onyx
Being connected to Daemon Black sucks…
Thanks to his alien mojo, Daemon’s determined to prove what he feels for me is more than a product of our bizarre connection. So I’ve sworn him off, even though he’s running more hot than cold these days. But we’ve got bigger problems.
Something worse than the Arum has come to town…
The Department of Defense are here. If they ever find out what Daemon can do and that we're linked, I’m a goner. So is he. And there's this new boy in school who’s got a secret of his own. He knows what’s happened to me and he can help, but to do so, I have to lie to Daemon and stay away from him. Like that's possible. Against all common sense, I'm falling for Daemon. Hard.
But then everything changes…
I’ve seen someone who shouldn’t be alive. And I have to tell Daemon, even though I know he’s never going to stop searching until he gets the truth. What happened to his brother? Who betrayed him? And what does the DOD want from them—from me?
No one is who they seem. And not everyone will survive the lies…
Thanks to his alien mojo, Daemon’s determined to prove what he feels for me is more than a product of our bizarre connection. So I’ve sworn him off, even though he’s running more hot than cold these days. But we’ve got bigger problems.
Something worse than the Arum has come to town…
The Department of Defense are here. If they ever find out what Daemon can do and that we're linked, I’m a goner. So is he. And there's this new boy in school who’s got a secret of his own. He knows what’s happened to me and he can help, but to do so, I have to lie to Daemon and stay away from him. Like that's possible. Against all common sense, I'm falling for Daemon. Hard.
But then everything changes…
I’ve seen someone who shouldn’t be alive. And I have to tell Daemon, even though I know he’s never going to stop searching until he gets the truth. What happened to his brother? Who betrayed him? And what does the DOD want from them—from me?
No one is who they seem. And not everyone will survive the lies…
My thoughts
Onyx starts off where Obsidian ends. Katy cant believe Daemon wants to be with her. She also cant forgive him for the way he acted when they met. To me she should have just gotten over herself. She knew she liked him and he was practically throwing himself at her.
Besides Katy's idiot mistake to take daemon when he clearly wanted her this book was just as good as the first one. In this book there is a twist though. Daemon now has to not only prove his love for Katy, but also has to keep Katy away from the new guy that here to win Katy's heart.
I give this book four stars.
Teasers
"Deal," I murmured
His hand found my cheek, and I closed my eyes. He whispered my name. My mouth opened, but there were no words to be spoken. There was just anticipation and the need to lose myself. At first, his lips brushed across mine lightly, testing my response and the gentle nature of the kiss was disarming. I placed my hands on his shoulders and the tightened when he swept his lips over mine again. His kiss deepened, and I felt like I was swimming in raw emotion. It was elating and yet confusing at the same time. I kissed him back, and his hands dropped to my waist, pulling me closer.
Daemon stood, holding my gaze. My whole body tensed as he neared and placed his hands on either side of me. Then he bent over the chair between us, resting his forehead against mine. He inhaled deeply and it came out in an unsteady rush. When he spoke , his voice was rough. “Do you know what I’ve been thinking about all day?”
With him, it was anyone’s guess. “No.”
“Kissing you,” he murmured, his lips moving in a small smile, brushing the skin of my cheek. “Finding out if you look as good in striped socks as you do in reindeer ones.”
“I do.”
His head slanted and his smile was lazy, arrogant. Predatory. “I knew it.”
“I don’t think we got the chance to introduce ourselves the other night at the diner. My name is Blake Saunders.” He offered his free hand.
Daemon glanced at Blake’s hand before returning his gaze to me. “I know who you are.”
Oh, geez. I twisted toward Blake. “This is Daemon Black.”
His smile faltered. “Yeah, I know who he is, too.”
Laughing under his breath, Daemon straightened. At his full height, he was a good head taller than Blake. “It’s always nice to meet another fan.”
Yeah, Blake had no idea what to say to that.
Onyx Moments!
I scooted out of the laundry room and skipped down the hallway, arms flaying around my head like one of the hot pink puppets from the movie Labyrinth. “A scent and a sound, I’m lost and I’m found. And I’m hungry like the wolf. Something on a line, it’s discord and rhyme—whatever, whatever, la la la—Mouth is alive, all running inside, and I’m hungry like the—” Warmth spread down my neck.
“It’s actually, ‘I howl and I whine. I’m after you,’ and not blah or whatever.”
Startled by the deep voice, I shrieked and whipped around. My foot slipped on a section of well-cleaned wood and my butt smacked on the floor.
“Holy crap,” I gasped, clutching my chest. “I think I’m having a heart attack.”
“And I think you broke your butt.” Laughter filled Daemon’s voice.
I remained sprawled across the narrow hallway, trying to catch my breath. “What the hell? Do you just walk into people’s houses?”
“And listen to girls absolutely destroy a song in a matter of seconds? Well, yes, I make a habit out of it. Actually, I knocked several times, but I heard your…singing, and your door was unlocked.” He shrugged.
“So I just let myself in.”
“I can see that.” I stood, wincing. “Oh, man, maybe I did break my butt.”
“I hope not. I’m kind of partial to your butt.” He flashed a smile. “Your face is pretty red. You sure you didn’t smack that on the way down?”
I groaned. “I hate you.”
***
“You said I could stay.” He faced me, his gaze drifting to the bed. The room suddenly seemed to small, the bed even smaller.
“I didn’t think you meant staying on the couch.” Now I wasn’t even sure what id meant. I sighed. What was I doing?
Crossing the room, he stopped in front of me. “I'm not going to bite.”
“That’s good”
“Unless you want me to,” he added with a devilish grin.
“Nice,” I muttered, side-stepping him. Space was defiantly needed. Not that it did much good, heart pounding, I watched him kick off his shoes and then whip of his shirt. He moved to the button of his jeans. My eyes widened. “What—what are you doing?”
“Getting ready for bed.”
“But you’re getting naked?”
He arched his brow. “I do have boxers on. What? Do you expect me to sleep in my jeans?”
“You did last time.” I felt the need to fan myself.
Daemon laughed. “Actually, I had pajama bottoms on.” and he had a shirt on, but who was keeping track? I could’ve told him to leave, but I turned away, pretending to be engrossed with a book on my desk. Chills shot straight to my core when I heard the bed groan under his weight. Taking a shallow breath, I turned around. He was in bed, arms folded behind his head, an innocent look on his face. “This was a bad idea,” I whispered.
“It was probably the smartest idea you’ve ever had.” I rubbed my palms on my hips. “It’s going to take a lot more than thanksgiving dinner and a Christmas tree to get laid.”
“Damn. There goes my whole plan.”
***
This… this was more than okay. And it took me several tried to speak, because my throat was burning with emotion. “I think I might love you.”
Daemons arm tightened around me as he kissed my flushed cheek. “Told you.”
Not what I expected as a response.
***
“I think reading is sexy.” Daemon smiled at himself.
My brows inched up my forehead. ”Do you now?”
“Oh, yes, and you know what else I think is sexy?” he leaned forward so his entire face filled the picture and nodded his head toward me. “Bloggers like this. Hot.” Rolling my eyes, I smacked his arm.
“I don’t think we got the chance to introduce ourselves the other night at the diner. My name is Blake Saunders.” He offered his free hand.
Daemon glanced at Blake’s hand before returning his gaze to me. “I know who you are.”
Oh, geez. I twisted toward Blake. “This is Daemon Black.”
His smile faltered. “Yeah, I know who he is, too.”
Laughing under his breath, Daemon straightened. At his full height, he was a good head taller than Blake. “It’s always nice to meet another fan.”
Yeah, Blake had no idea what to say to that.
***
I scooted out of the laundry room and skipped down the hallway, arms flaying around my head like one of the hot pink puppets from the movie Labyrinth. “A scent and a sound, I’m lost and I’m found. And I’m hungry like the wolf. Something on a line, it’s discord and rhyme—whatever, whatever, la la la—Mouth is alive, all running inside, and I’m hungry like the—” Warmth spread down my neck.
“It’s actually, ‘I howl and I whine. I’m after you,’ and not blah or whatever.”
Startled by the deep voice, I shrieked and whipped around. My foot slipped on a section of well-cleaned wood and my butt smacked on the floor.
“Holy crap,” I gasped, clutching my chest. “I think I’m having a heart attack.”
“And I think you broke your butt.” Laughter filled Daemon’s voice.
I remained sprawled across the narrow hallway, trying to catch my breath. “What the hell? Do you just walk into people’s houses?”
“And listen to girls absolutely destroy a song in a matter of seconds? Well, yes, I make a habit out of it. Actually, I knocked several times, but I heard your…singing, and your door was unlocked.” He shrugged.
“So I just let myself in.”
“I can see that.” I stood, wincing. “Oh, man, maybe I did break my butt.”
“I hope not. I’m kind of partial to your butt.” He flashed a smile. “Your face is pretty red. You sure you didn’t smack that on the way down?”
I groaned. “I hate you.”
***
“You said I could stay.” He faced me, his gaze drifting to the bed. The room suddenly seemed to small, the bed even smaller.
“I didn’t think you meant staying on the couch.” Now I wasn’t even sure what id meant. I sighed. What was I doing?
Crossing the room, he stopped in front of me. “I'm not going to bite.”
“That’s good”
“Unless you want me to,” he added with a devilish grin.
“Nice,” I muttered, side-stepping him. Space was defiantly needed. Not that it did much good, heart pounding, I watched him kick off his shoes and then whip of his shirt. He moved to the button of his jeans. My eyes widened. “What—what are you doing?”
“Getting ready for bed.”
“But you’re getting naked?”
He arched his brow. “I do have boxers on. What? Do you expect me to sleep in my jeans?”
“You did last time.” I felt the need to fan myself.
Daemon laughed. “Actually, I had pajama bottoms on.” and he had a shirt on, but who was keeping track? I could’ve told him to leave, but I turned away, pretending to be engrossed with a book on my desk. Chills shot straight to my core when I heard the bed groan under his weight. Taking a shallow breath, I turned around. He was in bed, arms folded behind his head, an innocent look on his face. “This was a bad idea,” I whispered.
“It was probably the smartest idea you’ve ever had.” I rubbed my palms on my hips. “It’s going to take a lot more than thanksgiving dinner and a Christmas tree to get laid.”
“Damn. There goes my whole plan.”
***
This… this was more than okay. And it took me several tried to speak, because my throat was burning with emotion. “I think I might love you.”
Daemons arm tightened around me as he kissed my flushed cheek. “Told you.”
Not what I expected as a response.
***
“I think reading is sexy.” Daemon smiled at himself.
My brows inched up my forehead. ”Do you now?”
“Oh, yes, and you know what else I think is sexy?” he leaned forward so his entire face filled the picture and nodded his head toward me. “Bloggers like this. Hot.” Rolling my eyes, I smacked his arm.
