EVER AFTER
The Hollows, #11
Author: Kim Harrison
Publisher:
Harper Voyager
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Witch-turned-daywalking-demon
Rachel Morgan needs to save the demonic realm of the Ever After in
the eleventh entry in the New York Times bestselling Hollows
series from supernatural adventure master Kim Harrison.
When Rachel
sets off a chain of events that could lead to the end of the world—demonic and
human—she must use her gifts to save those closest to her while preventing an
apocalypse.
Satisfying
and sexy, a visit to the Hollows will take readers on a wild journey that will
capture their imagination. Fans of Charlaine Harris and Stephenie Meyer won't
be able to resist Kim Harrison's alternative universe—urban fantasy Cincinnati
complete with vampires, witches, and other enchanting creatures—where
spine-tingling adventures and fast-paced action are the norm.
BOOK DESCRIPTION:
The ever after, the demonic realm
that parallels our own, is shrinking, and if it disappears, so does all magic
in our own. It’s up to witch-turned-daywalking-demon Rachel Morgan to fix this,
before life utterly changes for the worse.
Of course, there’s also the small
fact that she caused the ley line to rip in the first place, and her life is
forfeit unless she can fix it. And that the most powerful demon in the ever
after--one who eats souls--has vowed to destroy Rachel, and kidnapped her
friend and goddaughter as leverage. If Rachel doesn’t give herself up, they
will die.
Rachel must team up with elven tycoon
Trent Kalamack--a prospect both thrilling and dismaying--to return to the ever
after and rescue the hostages, then keep both worlds from being destroyed.
EXCERPT
“Mind games?” I breathed, and Trent looked up as if hearing
me across the distance. His eyes met mine briefly in acknowledgment, then went
back to the manager. “No, I want her across from Managed Detail, not out of his
sight,” he was saying, gesturing to a stable hand. “Where he goes, she goes
three steps behind. We made progress, but it will mean nothing if she thinks
the rules only apply on the track.”
The stable hand lugged a bucket of water out, and Tulpa
nosed him before dropping his head and sucking it in.
“I want Red right across from Managed Detail in a box
stall,” Trent said, his eyes again flicking to me. “He is to be lavished with
attention for at least an hour starting now, and then special treats on the
hour until sunset. I want her so frustrated and jealous that she does exactly
what Ben tells her next time.”
Mind games . . .
“Yes, sir,” the manager said, squinting up at him, and we
all looked at a fiery-tempered horse only now coming into the paddock. She was
high stepping and beautiful, her jockey needing every ounce of his attention to
keep her in bounds. Frustrated? I’d say she was that already. It was obvious to
me she was pissed she’d been held back when everyone else got to go back to the
stables.
The wailing of an ambulance drew my attention to the nearby
service road, and everything became more serious. Squinting at it, the manager
sighed. “She’s not a bad horse, sir.”
“She’s magnificent.” Trent frowned as Red squealed and
snapped at the horse next to her. “But if she doesn’t learn that playing with
others is more fun than playing alone, we will be the only two to know it.”
“Trenton . . .” Ceri cajoled, a hand to her eyes.
“The sun is getting hot, and the girls will be napping before we get to the
woods.”
Trent raised his hand acknowledging her, then turned back to
his manager. “We’re done with practice. Tomorrow take her and Managed Detail on
a ride and let them go. He has more endurance and can bring her to exhaustion.
She’ll gate next time.” Pulling Tulpa together, he angled to the gate between
the two paddocks. A stable hand ran to open it. Turning, Trent looked over his
shoulder. “Treats every hour!” he reminded him. “Don’t forget. And I want a
call as soon as you know how Ben’s collarbone is.”
The manager jotted a note on his clipboard. “Yes, sir.”
“And keep her away from everyone else. I want Managed Detail
her best frenemy.”
The older man smiled. “Yes, sir. Enjoy your ride.”
Molly barely moved an ear as Trent rode up, but my heart
gave a thump. Blinking, I looked away, pretending to fix my boot but taking
sideways glances at him. Damn, he looked good, his trim physique usually only
hinted at behind a suit defined and definite in the jeans and button shirt he
had on. I think normally he would be in full English garb but he had dressed
down either for gate practice or me. I didn’t mind. I rather liked seeing that
wisp of chest hair and his muscles moving behind his shirtsleeves. Ray looked
sweet beyond description in her sturdy pale green riding dress complete with
white leggings, soft boots, and matching hat, happily playing with the bells
woven into Tulpa’s mane. Seeing her there only layered “paternal” over
everything and hit just about every button I had. No. Working for Trent would
be a mistake. A big mistake.
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Author Bio:
New York Times bestselling author Kim Harrison
was born and raised in the upper Midwest. Her bestselling Hollows novels
include Dead Witch Walking, The Good, The Bad, and The
Undead, Every Which Way But Dead, A Fistful of Charms, For
a Few Demons More, The Outlaw Demon Wails, White Witch,
Black Curse, Black Magic Sanction, Pale Demon, A
Perfect Blood, plus the short story collection Into the Woods and The
Hollows Insider. She also writes the bestselling Madison Avery YA series.
Contact Links:
Twitter: @BurningBunnies
Website: http://www.kimharrison.net/
TOUR GIVEAWAY:
FIVE paperbacks of EVER AFTER (US RESIDENTS ONLY)
