My Book Boyfriend (1)

My Book Boyfriend is hosted by Missie at The Unread Reader. Thanks to this meme we now get to gush over some of our favorite "Book Boyfriends", on a weekly basis :) Want to participate? Well head on over to Missie's blog and link up your post! Don't forget to include some stats, a picture of what you imagine your book boyfriend looks like and some swoon worthy quotes!

My pick this week:

Etienne St. Clair

Portrayed by Pierre Boulanger

Sooo... I'm in love with a fictional character, and his name is Etienne St. Clair! You see, there’s this awesome little book called Anna and the French Kiss…and I think everyone should read it. Why you may ask? Well there are many reason, but mainly because of this gorgeous English French American masterpiece;

Quick stats:
-Bilingual; fluent in both French and English.
-BIG brown beautiful eyes, they’re described as weapons against the female race.
-Perfectly shaped lips hiding white teeth, with a twinge of imperfection.
-Dark brown and messy hair. Somehow it’s both long and short at the same time. It’s artist hair.

Scenes/Quotes:

Etienne’s dark eyes search mine. “What are we doing?” His voice is strained. He’s so beautiful, so perfect. I’m dizzy. My heart pounds, my pulse races. I tilt my face toward his, and he answers with an identical slow tilt toward mine.

He closes his eyes. Our lips brush lightly.
“If you ask me to kiss you, I will,” he says.
His fingers stroke the inside of my wrists, and I burst into flames.
“Kiss me,” I say.
He does.

We are kissing like crazy. Like our lives depend on it. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced, and I suddenly understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his.

"I'm sorry," he says.
"What? Why?"
"You're fixing everything I set down." He nods at my hands, which are readjusting the elephant. "It wasn't polite of me to come in and start touching your things."
"Oh, it's okay," I say quickly, letting go of the figurine. "You can touch anything of mine you want."
He freezes. A funny look runs across his face before I realize what I've said. I didn't mean it like that.
Not that that would be so bad."

He takes my hands into his.Those perfect hands, that fit mine just so. “Anna?” Our foreheads touch. “Yes?”
“Will you please tell me you love me? I’m dying here.”

"For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home."

What do you think? yey or ney? Isn't he gorgeous?! Oh and just thought I'd mention that Pierre is actually French.... like, in real life :)haaaa! *swoon*!

Who's your book boyfriend?