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.

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East of Ecstasy Excerpt Post
By Laura Kaye

I’m super excited to be celebrating my newest release, East of Ecstasy, today! This book is the last in my Greek-mythology-inspired Hearts of the Anemoi series, and it features an outcast god upon whose shoulders the weight of the world literally rests. It’s a story of belonging and finding strength in love and good triumphing over evil. Today, I’ve got a sexy excerpt for you where the hero is confronted with a choice and takes a chance. Read on…

Flying in the elements, Devlin brought them in through the chimney, a regular frickin’ Santa, except, you know, without the gifts, good cheer, or glad tidings.

Inside, he followed her directions to a room at the top of the steps on the second floor. Big, fluffy-looking bed in the center, long dresser topped with jewelry and trinkets, walls covered in paintings and photographs. Anna’s bedroom, then. Her most private space.

No big deal.

Except in Devlin’s world you didn’t let someone into your inner sanctum, well, ever. Because doing so required trust and loyalty, two concepts that were way more theoretical than actual, at least in Devlin’s experience. He trusted no one. And the only people who had ever been loyal to him were his brothers. One died for it. The other had been tortured and imprisoned.

So, damn big deal.

With the maelstrom raging inside his head, We’re here was all the warning Devlin managed to give before shifting them back into their corporeal forms just inside the door. A second later, he recalled how the experience had impacted Anna the last time, and found in his carelessness with her a whole new reason to hate himself.

She gasped and swayed. Devlin caught her in his arms, even though the emotional tumult he felt had resurrected the fear and anxiety about closeness and being touched that were his old best friends. And gods, even though his body was on high alert, Anna’s warm curves felt so good in his arms—

“You can let me go,” she said. “I know it makes you uncomfortable.”

Well, fuck.

For a moment, it felt as though time stopped, and Devlin found himself perched on a cliff’s edge. A step forward sent him into the cold, lonely free-fall of solitude, and very likely shut down any future possibility of receiving her touch—because, really, how many times could someone offer affection and have it thrown back in their face before they learned to keep it to themselves…or offer it to someone more worthy?

But a step backward, a step onto the solid safety of hard ground, well, that at least maintained her touch and affection as a potential. Whether Devlin was too emotionally stunted to grasp that potential with both hands and never let go was another matter entirely.

A moment of indecision. And then Devlin did something he almost never did—he took a chance, a risk, a figurative step away from the edge.

He leaned down, planted his hands in her silky hair, and kissed Anna like she was the air he needed to breathe.

And, sweet Zeus, after the slightest moment of surprised hesitation, she melted against him, fisted her hands in his hair, and opened her mouth to his on a high, throaty moan. Her arousal was a living presence all around him, kicking his heart into a sprint and sending blood pounding into his cock.

Devlin’s tongue swept into her mouth, tasting and stroking and twining with hers. One of his hands went to her back and pulled her closer, but it wasn’t enough. The disparity in their height was part of the problem, so Devlin dropped his hands to her ass and lifted her until her face was closer to his and her legs wrapped around his waist.

Gods, but she was a sweet little thing in his arms.

Anna’s moan was open and honest and full of need. And gods be damned the tight friction of her heated center over his erection had the room spinning around him until the only thing he knew or saw or felt was her. He stumbled a step until her back encountered the wall next to the door, and the forced collision of her hips into his had both of them crying out.

For so long, Devlin had suppressed and ignored the needs of his body, a penance for the wrongs done to others that lay at his feet. And that part of his brain was pricking at him like a jackhammer against concrete. But when Anna leveraged her back against the wall to grind against his cock, Devlin’s body threw his thinking mind into a dark corner and, for just once, let himself have something he wanted with the desperation of a dying man.

And he very well might be that.

So, did you have a favorite line from the excerpt? Thanks for reading!
Laura

 Krisyn’s Review

Annalise is a painter who is compelled to paint pictures that she doesn’t understand.

Devlin is the son of an evil man struggling to do what is right even though no one expects him to be any better than his father.

Their chemistry is electric and their romance is powerful.

Anna is shocked to discover that the world she lives in isn’t nearly as straight forward as she thought. A strange and attractive man appears in her studio and demands to know why she is painting both him and his father. What they discover together is that she paints scenes straight out of the future. A future neither of them want to come true.

East of Ecstasy is a wonderful addition to the series. Devlin is a sexy bad boy type and Annalise is the nurturing but strong willed type. They are so believable together and the supernatural aspects of their lives make them a good match. The world that Laura Kaye creates with this series is wonderfully imaginative. The details in this book are perfect and everything fits together. This book is the final book of this series and it brings everything together perfectly. There is some sadness but the triumph is that much more powerful for it. This book is worth a read as a part of the series of even separate. You may be a little behind but that doesn’t mean the book isn’t powerful enough to get you invested in it anyway.

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!

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 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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