LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE…
Hey. I’m Chrys. And I’m totally digging this Supernatural Smackdown. I’m glad to be here, because it allows me to put my brother, Eurus, on notice. I vow here and now. I’m coming for you. And I’m not holding anything back. Here’s my stats:
Name: Chrysander Notos
Book Series: Hearts of the Anemoi
Job: Supreme God of the South Wind and Summer
Weight: 220 lbs
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Green but they glow with golden light
From: Realm of the Gods, particularly the southern realm of Aithiopia
Significant Other: Laney Summerlyn
Signature Move: Harnessing the power of wind, lightning, and heat in all its forms
Kill Highlights: The only kill I will ever revel in will be the death of my brother
Enemies: My older brother Eurus and his allies
Favorite Pastime: Besides pleasuring Laney? Actually, never mind, that’s my favorite now…
Other Facts: I can rock human, animal, and elemental forms, travel in the wind, move between the human and divine realms, and I possess healing abilities, all of this aside from marshaling the life of summer
After millennia of being alone, of being with others but never experiencing the joy of true companionship, or touching but never being touched, I am somehow fortunate to have found in Laney someone who sees and accepts me despite all my faults and limitations. I never thought I’d find the kind of love and acceptance I now have, nor that someone would risk so much to share those things with me.
The last thing I want to do is risk in any way the amazing woman I’ve found. But we met in a time of war, and she’s already been threatened by the very darkest forces. So, make no mistake, the heat of war is in my veins. I will fight until those threats no longer stand – to Laney or anyone else I care about.
Because, you see, I’ve already lost too much. My whole family has. You dig? So don’t test me, because you will lose. Every damn time.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, Laney and I have a date with a hot tub…
Excerpt from South of Surrender
His brother Boreas loosed a blood-curdling scream.
Chrys shot upward and ran into a current of superheated air. Bastard was using the South Wind—his wind—against Boreas.
Holding steady in the steaming flow, Chrys concentrated on attracting every bit of the air into himself. Splintering thunder cracked overhead. Behind him, Boreas groaned.
B? B? You okay, man? No answer. Zephyros, get Father! Go!
Zeph’s energy whipped past him, scattering the Harpies as they made for Boreas again. Slashing rain erupted from the swirling clouds.
The South Wind stopped blowing, freeing Chrys to look for Boreas. They had to get him out of here. In a cacophony of flapping wings and screeching bird calls, one of the Harpies dive-bombed Chrys. They could perceive him in all his forms, and he just barely avoided a haircut of the ripped-out-of-your-skull variety. He whipped around and… No! Pounding thunder made the very air vibrate.
One of the Harpies had its claws deep in Boreas’s bloody bicep. The other swooped in on great spread wings to grab his free arm.
Over my dead body. Chrys shot out over the sea, rippling into corporeal form, infernal dagger in hand.
That can be arranged, Eurus sneered.
Out of nowhere, icy air lashed at his body, created a frigid turbulence that fought his forward motion. Chrys pushed through it, drawing on the overload of South Wind heat he’d imbibed moments before. It countered the attacking North Wind, allowed Chrys to come up fast behind the Harpy that already had Boreas in its clutches.
Chrys reared back his arm just as the bird turned its feminine head. He swung the dagger in a vicious slash, opening up a bright, red gaping wound in its throat. The Harpy issued a gurgling screech and flailed, but didn’t drop his brother.
A blast of North Wind knocked him back. Chrys cloaked himself in more of the South. But the sub-zero air surrounding him would wear through his reserves quickly. Just where he was, the rain froze and ice pelted him, cutting and bruising his face and arms.
He launched himself at the bird-woman again. It thrust its wing out to protect its core, so Chrys jammed the blade through the feathers and used the leverage to pull himself up the Harpy’s big body.
With an outraged screech, it dropped Boreas, leaving him dangling by one arm in the other Harpy’s clutch.
That’s right, you screeching bitch.
He tugged the blade free, lunged for its neck, and aimed hard and fast for its chest.
Eurus materialized right in front of him, arms outreached to block the blow.
The dagger sliced full and deep across the palm of Eurus’s hand and plunged into the Harpy’s chest. His brother roared in pained outrage; the bird screeched in agony.
Eurus lunged at him. Pain exploded across Chrys’s cheekbone. The blow knocked him back, forcing him to pull the knife free, but the job was done.
New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller Laura Kaye is the author of over a dozen books in contemporary and paranormal romance. Laura grew up amidst family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses, cementing her life-long fascination with storytelling and the supernatural. Laura 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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Available May 28, 2013 from Entangled
About this Book:
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 summer storms that threaten the mortal realm, dangerously drain Chrys, and earn the ire of the Olympic gods who ordered Eurus dead.
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.
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