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Exclusive Excerpt: THE ROMAN by Sylvain Reynard

The Roman Sylvain Reynard

We don’t toss around the word “gripping” that often, but for this excerpt of Sylvain Reynard‘s The Roman, we are more than willing to make an exception! Seriously, we might have stopped breathing a little toward the end. But you won’t have to hold your breath for long. The Roman releases December 6th!


Raven wished she had one of William’s relics. Commander Borek had seen to it that her sister Cara received medical attention, but he hadn’t done so out of compassion. He’d done so because he feared the Curia.

Raven needed to bolster her defenses.

“Commander Borek.” She lifted her voice, evading the soldier who was supposed to carry her.

The commanding officer ignored her.

“Commander Borek,” she repeated, louder.

He turned his head in her direction, as did the remaining members of their party.

“We need to leave,” he growled. “Or you’ll end up dead.”

“I need a sword.” She extended her hand.

He stared at her incredulously. “No.”

She took a few limping steps in his direction. “I’m not afraid to fight. What if we encounter ferals?”

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Exclusive Excerpt: BREATH OF FIRE by Amanda Bouchet

Breath of Fire Amanda Bouchet

Have you ever read a book that has just one sweet moment of perfection so good, you want to keep reading for hours? We found a favorite tiny moment in Amanda Bouchet’s Breath of Fire, and we won’t tell you when it pops up. Just read and enjoy!


We assemble in the Athena courtyard after breakfast on the fourth day. Griffin and I are already mounted, but the rest of Beta Team—Kato, Flynn, and Carver—are still finishing their good-byes, strapping on the last of their gear, and readying their horses. If I’m not mistaken, Flynn is moving slowly because he keeps shooting discreet glances toward Jocasta from under lowered auburn brows. Carver, his long, leggy gait slower than usual, only just left his family under the shaded arcades that band the castle’s ground floor like an ornate, marble ribbon. And Kato, all blond hair, blue eyes, and corded muscle, moves with casual purpose and lionesque indolence—unhurried in his stride but powerful and inherently ready for action. Despite the stakes of the journey, none of them seems to feel any real urgency to leave.

I don’t like lingering over farewells, and their lagging makes me feel like I have ants in my pants. It’s all I can do not to start hopping in the saddle. Panotii is champing at the bit, and so am I. He prances sideways and bumps into Brown Horse. Brown Horse doesn’t move an inch and regards us with calm, intelligent eyes. He’s so much like his rider that I almost laugh.

Unable to hold back a smile, I drink in Griffin with my eyes. Actually, I look at Griffin all the time. I think about him even more, and every time I do, it’s like a wild kick of adrenaline straight to the heart. It’s distracting. He’s distracting.

A tingling warmth spreads beneath my skin. “I can’t wait to gallop.” I haven’t been outside the city walls since Ios. Panotii and I need to stretch our legs, see for miles, and feel the wind in our faces. It’s good for a horse. For a person who’s been confined to a cage, it’s cathartic. Castle Sinta and its grounds may be big, beautiful, and full of Griffin, but in some ways, it’s still a cage. Real freedom is answering to only yourself, and being responsible for no one. Since that’s a moral vacuum, none but the truly wicked are ever truly free.

That must be how Mother feels—free.

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Deal Alert: H.M. Ward, S.M. Shade, and Kelly McClymer

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Demon Kissed by H.M. Ward

By New York Times bestselling author H.M. Ward
Book #1 in the bestselling Demon Kissed series

Seventeenth birthdays aren’t supposed to suck, but mine does. Literally. Before I know what’s happened a guy knocks me to the ground and tries to suck out my soul. With a kiss. That’s all it takes with his kind. This next part is embarrassing–I thought this guy was my boyfriend. Screw that, I thought he was human, but those creepy, blood red eyes suggest I was mistaken.

This is it, the end of my sucktacularly short life–killed by a creature that’s half vampire, half demon, and smokin’ hot. Killed by a kiss. It sounds poetic until it happens to you.
The world fades to black, but just as I accept my fate, someone saves me. At least I think he saved me, because I’m still alive. It isn’t until much later that I learn what really happened and exactly what it cost me.


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Guest Post + Excerpt: “Reading for Cardio” by Hettie Ivers

Slip of Fate Hettie Ivers

As a workaholic insomniac with an overly active imagination, my journey to writing naughty, twisty paranormal tales began several years ago as a desperate attempt to distract myself from the real-life corporate mergers and impending litigations that were giving me nightmares.  It worked!  Soon I was sleeping soundly—dreaming about big, oversexed alpha men with superpowers chasing me down rather than thinking about the Napoleon-complex stuffed suits at the office who had been driving me nuts.

Because I continue to write largely for my own amusement and stress relief, my hope is that my stories may help others to escape their worries about weenie bosses, looming deadlines, and whatever else is causing distress in their lives for a few hours as well.

The fact is reading remains one of the safest, healthiest, most economical means of distraction, relaxation, and entertainment available.  Hey, throw in a heart-pounding, sexy read and you might just sneak in your cardio workout for the day!  (I’m certain there’s a really qualified panel of doctors and “experts” somewhere who will corroborate this for me.)

Along those lines, I am absolutely thrilled to have been given this tremendous opportunity for a Guest Author Post in Ever After Romance, and I hope to do my part to help readers get their heart rates up just a teeny tiny bit by sharing this brief excerpt from my paranormal romance novel, Slip of Fate (Werelock Evolution, Book 1).

Do you have a great cardio romance read you’d like to share?  Please tweet your favorite aerobic romances to me or post a comment to the link to this article on my Facebook page.

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Exclusive Excerpt: A VERY JAGUAR CHRISTMAS by Terry Spears

A Very Jaguar Christmas Terry Spear

Does this post really need an introduction? Is it even possible to resist an excerpt from a book that has it all? It’s a Holiday book. About beautiful hot-headed shapeshifting jaguars. Who protect other shapeshifters as a job.  It’s amazing! Don’t you dare miss A Very Jaguar Christmas from Terry Spears, out now!


A man raised his voice several feet away and Everett and Howard turned to see what the matter was. Everett didn’t recognize the redhead, but Demetria was facing him down, hands on her hips, frowning at the guy. No matter how many times he observed her, Everett still saw her as an incredibly sexy brunette, curvy, with killer moves, a quick temper, but a loving heart—where kids of all ages were concerned. She hadn’t dated since Matt had died in the Costa Rican rainforest, and Everett didn’t think she’d ever get over his death.

Her long hair pulled back into a ponytail, she focused her darkened brown eyes strictly on the man in front of her, her body posture balanced. She looked ready for action.

Everett wanted to help her out if she needed his assistance, but he knew that stance. She was a wild cat, ready to take down the big male who was giving her grief. All the agents were highly trained, so no advantage to Demetria there. And he was ready for her reaction, so she couldn’t surprise him. Because of his size and weight, he most likely would have the upper hand. That meant Everett was tensing and getting ready to charge in and protect her—whether she needed him to, or wanted him to, or not. Who would know until after the altercation ended? Everett didn’t want to see her hurt.

Hell, a dozen guys were probably just as ready to protect her, but he didn’t have eyes on anyone else—just Demetria and the redhead.

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Exclusive Excerpt: RACE THE DARKNESS by Abbie Roads

Race The Darkness Abbie Roads

It’s boring and grey outside. Perfect weather for a great Paranormal Romance! Don’t miss this gorgeous exclusive excerpt of Abbie Roads’ Race The Darkness!


Xander paced the length of his porch, his bare feet padding across the wood, the sound pleasantly mixing with the chorus of nighttime noises rocking out on the hillside. But still turmoil roiled inside him. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, he was worried about Isleen. Worried about her health, her sanity, and—after finding that cross on her forehead—her safety. The thing that worried him the most was the simple fact that he cared at all. She shouldn’t dominate his mind. Was Matt right? Did the women in her family possess some strange power to enchant the men in his?

A rhythmic sound invaded. He paused in his pacing, trying to place the origin. It was the crunch of gravel under feet. Someone was jogging up the driveway toward his place. He leaped off the porch, oblivious to his bare feet, and raced toward the sound.

His eyes weren’t as sharp as his ears, but he knew—fucking knew—the figure that emerged from the curve was Isleen. She sucked and wheezed rapid breaths. Her heart beat a frantic duh-dum, duh-dum tempo. Her gait was all wrong—sloppy and disjointed, arms flailing almost as if she were swimming instead of running. With the way she’d acted earlier toward him, something had to be terribly wrong for her to seek him out.

Adrenaline bucked through his system, charging his muscles, readying him for a fight. He scanned the lane behind her, expecting to see someone pursuing her. Nothing. He listened for the sounds of a chase. Nothing.

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Exclusive Excerpt: Jenna Ryan’s DARK LILY

Dark Lily Jenna Ryan

We’re enamored with this excerpt of Dark Lily by Jenna Ryan. Ghosts + mysterious backgrounds + cute kids with possible powers =a win in our book. We hope you enjoy!


New Orleans, 1993

“I have to do this, Gaby.” The beautiful woman, whose red hair framed pale, perfect features, stared into her daughter’s eyes. “Mama Madeleine says it’s the only way to keep you safe. Do you understand? Can you understand?”

But a child of three wasn’t interested in understanding anything except that her stuffed dog, Mojo, probably shouldn’t get wet. Hard to keep that from happening though, with rain falling in buckets from a sky blacker than the mashed-up beans and dirty rice she’d eaten last night.

“Mojo and me want to go home and watch a scary movie,” Gaby said firmly.

Her mother looked sad, but she smiled. “You can do that another time. Right now, I want you to think about the best adventure ever.”

“Haunted house.” Gaby giggled when thunder shook the train platform under her feet. “Wanna take a ride with a ghost.”

Her mother sighed. “I know. You’ve always loved ghosts. You’ve always seen ghosts. Sometimes real, sometimes not. That’s the problem.”

“Ghosts don’t scare me.” Gaby watched a freckle-faced boy walk past pulling the wrapper off an ice cream bar. “They just want someone to talk to.”

The hands clasping her arms tightened briefly. “That’s what Mama Madeleine says too. Now—” she pressed her lips together, kissed Gaby’s cheek and forehead and hugged her hard before pulling back, “—it’s time. Could be it’s past time. I pray it isn’t, but we’ll see. Remember this, Gabrielle. I love you. I’ll always love you. You’re going on a big adventure tonight.”

Gaby’s eyes brightened. “Mojo too?”

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Farewell, Read a Romance Month! Hello, $.99 Sale!

We’ve had such a blast this last month. There’s nothing quite like great people coming together to celebrate something they’re passionate about. That’s the premise of this blog: Fans and authors alike sharing what they love about Romance, the little things that keep them coming back for more, and the little things that infuriate us—

We even hate things well together.

But EverAfter is overwhelmingly a community of love. So, to mourn the passing of an entire month of fun, we’ve partnered with our big brother, Diversion Books, to offer a small token of our gratitude: A huge sale. We’ve collaborated and gathered some of our favorite titles and, for today, they’ll all be $.99!

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Exclusive Excerpt: Marie Treanor’s THE PRISONER OF SILVERWOOD CASTLE

Prisoner of Silverwood Castle Marie Treanor

We’re almost done with the week. You know what that means, kids? Rewards! Enjoy this fantastic little excerpt from Marie Treanor‘s The Prisoner of Silverwood Castle, out now!


 

I forgave her all over again when I saw my bedchamber. It was in the old part of the castle, and it had a low, vaulted ceiling and bare, unplastered stone walls on which hung some ancient and very dusty tapestries. Since it was growing dark, I lit the lamp and stood on my trunk to reach the little window catch. I had to wrestle with it to make it open, as if the cobwebs were trying to hold it shut. Although my sisters would not have approved of the housekeeping—and in fact, even I considered a little dusting to be in order here—I liked the little chamber far more than Augusta’s grand, luxurious apartments. It seemed I had maligned my brother-in-law the duke, and he understood me much better than I had thought.

In perfect charity with him, I unpacked my clothes, seized a clean gown to wear for the rest of the evening, and put the rest away in the oak wardrobe which looked a little out of place but was at least useful. I washed my face in the bowl provided, gasping at the coldness of the water, then brushed and repinned my hair, and, with difficulty, found my way back to Augusta’s apartments.

She had a bedroom, a dressing room, a cosy dining room, and a large sitting room. They were all utterly feminine, with no sign of the duke’s accoutrements, so I could only assume his rooms were elsewhere. Perhaps through one of the two doors at the end of the sitting room. I wasn’t sure I would care to live like that if I was married. Provided I liked my husband, of course, and I had long ago decided that nothing except actual love would induce me to marry anyone, however rich, powerful, or influential. Fortunately, my brother the earl seemed to be content with those commodities he’d already gained through my sisters’ marriages, Augusta’s being very much his trump card. So I doubted I would have to fight very hard for my independence. Once I got away from Augusta.

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