Saturday, December 14, 2013

Book Boyfriend of the Week: Echo from Grimnirs by Ednah Walters

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This week by book boyfriend is Echo from Grimnirs (Runes 2.5) by Ednah Walters.  Trust me, you want to meet him.  He's cocky, hot as hell (no pun intended), fierce, confident, and someone you don't say no to.  If you haven't read the Runes series by Ednah Walters, it's a hidden gem and something so worth checking out.

Book Title:  Grimnirs
Series:  A Runes Novel
Author:  Ednah Walters
Release Date:  December 2nd 2013
Genre:  YA Paranormal Romance
Publisher:  Firetrail Publishing

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One lost love.
One lost best friend.
One hot soul reaper.

Straight out of the psyche ward, Cora just wants her life to be normal. She doesn’t want to see souls or the reapers collecting them. The love of her life, the guy she’s loved from a distance for years, has moved away without saying goodbye. So yes, she’s nursing a serious heartbreak. It’s no wonder love is the last thing on her mind when Echo storms into her life.

The chemistry between them is mind-blowing. The connection defies logic. It doesn’t help that Echo is the poster boy for everything she hates in a guy—hot, beautiful, and cocky. A general pain-in-the-butt. Being around him makes her feel more alive than she’s ever felt before. But more important, the souls leave her alone when he is around.

Echo is perfect for her. Echo might even be her soul-mate. There is only one problem. Echo is a freaking soul reaper. A Grimnir. The very beings she wants out of her life. Maybe normal is overrated because Cora wants it all. Answers. Love. A life. You see, once you fall for a Grimnir, your life will never be the same again. 
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I brought my teeth down hard on his lower lip. More laughter came from him. Then he leaned back, licked the drop of blood, and exposed the teeth marks I’d left on his lip.
My eyes widened when the cut slowly disappeared. He self-healed? Of course, he did. He was the grim reaper. I opened my mouth to ask him how long I had left, but he spoke first.
“You want play rough?” he asked. “Good. That’s just how I like it.”
“No. Don’t—”
He scooped me up and moved so fast my room was a blur. One second I was on the chair, the next flat on my back on the bed. Panic coursed through me.
“What are you doing, you sick bastard?” I snapped.
“Playing your game.” A wicked smile lifted the corner of his lips.
I scooted to the other side of the bed, but he was there, blocking me.
“Where are you going when I came here specifically for you, Cora?” he said.
My heart threatened to leap from my chest. “Right now?”
“Yes. Right now. I want you, Cora.” He went into hyper-speed. When he stopped, he was coatless and shirtless and straddling me, most of his weight on his knees.
My head spun, and I was so confused I just stared at him like an idiot. I didn’t understand why he had to be shirtless to take my soul, but I guess if I had to die, I didn’t mind being escorted by a shirtless hunk.
He had a broad, masculine chest covered with black tattoos. The tats, glowing and dimming, continued down between his rock-hard abs and disappeared under the waistband of his pants. The leather pants stretched across his thighs and hugged his…
“Keep looking at me like that and the game ends now,” he said in a husky voice.
I dragged my eyes away. What in the world was I doing ogling him, the being about to yank my soul from my chest. I should be screaming. Begging for mercy. No, I wasn’t going to beg, and if I screamed, my parents would rush upstairs. I didn’t want my parents to find my lifeless body upstairs.
Maybe I could reason with the reaper. Buy more time. “Can I have more time with my parents before…” My voice trembled to a stop. I cleared it and finished, “you take me away?”
He cocked his eyebrow.
“Please,” I added.
He chuckled and ran a finger down my neck to the top button on my shirt, leaving behind heated flesh. “Begging, Cora? That’s new. You can have tonight and the whole of tomorrow.” He undid the top button of my shirt. “I’m not taking you away. You’re coming with me. We all have jobs to do.” 
“I’m done playing games, sweetheart,” he said. “I want you now.” He lowered the blade toward my heart. I stopped breathing. 
“Please,” I whispered. “You said I had—” 
“The begging is a nice touch, but you’re overdoing it,” he mocked, sliding the blade under my shirt. “You don’t want to bore me, Cora.” 
He was staring at me with a frown. 
“Are you okay?” he asked. 
I started to nod, but then shook my head. “No.” 
“You’re crying. What’s wrong?”
He shifted, so he was kneeling, though he still straddled me. “Why didn’t you just say so? I would have stopped.” 
I blinked. My voice shook as I mumbled, “You would?” 
“Of course.” He shoved the knife somewhere behind him. “What’s the fun in foreplay when you’re not enjoying it?” 
“Just now. You were about to kill me and take my soul.” 
He laughed and gracefully got off the bed. “Nice comic relief, sweet-cheeks.” He bent and came up with his T-shirt. 
“I’m a Grimnir, not a killer. There are rules and there are rules. I might break and bend a few, but I don’t cross some lines. I don’t kill my people. Where have you been the last week?” 
“Oh, sweetheart.” He reached out and twirled a lock of my hair around his forefinger. “I’d never confuse you with anyone else. I know you in the only way that matters. Intimately. Talking is for those who lack imagination, and the little games we play are just, uh, foreplay.” He caressed my lower lip. “Spices things up.” 
“Foreplay, doll-face.” He wiggled his brow. “That’s how you like it.” 
“Are you nuts? You scared the crap out of me, and over what? An imagined relationship between us?” 
“Imagined?” He appeared beside me in a flash. I took a step back, but he followed. His earthy scent and warmth swirled around my senses, screwing with my thoughts. “Would you like a blow-by-blow description of what you and I have been doing the past several weeks? How much you like it? How often you—”
“No,” I snapped, my cheeks burning. “Stop it! I don’t want to be part of your twisted game, reaper. What? You’re bored escorting souls, so you have to find people to screw with?” 
His eyes narrowed. “Are you serious?” 
I wanted to claw his eyes out. Right at that instant, I didn’t care that they were gorgeous or that he had the most incredible lashes I’d ever seen on a man. I wanted to neuter him. 
“Do I look like I’m having fun?” 
“Then tell me how I know personal things about you, Cora Jemison,” he said, leaning in. “Born on December sixteenth in Portland, natural blonde, curtains and carpet.” He grinned when heat rushed to my face. “You wear bra size 30 D, hate spinach, but love Hawaiian pizza. Your best friend is Raine Cooper, and until I came along,” he paused and smirked, “you thought you had a crush on Eirik Seville. The god-child didn’t deserve you.” 
“Listen, baby-doll. I love playing games with you because it makes sex great between us, but this is ridiculous.” He moved away and snatched his duster. “Stop pretending you don’t know me. If you want to end things, just say so. It’s obvious you’d rather be a Mortal than…” He looked ready to grab me and shake some sense into me. “Forget it.” 
“Than what? Be with you, someone who’s obviously insane?” I pulled a hoodie off the peg on my wall and yanked it on. “What kind of a reaper goes around making up stories about people? Kissing them like… like…” 
“Like what?” he asked, the annoying smirk back on his face. “Like I know you? Like I know what you like and how you like it?” 

“Come here. I should be consoling you, not giving you a hard time. The Norns must have erased your memories. That’s why you can’t remember me.” 
“Norns? I don’t know what those are or care. Just. Get. Out.” I grabbed the nearest thing, the poker I’d used to disperse ghosts, and threw it at him. He didn’t even attempt to block it. It bounced off his chest and landed on the floor with a thud. 
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll find out why and help you remember everything.” His glance went to my bed, and he gave me a slow smile, the implication clear. 
“In your dreams, reaper,” I snapped, making the word sound like something that had crawled out of a sewer. “Leave.” 
He stopped smirking, his tattoos appearing and starting to glow. “Someone is coming.” He angled his head and listened. “Heavier footsteps mean it’s your father. I’m a Grimnir, not grim or reaper. Grimnir.” He moved fast and was in front of me before I could blink, his hand cradling my head, his lips an inch from mine. “And you and I are lovers.” 
“No, we’re not.” I tried to push him away, but it was like pushing a wall. A warm wall with a pounding heart and scents designed to mess with a girl’s head. His eyes went to my lips. “Don’t you dare,” I said through gritted teeth. 
“Oh, but I do.” Then he kissed me. 
I’d expected an invasion of my senses. Instead I got gentleness and something I couldn’t explain. My hands stopped pushing him away. My fingers curled and bunched his T-shirt. I wasn’t sure what I meant to do. Pull him closer, perhaps. All I knew was the fight had left me. 
He lifted his head, saving me from humiliating myself. Then he opened his mouth and spoke. “You want me, Cora Jemison. Your mind might not remember, but your body does.” 


"Now I want to punch every Mortal that looks at you. I want them to know you might live among them but you are mine.”

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10 comments:

  1. Woohoo! I am so happy to see Echo as your BBotW! He deserves it, I loved him, way more than I thought I would. I didn't think I would like him anywhere near as much as Torin and I totally did and then some!

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    1. I just loved Echo and you are so right, he does deserve it.

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  2. WHOA! You had me convinced with the first line of the first quote! Echo sounds fantastic. Thanks for sharing, Ellen!

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    1. This series has really taken me by surprise with how good it is.

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  3. NICE! I loved the first 2 books, and didn't know this was out. Guessing since its a 2.5 its a novella, and not about Rain, but thats ok, this sounds great. Going to have to read this when I can. Thanks for sharing.

    Check mine out if you want. I am in the Linky

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    1. This one might just be my favorite. I can't wait for you to read it.

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  4. Haven't read this series but Echo seems...um...fun. ;)

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  5. Oh my, Girl!! Echo is my type of man!! I must try this series!!

    Thanx for visiting my Book Boyfriend!
    Naomi @ Nomi’s Paranormal Palace

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    1. This is so good. I hope you get a chance to read it.

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