brennan, and Delia Sherman, who never dropped her knitting. So it can't be that naughty...can it?
I think for those who really hate spoilers you might want to avoid this because the things about it that may be the most shocking are not the sexy bits but the beginning.... - Cassandra Clare
* * *
"What's going on?" It was Jace, having fought his way free of the pack of dancers. More of the shimmering stuff had gotten on him, silver drops clinging to the gold of his hair. "Clary?"
"Sorry," she said, getting to her feet. "I got lost in the crowd."
"I noticed," he said. "One second I was dancing with you, and the next you were gone and a very persistent werewolf was trying to get the buttons on my jeans undone." He took Clary's hand, lightly ringing her wrist with his fingers. "Do you want to go home? Or dance some more?"
"Dance some more," she said, breathlessly. "Is that all right?"
"Go ahead." Sebastian leaned back, his hands braced behind him on the fountain's edge, his smile like the edge of a straight razor. "I don't mind watching."
Something flashed across Clary's vision: the memory of a bloody handprint. It was gone as soon as it had come and she frowned. The night was too beautiful to think of ugly things. She looked back at her brother only for a moment before she let Jace lead her back through the crowd to its edge, near the shadows, where the press of bodies was lighter. Another ball of colored light burst above their heads as they went, scattering silver, and she tipped her head up, catching the salt-sweet drops on her tongue.
Jace stopped and swung her toward him. She could feel the silver liquid trickling down her face like tears. He pulled her against him and kissed them, as if he were kissing tears away, and his lips were warm on her face and made her shiver. She reached for the zip on his army jacket, ripped it down, slid her hands inside and over the cotton of his shirt, then under the hem, her nails scratching lightly over his ribs. He stopped and cupped the back of her neck with his hand, leaning to whisper in her ear. Neither of them could be said to be dancing any more: the hypnotic music went on around them, but Clary barely noticed it. A couple dancing past laughed and made a derisive comment in Czech: she couldn't understand it, but suspected the gist was get a room.
Jace made an impatient noise and then he was pulling her after him again, through the last of the crowd and into one of the shadowy alcoves that lined the walls.
This alcove was conical, with a low stone pedestal in the center on which an angel statue, about three feet tall, stood. It was made of black basalt, but its eyes were glass, like doll eyes, and its wings were silver. The floor was slippery and damp. They skidded across it to fetch up against a wall, Jace with his back to it, and then he was kissing her, bruising hard and hungry kisses. He tasted salt-sweet, too, and moaned as she licked the taste off his lips. Her hands threaded through his hair. It was dark in the alcove, so dark Jace was just an outline of shadows and gold. She gripped the edges of his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders; it fell to the ground and he kicked it away. Her hands came up under his shirt, clawing at his back, fingers digging into the skin there, softness layered over hard muscle.
He kissed her harder and she clutched his shoulders as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and bit down on it, sending a shock of pleasure mixed with pain through her body. She squirmed to get closer to him and felt his breath quicken; she could taste blood in her mouth, salt and hot. It was as if they wanted to cut each other apart, she thought, to climb inside each other and breathe each other's breath and share each other's heartbeats, even if it killed them both. There was blood under her nails where she had clawed his back.
Jace pressed her forward, spinning them both around so she was pinned between his body and the wall. As they turned, he caught the edge of the angel statue, toppling it to the ground and shattering apart in a cloud of marble dust. He laughed and dropped to the ground in front of her on his knees among the remnants of broken statuary. She stared down at him in a daze as he ran his hands up her boots, to her bare legs, to the lace that edged the bottom of her slip dress. She sucked in her breath, as his hands slipped like water up and over the silk, to her waist, to grip her hips, leaving streaks of silver on the silk.
"What are you doing?" she whispered. "Jace?"
He looked up at her. The peculiar light in the club turned his eyes an array of fractured colors. His smile was wicked. "You can tell me to stop whenever you want," he said. "But you won't."
"Jace..." His hands bunched in the silk of her dress, dragging the hem up, and he bent to kiss her legs, the bare skin where her boots ended, her knees (who knew knees could be so sensitive?) and farther up, where no one had ever kissed her before. The kisses were light, and even as her body tensed that she wanted to tell him she needed more, but didn't know what, didn't know what she needed exactly, but it didn't matter because he seemed to know it. She let her head fall back against the wall, half-closing her eyes, hearing only her heartbeat like a drum in her ears, louder and louder still.
LOL I know huh...I think I've read it about 3 times so far....I can't get enough of it...OMG Jace kissing her thigh...Oh my Lord!!! Clare is such a TEASE!!! This is toooooooo much!!!
ME TOO!!! I'm so eager for it to come out in April/May...it couldn't come any faster...but the version in the book is a lot more tame...I think that's what Clare said at the beginning of it!!! It's so meaty and very saucy...mouth watering and delicious!!! I miss reading about Jace!! This really made my day...it's dislike hubby day today lol
yeah i had a dislike hubby night last night oh and morning too LOL yeah im dying for it to come out i wish it wasnt tame though LOL
Oh really :( I didn't think it would be a sad movie!
And I don't want it to be tamed either...at least we have that exert to read over and over again lol
Yeah I'm still very angry and Matt...he makes me sooo bloody mad and upset...is it that time of the month for them or is international drive your wife crazy and insane day!!!! Right now he's asleep on the couch...figures he can relax but my mind is brewing with telling him off lol :{
And I don't want it to be tamed either...at least we have that exert to read over and over again lol
Yeah I'm still very angry and Matt...he makes me sooo bloody mad and upset...is it that time of the month for them or is international drive your wife crazy and insane day!!!! Right now he's asleep on the couch...figures he can relax but my mind is brewing with telling him off lol :{

Oooo and was it just me who dried during Vincent boys????
Lol your too funny! The scene is most electrifying and moist :o lol and do you mean cried? I was a little sad but I didn't cry I was too smitten with Beau!

Oh my you better get to bed!!! I'm reading
and loving it already but I feeling like watching a movie...I borrowed The Priest off my brother so I might take in a movie!!!


Jody wrote: "oh my god, that has made me all hot now. I knew Jace wass going to be a really bad boy in the next book. I cant wait to get my hands on that."
How badly do you want to read it now...oooh baby!!!
How badly do you want to read it now...oooh baby!!!

LOL I don't think we will have a problem finding it but I seriously can't wait...that scene above is making my heart race...Jace is soooo badd!!!

OH I BLOODY HOPE SO!!!! All that tension to fizzle out to nothing...I will get so frustrated if Clare did not let them get it on real hot and heavy!!!! We all need it!!! LOL
Gees i hope they go all the way they cant keep us hanging for ever, even though a lot of books seem to do that LOL


I know I title agree with you that he will be an amazing Jace and everyone who doubts him will be eating up their words! And yes every time I saw him in breaking dawn I was picturing him as Jace lol

Imagine if it does go that far and it's described like beautiful disaster!!!!!
Tara wrote: "Jody wrote: "I know, if I dont get some hot and heavy, thrusting Jace action, I think I will scream"
Imagine if it does go that far and it's described like beautiful disaster!!!!!"
LOL THAT WOULD BE SO AMAZING AND SULTRY AND DAMN HOT!
Imagine if it does go that far and it's described like beautiful disaster!!!!!"
LOL THAT WOULD BE SO AMAZING AND SULTRY AND DAMN HOT!

Deaths POV!!!!!
http://www.abbiglines.com/2011/12/dea...
uhm YUM!
OMG I love being in his head and wondering what he's thinking and feeling oh and I love that he is oh so devilish and damn sultry ooh la la can you say yummy!!!

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she is posting photos!!!! OH SWOON
On a different note ladies can you believe how many members we have now 1887 exactly OMG I'm so proud:)
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