Cold Weather? Hot Reads.

What’s Happening

With winter in full swing, with seemingly no end in sight, it’s about time to heat things up! What better way to do that with some of the steamiest YA scenes to ever grace a page?

I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson

“And even as I’m kissing him and kissing him and kissing him, I wish I were kissing him, wanting more,more, more, more, like I can’t get enough, never will be able to get enough.”

The Young Elites by Marie Lu

“I stand still in the moment, trembling in his grasp. Rain shines on his lashes. His other hand tilts my chin up. I only have time to glance once at his face before he brings his lips down to mine. Then he’s kissing me, really kissing, reaching deep down for more.”

Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead

“His lips moved to mine, gentle at first, and then hard and hungry. His kiss consumed me. His hands on my arms slid down, down my hips, down to the edge of my dress. He gathered up the fabric in his hands and began pushing it up my legs. I melted into that touch, into his kiss and the way it burned against my mouth. His hands kept sliding up and up, until he’d pulled the dress over my head and tossed it to the floor.”

Isla and the Happily Ever After by Stephanie Perkins

“The way he looked at you? He wasn’t distracted. He was consumed.”

The Wrath and the Dawn by Renee Ahdieh

“When she wound her fingers in his hair to draw her body against his, he stilled for breath, and she knew, as he knew, that they were lost. Lost forever. In this kiss. This kiss that would change everything.”

The Indigo Spell (Bloodlines #4) by Richelle Mead

“He’d moved toward me again. His hands released mine and moved to my waist, and I noticed I wasn’t the only one breathing heavily. He pulled me to him, bringing our bodies together. The world was all heat and electricity, thick with tension that was only one spark away from exploding around us.”

Triple Moon by Melissa de la Cruz

“‘I used to be scared of your eyes,” she said, “of getting lost in them, of drowning.’

‘I used to be scared of yours too. I guess it’s a healthy fear. You know, the fear of eternity.’

‘Have you shaken it?’ She ran her tongue over his lips.

‘Have you?’

She pressed herself into the muscles of his chest, willing her body to soften into clay in order to take an impression of him that would last until they met again.

Rebel of the Sands by Alwyn Hamilton

“I yanked Jin back towards me. My knuckles skimmed over the edges of the sun tattooed over his heart. That was the last thing I noticed before I kissed him.

His jaw tensed in surprise for a moment; his hand gripped my arm hard enough to hurt. And then his body was flush against mine, pushing my back against the wall of the train.

I was a desert girl. I thought I knew heat.

I was wrong.”

Where She Went by Gayle Forman

“And then all at once, we slam together. Mia’s legs are off the ground, wrapped around my waist, her hands dipping in my hair, my hands tangled in hers. And our lips. There isn’t enough skin, enough spit, enough time, for the lost years that our lips are trying to make up for as they find each other. We kiss. The electric current switches to high. The lights throughout all of Brooklyn must be surging.”