About
EAST OF ECSTASY:
The
final chapter in the award-winning and bestselling Hearts of the Anemoi series…
She’s the
only one who can give him the strength to save them all…
Annalise Fallston made peace with postponing
her big-city dreams to care for her ill father, but lately she's been
filled with a restlessness not even her beloved painting dispels. Worse,
the colors don't speak to her as they always have, and all her efforts
produce dark, foreboding images of a dangerous man and a terrifying
future.
Devlin Eston, black-souled son of the evil Anemoi Eurus, is the only one who can thwart his father's plan to overthrow the Supreme God of Wind and Storms. But first, Dev must master the unstable powers he's been given. Distrusted and shunned by his own divine family, he never expected to find kindness and passion in the arms of a mortal.
But Devlin's love puts Annalise in the path of a catastrophic storm, and in the final Armageddon showdown between the Anemoi and Eurus, sacrifices will be made, hearts broken, and lives changed forever...or lost.
Devlin Eston, black-souled son of the evil Anemoi Eurus, is the only one who can thwart his father's plan to overthrow the Supreme God of Wind and Storms. But first, Dev must master the unstable powers he's been given. Distrusted and shunned by his own divine family, he never expected to find kindness and passion in the arms of a mortal.
But Devlin's love puts Annalise in the path of a catastrophic storm, and in the final Armageddon showdown between the Anemoi and Eurus, sacrifices will be made, hearts broken, and lives changed forever...or lost.
Catch up on the whole
series with the Hearts of the Anemoi box set featuring the first three books: North of Need, West of Want, South of
Surrender!
East
of Ecstasy Excerpt Post By
Laura Kaye:
You guys! I can’t believe release
day for East of Ecstasy is finally
here! This is the final book in my Hearts of the Anemoi series, which includes:
North of Need, West of Want, and South of Surrender. The Anemoi were
wind gods the Greek associated with controlling the wind, weather, and seasons.
In East of Ecstasy, hero Devlin Eston
is the heir to the East Wind which has long been associated with unluckiness,
misfortune, and, thanks to Devlin’s father, even evil. Devlin himself has been
the victim of father’s evil, and thereby finds himself an outcast among his own
divine family. In this scene, heroine Annalise Fallston—who gets visions that
she’s forced to paint in order to quiet them in her mind—sees Devlin for the
first time. Here’s what she says:
Forcing the chaos in her mind
away, Anna dipped her brush into the gray and stepped to the canvas. Motion
captured her attention from the corner of her eye.
The Dark Man, the subject of her
recent paintings, stood in the doorway and leaned against the jamb.
Anna jumped and her pulse raced,
but this time, anger flooded in instead of fear. “I will deal with you on my own
damn terms,” she said, taking a perverse amount of pleasure from putting a
figment of her imagination in its place. Because that’s all he was.
He didn’t move or speak. Not that
he could, since, you know. Figment. Of. Imagination.
Anna rolled her eyes, done with
being scared and so pissed to have to do this again that she was nearly out of
her mind. “I’m doing your damn painting already. So just leave me alone.” She
cut her gaze back to the expanse of white, but the desire to see if his image
would still be there if she looked again drove her to distraction.
Finally, she gave in and…he was
still there.
Completely still. Blatantly
scowling. Totally unfathomable.
Was this a vision? Another image
she’d have to paint?
Her heart tripped into a sprint,
and she couldn’t look away from him. Like the compulsion that forced her to
paint these images, Anna couldn’t help but return his stare and memorize his
masculine features. The sharp angles of his face, the harsh set of his mouth,
the dark shadows around his even darker eyes. Black eyes. Blades of black hair
hung low over his forehead and just touched the hooded shirt he wore under his
short, scuffed leather jacket. He’d crossed his arms over his chest, and the
position caused his biceps to bunch up under the worn leather. In fact,
everything about him appeared worn—the coat, the threadbare jeans, the scuffed
boots. None of it struck her as the kind of shabby chic you could buy in some
upscale store for a small fortune, either. The whole effect was rough. Dangerous.
Deprived.
Deprived? What a strange
way of describing him. But as Anna’s gaze swept over him again, the thought
stuck. For his height, he seemed thin, with his lean hips, clad in old black
jeans, a trim waist, and pronounced cheekbones. Her fingers twitched around the
nearly forgotten paintbrush. What would it feel like to cup that harsh face in
her hand?
Anna gasped and tore her gaze
away. She had to blink to pull herself out of the haze of thoughts. Frustration
surged through her and tensed the muscles of her shoulders and neck. She didn’t
want to be working on another of these paintings as it was, so the last thing
she needed was to lose a bunch of time daydreaming. Or would it be
daynightmaring?
As she stared at the blank
canvas, the image of the shackled man behind the prison bars filled her mind’s
eye.
Definitely the latter.
Curiosity pulled her eyes to the
left again. The doorway was empty.
So,
did you have a favorite line from the excerpt? Thanks for reading!
Laura
About
Laura Kaye:
Laura
is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over a dozen books in
contemporary and paranormal romance. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family
believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and
evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and
all things paranormal. She
lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and
appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.
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