by Laura Kaye
I am thrilled to welcome Chrysander
Notos and Laney Summerlyn to the world today! Chrys is the hero of South of Surrender, the third book in my
Greek-mythology inspired Hearts of the Anemoi series. The Anemoi were wind gods
the Greeks associated with controlling the wind, the weather, and the seasons,
and as the summer god, Chrys is the hottest of them all! Laney is Chrys’s
nearly blind love interest who sees him more than anyone else ever has.
Together, they are pure sweet, sensual, sexy win! Need more proof? Check out
this sweet, sensual excerpt from when they’re traveling in elemental form and
the giveaway that follows!
They
went up into the sky, and though the rain and wind were all around them, were
them, it was just as Chrys had said.
The
wind didn’t buffet her, because she was the wind. The rain didn’t batter her,
because she was the rain. The thunder and lightning didn’t scare her, because
she knew exactly when they’d occur. A tremendous thrill roared through her.
That she got to experience this, that he’d made her see the beauty in something
that had long terrified her, that he’d shared it with her at all.
This
is amazing, Chrys, being a part of this, being a part of something bigger than
yourself. Thank you for bringing me with you tonight. Thank you for…getting
involved. Even
if he’d only done it out of obligation or duty, this moment, this night,
this whole time since she’d first laid eyes on him was something to be
cherished forever.
Warmth
surrounded her, like he was hugging her. Words came to her, in that odd
language she’d sometimes heard him speak, but not in the way they normally
communicated. It was like the words were on the wind. Something about the sound
of them flooded longing through her being. And heat.
Overwhelmed
with everything she was feeling, everything she’d experienced this night, Laney
didn’t speak again. Instead, she just soaked in every bit of the splendor of
the nighttime world. After all, this was the world she’d been without the longest.
Her night vision had been the first to go. Normally, she was completely blind
in the dark. Now, she could see that the night wasn’t black, but was painted
with a palette of blues and greys and purples that possessed its own beauty.
And
Chrys had made it all possible.
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Laura
About South of Surrender:
She's the only one who can see through his
golden boy façade to the broken god within...
Chrysander Notos, Supreme God of the South Wind and Summer, is on a mission: save Eurus from his death sentence and prove his troubled brother can be redeemed. But Eurus fights back, triggering vicious storms that threaten the mortal realm and dangerously drain Chrys.
Laney Summerlyn refuses to give up her grandfather's horse farm, despite her deteriorating vision. More than ever, she needs the organized routine of her life at Summerlyn Stables, until a ferocious storm brings an impossible—and beautiful—creature crashing down from the heavens.
Injured while fighting Eurus, Chrys finds himself at the mercy of a mortal woman whose compassion and acceptance he can't resist. As they surrender to the passion flaring between them, immortal enemies close in, forcing Chrys to choose between his brother and the only woman who's ever loved the real him.
Chrysander Notos, Supreme God of the South Wind and Summer, is on a mission: save Eurus from his death sentence and prove his troubled brother can be redeemed. But Eurus fights back, triggering vicious storms that threaten the mortal realm and dangerously drain Chrys.
Laney Summerlyn refuses to give up her grandfather's horse farm, despite her deteriorating vision. More than ever, she needs the organized routine of her life at Summerlyn Stables, until a ferocious storm brings an impossible—and beautiful—creature crashing down from the heavens.
Injured while fighting Eurus, Chrys finds himself at the mercy of a mortal woman whose compassion and acceptance he can't resist. As they surrender to the passion flaring between them, immortal enemies close in, forcing Chrys to choose between his brother and the only woman who's ever loved the real him.
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.
Congrats, Laura! My favorite line from the excerpt: “...she was the wind...she was the rain....” COOL!
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"And Chrys had made it all possible."
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This book should come with a warning! I stayed up all night reading. Then I sat at my desk and read until it was done. I cried, I laughed. I loved.
ReplyDelete"Now, she could see that the night wasn’t black, but was painted with a palette of blues and greys and purples that possessed its own beauty."
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I loved this piece. It shows the beauty of seeing beyond the obvious.
ReplyDeleteNormally, she was completely blind in the dark. Now, she could see that the night wasn’t black, but was painted with a palette of blues and greys and purples that possessed its own beauty.
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"Now, she could see that the night wasn’t black, but was painted with a palette of blues and greys and purples that possessed its own beauty."
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"Now, she could see that the night wasn’t black, but was painted with a palette of blues and greys and purples that possessed its own beauty."
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Now, she could see that the night wasn’t black, but was painted with a palette of blues and greys and purples that possessed its own beauty.
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Thanks for hopping around everyone! Good luck!
ReplyDeleteGreat excerpt. My favorite line is: "That she got to experience this, that he’d made her see the beauty in something that had long terrified her, that he’d shared it with her at all."
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