Obsidian by, Jennifer L. Armentrout

SYNPOSIS: Starting over sucks!
When we moved to West Virginia right before my senior year, I'd pretty much resigned myself to thick accents, dodgy internet access. And a whole lot of boring..... Until I spotted my my hoy neighbor, with his looming height and eerie green eyes. Things were looking up.
And then he opened his mouth.
Daemon is infuriating. Arrogant. Stab-worthy. We do not get along, at all. But when a stranger attacks me, he literally freezes time with a wave of his hand, well something unexpected happens. The hot alien next door marks me, you heard me. Alien. Turns out Daemon and his sister have a galaxy of enemies wanting to steal their abilities, and Daemon's touch has me lit up like the Vegas strip. The only way I'm getting out of this alive is by sticking close to Daemon until my alien mojo fades. If i don't kill him first. That is.

REVIEW: I only read this becauae the book community was up in a roar over this book. And me not being left out, wantes to read these fantastic books everyone was raving about. I looked the book up on google and what did i find? Mr. HOTNESS himself on the cover.
I know, I know it was a cover afair from the start. I'm a sucker for a nice book cover, even more so with a hot guy! I bought this and Onyx with out reading thw synposis. Bad girl Stina! Lol....i know but luckily for me this book was a gem. I had fun reading it and i have to say it was refreshingly new. I've o.ly read one other alien book before.....guess what it was? If you guessed the host you are correct. I loved this book, the main female character Katy was just the eight amount of smart-ass for me. And aue me i have a thing for hot bad boy. And plus the black hair and greens can't hurt. And he left me as breathless as he left Katy, I can tell you that.

Five*****stars. I know what your think I always give good reviews, ita not that i just like the books i read, but i have been so mad i have throw a book across the room. I don't review sucky books get over it!

QUOTES: heavy foot steps come feom the other side, then the door was swinging open and I was staring at a naked chest. My gaze dropped and my breath sort of.....stalled. Jeans hung low on his hips, revealing a thin dark line of hair that formed below his navel and disapearing under the band of his jeans.
His stomach was ripped. Perfect, totally touchable. Not the kind of stomach I'd expect on a seventeen-year-ols boy, whichis how old I expected he was, but yeah, I wasn't complaining. I also wasn't talking. And I was staring.
My gaze finally traveled north again, I noticed thick, sooty lashes fanning the tips of his cheeks and hiding rhe color of his eyes as he looked down at me. I needed to know what color his eyes were.
"Can I help you?" Full kissable lips turned down in annoyance.