Undeadly by Michele Vail
Series: The Reaper Diaries #1
Published by Harlequin Teen on November 20th, 2012
Genres: Love & Romance, Paranormal, Young Adult
Source: blog tours
The day I turned 16, my boyfriend-to-be died. I brought him back to life. Then things got a little weird...
Molly Bartolucci wants to blend in, date hottie Rick and keep her zombie-raising abilities on the down-low. Then the god Anubis chooses her to become a reaper—and she accidentally undoes the work of another reaper, Rath. Within days, she's shipped off to the Nekyia Academy, an elite boarding school that trains the best necromancers in the world. And her personal reaping tutor? Rath.
Life at Nekyia has its plusses. Molly has her own personal ghoul, for one. Rick follows her there out of the blue, for another...except, there's something a little off about him. When students at the academy start to die and Rath disappears, Molly starts to wonder if anything is as it seems. Only one thing is certain—-Molly's got an undeadly knack for finding trouble....
“You’re supposed to be teaching me!”
“I am,” he said. “You learn a lot from failure.” He offered a grin. “What did you think? You were just gonna be given all that you needed?”
“That’d be nice.”
“You said respect had to be earned, Molly. So does everything else. When you work for it, when you sweat and you bleed to get it, then it’s worth more.”
I sniffled. “I suppose.”
His expression softened, just a teeny tiny bit.
That’s when I rolled, fast and hard, and banged into his legs. He was knocked onto his ass. I popped up and jumped on him.
I landed on his stomach, and he managed a surprised, “Oof!”
I tried to pin him, but I didn’t know what I was doing. I grabbed at his arms, and tried to wind my legs around his to make sure he didn’t move.
He grabbed my arms, clamped my legs, and rolled us over.
We were thigh to thigh, chest to chest, and breathing hard.
“Pretty good, Molly,” he said. His breath ghosted over my cheek. “But not good enough.”
“Just you wait,” I said. I struggled, trying to wiggle out of his grip, but he was strong and in a primo position.
“Stop,” he said softly.
Something in his eyes had changed—going from glittering fury to … well, I wasn’t sure. It was still a dark emotion, tormented almost. The tension thrumming between us shifted. It was still physical, just more intense. And confusing.
“You really are beautiful,” he murmured.
My heart, already pounding from the butt-kicking, went into overdrive.
Rath leaned forward, his gaze on mine, his lips dipping close to my ear.