Monday, March 30, 2015

Book Blitz: Deep Blue Eternity by Natasha Boyd


DEEP BLUE ETERNITY
by Natasha Boyd 
NA Contemporary Romance
Published by Eternal Romance: March 26th, 2015
Summary:
Livvy is on the run. And she’s escaped to the one place nobody will ever find her. But the isolated cottage isn’t empty. Her refuge is home to a troubled stranger, Tom, there for reasons of his own. 
In the intimacy of the abandoned cottage, and the remote wilderness of the island, the electrifying connection between them is impossible to ignore. Both running from their histories and shielding dark secrets, their pasts catch up with them and collide in an unimaginable way.
Deep emotions and powerful chemistry face a painful battle with the tangle of lies, and scars of the past. When the truth emerges, hearts will be shattered.

Praise for Deep Blue Eternity
“A captivating, heart-wrenching, beautifully written story about those who scar us and those who help us heal. I could not put it down and am still thinking about it!” —Mia Sheridan, New York Times Bestselling author of Archer’s Voice

“Boyd skillfully navigates the scorching physical desire and personal insecurities of her protagonists, crafting a relationship that is tense, torrid and sure to keep the pages turning.” —RT Book Reviews

“Fans of the Sea of Tranquility or Mia Sheridan will absolutely love this story.” —MissIngrid’s Reviews

“I can’t recall ever reading a novel that made me laugh, smile, cry… just, feel as much as this one did.” —Books over Bros Reviews
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Exclusive Excerpt:
“Please,” I added, realizing I needed him on my side, and unable to avoid the hint of desperation in my tone. I mentally cringed. “Please don’t tell anyone I’m here.”
He assessed me, leaning back, one arm slung along the empty chair back next to him and his eyes narrowed. There was a gemstone that exact color. What was it called?
I frantically thought of a way to explain what I was doing here. And I wished I could see something else in his expression through the facial hair.
“Fine,” he said finally, with a stiff nod.
“Fine?”
“Yes, fine.”
“What are you hiding from?” I asked suddenly, not sure where the question came from.
I almost missed the flicker of shock in his gaze, before he shrugged nonchalantly. “And we won’t ask each other questions.”
“Okay,” I agreed, with abundant relief, despite the weirdness of our situation.
Well, well, well. Wasn’t that an interesting puzzle? Why would a guy who was obviously well-spoken and educated, from what I could tell, take on the lonely job of looking after an isolated cottage in the middle of nowhere?
The silence was extremely uncomfortable as we both regrouped.
Eventually he sighed. “You look better without all the black shit all over your face.”
Obviously, he was referring to the black eyeliner and lipstick I’d taken to wearing. It matched my nails, my usual clothes and my mood. And it hid me. People’s eyes glided away from me when I started dressing like that, so I kept it up. It made things easier for me out in the world. All I had to do was also block out the whispers in the hallways of my preppy school. It had the added benefit that my parents hated it.
“Well, you’d probably look better without that hairy shit all over your face.” I bit my lip as soon as the words were uttered.
Seriously, sometimes I had no filter.
There was movement in his beard.
Was he actually going to smile? His caramel eyes crinkled up and suddenly his beard split open in a wide smile filled with perfect white teeth, and a snort of laughter came out. He was almost beautiful, not that I was into older guys. I didn’t know where to look, but his wheeze of laughter was infectious and I found myself fighting my own smile.
Then he took a deep breath. “I … I was in love with your sister. That’s how you know me,” he said.
The words were out there so suddenly, and he looked so shocked that he’d uttered them, that neither of us spoke for interminable minutes.
No questions.
Abruptly, he got up, scraping the chair across the old wooden floor, and walked to the front door. He paused a moment, his shoulders rigid, then yanked the door and smacked the screen open. In a moment, he was gone, both doors slamming shut behind him, leaving a vast emptiness in his wake.

Natasha Boyd is an internationally bestselling and award-winning author with a background in marketing and public relations.  Her debut novel Eversea was a finalist in the 2013 Winter Rose Contest for Contemporary Romance and won the 2014 Digital Book Award for Adult Fiction. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Georgia Romance Writers and Island Writer’s Network in coastal South Carolina where she has been a featured speaker on book marketing. She holds a Bachelor of Science in Psychology and lives with her husband, two sons and the cast of characters in her head.

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