We are so excited it's release day for Laura Kaye's EAST OF
ECSTASY! EAST OF ECSTASY is the final book in her Hearts of the Anemoi Series.
See below for a note from Laura and an excerpt!!
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.
East of Ecstasy Excerpt:
A note from 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
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!
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.
Trapped and tempted, this battle of wills rages all night
long…
Laura is the New York Times and USA
Today bestselling author of over a dozen books in contemporary and paranormal
romance and romantic suspense. 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.
