The Not-So Austen Bookclub discussion

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Obsession is about an Arum.
Obsession does take place in the same world that Katy and Daemon inhabit,
Obsession is more mature, definitely targeted toward the older crowd. It’s an adult romance, so you know what that means.
Obsession will change what you think you know about the Luxens and Arums.
There will be some crossover with certain characters from the Lux Series. (hint hint, wink, wink, nudge, nudge)
Obsession takes place in-between Opal and the 4th Lux novel, which is called Origin.
Hunter and Serena are the lead characters in Obsession.
You do NOT need to read Obsession if you read Lux and you do NOT need to read the Lux to understand Obsession.
Obsession has a May 2013 release date I believe by Entangled Covet.

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“You don’t look very apologetic.”
I frowned. “Well, I am. Things are kind of… messed up. And you knocked me out. And you’re half naked—”
“Have you looked in the mirror?” he cut in. “You’re just as naked as I am. And I didn’t throw anything at your head.”
Glancing down at myself, I cringed. Somehow I’d forgotten that I was in my shirt and undies. Flushing all over again, I wanted to dart behind something, but I folded my arms. “I didn’t throw anything at your head. I was—”
“Do you always overreact like this?”
Oh my God, if he interrupted me one more time I was going to throw something at his head. “I woke up in a strange place, kidnapped by an alien. I can’t even believe I’m explaining why I overreacted. What were you doing in my room anyway?”
He mimicked my stance. “Correction: this is my house and therefore this is my room. Not that I need to explain myself, I was checking to make sure everything was secure outside.”
“But you did kidnap me.”
“I did not.”
I threw up my hands. “What’s all this? Where am I?”
“West Virginia.”
My mouth dropped open. Oh, my God, this couldn’t be happening. “I’m in a different time zone? Are you fuc—”
Hunter threw up his hand, silencing me. The tip of my tongue literally burned to lay into him. “What the hell is that noise?”
Before I could respond, he stalked past the bed and entered the bathroom.
“Jesus! What are you trying to do in here?” His voice carried from the bathroom. “Giving the floor a bath?” he demanded.
I searched desperately for my jeans, but came up empty.
Hunter returned, hands on his hips. Too late. “Seriously?”
“I forgot I turned the faucet on. Geez, you’re grumpy.”
“And you’re already turning out to be a huge pain in my thigh.”
“Look, I’m really sorry about that. Okay? I’ve been through some really traumatic events here recently and yes, I might have overreacted.” I struggled with my patience. “And I really would just like to know where my pants are.”
“Your pants were folded on the corner of the bed. You probably knocked them on the floor.”
What? I wanted to check, but I so wasn’t bending down in my panties in front of him. “And how did they get off me and folded on the bed?”
“I did it. Thought you’d be more comfortable.”
Oh geez, I had no idea what to think about that. A thank you so wasn’t in order though. He did undress me while I was unconsciousness for crying out loud. My entire body felt red-hot. “I’m not going to say thank you for that.”
“Not like I’d expect that common courtesy from you,” he replied, his pale eyes dancing… with what? Anger? Amusement? “After all you never thanked me for saving your ass—a pretty ass at that. So I can add inconsiderate to your glowing list of attributes. Put that right next to: overreacts, acts first and then thinks, drama—”
“Oh, go fuc–”
“You do not want to finish that sentence,” Hunter warned. His voice low enough to send warning shivers down my spine.'

“Would you like a drink?” he asked, heading toward the cabinet near the fridge.
“Yes. Please.”
Hunter glanced at her. “You look surprised.”
“You don’t seem like the type who does gentlemanly things like that.” Or civil things, but I figured I shouldn’t tack that on.
His lips twitched. “I’ve been known to surprise myself every once in awhile. Turning back to the cabinet, he grabbed two glasses. “I have soda, milk, water—”
“Milk? I’m not ten.”

He turned around, eyes glimmering in the light. “And how old are you? Nineteen?”
Offended, Serena leaned back on the stool. “I’m twenty-five.”
“Hmm…” He put the glasses back and picked up two wine flutes.
Her eyes narrowed. “Didn’t they give you like a basic file on me or something?”
“Yes.” Hunter swiped a wine bottle out of its rack.

Staring at the back of his broad shoulders, she pictured a spider monkey landing on him and biting his neck, total vampire style. Actually, maybe zombie style. That would do more damage. “Have you’ve read it?”
Hunter spun around and crossed the distance to the island. He placed a glass of dark wine in front of her. “I have.”
Serena's skin felt tight. That’s how irritated she was getting. “Then if you’ve read even the basics, you would know I’m not nineteen.”

Leaning his elbows on the table, he took a sip of his wine. “Most likely.”
“So you asked if I was nineteen to annoy me?”
“Quite possibly,” he murmured, watching her over the rim of his glass.
A sharp tingle was spreading across the back of her skull, spreading like a heatstroke. “You’re an ass.”
“And you have a potty mouth.” Hunter flashed a quick grin.

She took a deep, calming breath as he finished off his wine in one gulp. She hadn’t even touched hers. “Should you be drinking while you’re working?”
“Should you be asking so many questions?”
“Shouldn’t you have at least put a shirt on by now?” she snapped back. “Adding that to the whole drinking thing, you’re really inappropriate.”
Hunter chuckled, and the sound, oh wow, the sound of his amused laugh sent a shiver down her legs.

He prowled around the island. He didn’t walk—oh, no—the graceful movements of his denim clad thighs reminded her more of a great lion stalking its prey than how a human walked. Her breath stalled out as he sat beside her, spreading his thighs wide so that one brushed her own leg.

Gripping the stool, she scooted away. The metal legs made this horrible scratching sound. She hoped she ruined his tile. “What did you want to talk about?”
Hunter inched his stool toward hers, taking back the distance. Even sitting down, he was a good head or two taller, so when he bent over, his face was right in hers. “You.”

Her throat dried. “You’re in my personal space.”
“You’re in my home therefore that cancels out your personal space.”
“Your logic is faulty.”
He cocked his head to the side, lashes lowering. “My logic is the only logic around here. You need to get used to that.”

And he needed to get used to blunt objects being thrown at his head, because it was about to happen again.