Okay many of you might think that this blog is totally dedicated to the Lux series so just to clarify it's not.
I'm just seriously obsessed with her books right now. And I promise to start posting reviews soon.
And contrary to what I just said, Jennifer Armentrout is releasing a book called Obsession, which is an adult novel but.............. it takes place in the same world as the Lux series. And for those of you who remember the Hunter and Serena teasers she put up on her blog a few months ago, well we now know which book they are from.
It's about a young woman who discovers an alien race is behind her best friend's death, making
her their next target, and must rely on a sexy, domineering stranger to protect
her, who turns out to be the biggest threat of them all - an Arum.
When I read Arum, I was like * Umm are you serious*, but then I remembered the teasers and I read her description of Hunter and well let's just say that I am literally counting the minutes for it to be released.( Spring 2013)
It takes place in between Opal and Origin (the 4th Lux novel)
Armentrout's description of Hunter:
/*Hunter is a true alpha male and is one of my favorite characters I've ever
written. He's like Daemon and Seth rolled into one. Totally no holds bars.
Hunter is... well, he's Hunter.*/
The totally awesome teasers for those of you who didn't read them:
“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 shewas 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
mine. “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.
Here's another one:
Heh.
He sucked at the whole babysitting thing.
“You’re
hurting me,” she said finally, nodding at where his entire hand wrapped around
her arm.
“No.
I’m not.”
Her
face scrunched up. “Okay. You’re annoying me.”
“Want
to know a secret?”
Serena
looked wary. “What?”
“I
don’t care.”
She
rolled her eyes. “Real funny."
When Destiny McCree wakes up beside a dead man on an Oregon beach, she knows only this: she has to keep moving, keep searching and keep one step ahead of the forces that have been pursuing her from the heart of Scotland to this isolated spot. Why? The death of her lover has left her alone, with little memory of her past. A glimmering serpent-shaped ring is the one clue she has - and a bargaining chip in a most dangerous game .
Keri Arthur, author of the New York Times bestselling Riley Jenson, Guardian series, has now written more than 25 books. She's received several nominations in the Best Contemporary Paranormal category of the Romantic Times Reviewer's Choice Awards, and recently won RT's Career Achievement Award for urban fantasy. She lives in Melbourne with her daughter and two crazy dogs.
