(Deep Blue Eternity #1)
Publication date: March 26th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
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.
"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
Excerpt 1:
Excerpt 2:
Excerpt 3:
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.
"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
Excerpt 1:
“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.
Excerpt 2:
He made me feel like
such a stupid little girl. He had no idea what it was like for me. None. I
wanted to yell at him and slap him, but more than anything, I wanted him not to
disapprove of me, and I couldn’t understand why. I’d never cared what anyone
thought of me before. In fact, I’d gone out of my way to inspire less than
comfortable thoughts in people. It was the way I operated. It was the way I’d
survived the last few years in high school.
I realized with a
start that I’d begun feeling comforted by his presence. We were building some
form of quiet friendship. And the thought that he was disgusted with me caused
shame to burn through my gut. But with that came anger. How dare he make me
feel this way? Who was he to pass judgment on me? And pulling out what Abby
would think had been such a low blow.
I was pacing back and
forth, coming up with the words I would hurl at him to get even when I’d caught
sight of him through the small kitchen window and stopped dead.
Tom was ripping his
shirt off over his head. He flung it angrily, his bare chest heaving. Jesus, he
was ripped. Picking the ax back up, ribs arching, he swung it over his head,
bringing it down with such force that every muscle and sinew bulged and flexed
with the power of it.
I sucked in air,
realizing I’d been holding my breath. Emotion rolled off him, the air
electrified. Wind I couldn’t feel tossed his hair. It was raw and almost
painful to watch. He was part wild animal and part insanely beautiful human.
His body was a blur of
motion, and he seemed oblivious to the icy air. A strong working body. A man’s
body, not a boy’s. So much man. No muscle unused.
I’d been living with
this huge, larger than life, virile male for almost two weeks.
Old fears skittered
down my spine.
And then his chest
wasn’t just heaving with breath, his whole body was shuddering and curling in
on itself. His knees folded, hitting the ground so hard, I winced. His arms
wrapped around his middle as if he was trying to hold his body together. It was
at once both shockingly strange and also familiar. I knew the kind of feeling
that made one’s body do that.
Pain.
The kind of pain that
threatened to tear your soul in two.
He
didn’t respond for hours. I was making a salad for dinner and opening a can of
tuna that Fuckhead was going nuts over when he finally walked in, windswept and
disheveled, in jeans and a white T-shirt. I stopped what I was doing to stare,
and the cat leapt over my feet and between my legs, meowing repeatedly.
“Well,
can I?” I asked.
“I don’t
know. I have to do something for someone, but if I don’t, you can.” His eyes
flicked to me briefly.
“Cryptic
much?”
“Sorry,
I just, uh, I just have some stuff going on right now.”
“With
Bethany.”
“No.
Yes. No, not to do with her.” He raked his hands through his hair, taming it,
then headed to the fridge.
“Who are
you?” I asked.
“What?
What do you mean?”
“I mean,
I thought we had a… a friendship or something, and I don’t understand what I’ve
done wrong.” Addressing it made a weird emotional bubble grow in my chest, and
my eyes started to sting.
He
stopped and turned around.
I
blinked rapidly, trying to dissipate any water that was collecting. The cat let
out a mournful moan.
“You
haven’t done anything wrong, Liv.”
“Then
why do I feel like I have? Are…” I swallowed. “Are you disgusted with me now?”
“What?”
he whispered. His face creased, like he was in pain and his eyes did a slow
blink. Then he took a step toward me and just kept coming. And suddenly I was
wrapped up in his arms, my face pressed into his hard chest, breathing him in.
Breathing in his unique scent of laundry and male exertion and the fresh
outdoors. Salt and weathered wood.
I froze,
stiff with surprise from the sudden contact, then endured the brazen heat that
immediately followed and whipped through my belly.
His head
dropped on top of mine, and he breathed into my hair. “I know you don’t mean
that.”
“Mean
what?”
“How
could I ever be disgusted with you? I—”
He
lapsed into silence, just holding me. His chest was warm, his heart beating
hard under my cheek.
Lifting
my arms tentatively, I slid them around his waist. I thought I felt him
shudder. His muscles were bunched tight, or he was tense. I didn’t know. He was
hugging me. I could hug him back, right?
The cat
embarked on a continuous series of desperate meows and threaded his body
between our legs in a figure eight. I willed him to shut the hell up and stop
ruining this moment, but it was no use.
Tom
chuckled and pulled away.
“Fuckhead,”
I growled vehemently at the cat, who proceeded to give me a nice view of his
butt.
I looked
up, and Tom was watching me, amused. He reached his hand up and slid it behind
my head, and I stopped breathing. His gaze flicked to my mouth for a
millisecond. My lips burned. My eyes fluttered closed as he drew me in and
placed a soft kiss on my forehead. His beard, he’d taken to wearing clipped
closer to his skin these days, torturing me with glimpses of his beauty, grazed
my brow.
I
swallowed the painful lump in my throat, my heart hammering.
He drew
away slowly.
I kept
my eyes closed. I couldn’t bear for him to see what mine must look like.
Desperate. Yearning. Drowning in agony.
And the
knowledge that I could never tell him how I felt, that I had to keep it locked
in my heart where it couldn’t ruin this, was
almost a comfort. I would be safe and able to stay here with him as long as I
didn’t mess this up. God, and I’d come so close to messing it all up when I
came on to him.
I hated
the memory of myself, of who I’d been then. How could a person change so much
in so short a time? It was both the beauty and the agony of my lot. Falling in
love with him had forever altered me, but to let it out of my heart might lose
him forever.
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Author Interview
Author Name:
Natasha Boyd
Tell us about
your current release release?
My new release
is DEEP BLUE ETERNITY. I am so excited about this book. It’s a definite
departure from the world of EVERSEA but no less true to my writing style. Formerly
known as The Cottage (and funnily enough the cottage in the book is almost like
an additional character in the story, bearing witness to the love story), my UK
publisher felt that Deep Blue Eternity, a phrase used in the book to describe
love would be a better fit. And I agree! Why didn’t I think of it first?
What genre would
you say the book is?
Contemporary
definitely, as it is present day. And of course romance. However, there is a
suspenseful and gothic undertone to the story as it is set in an area rife with
superstition.
If you had to sum your book up in 30 or less words, what would you say?
DEEP BLUE ETERNITY is a deeply emotional
book and while it deals with some tough issues, it’s about the aftermath and
recovery of those things in our past. It’s about forgiveness and it’s about how
falling in love changes us.
Is there an Author that you would really like to meet?
Darynda Jones. I love her sense of humor. I think we’d be besties.
Do you prefer eBooks, paperbacks or hardcover?
My son says the books he reads that he holds in his hands stay with him
longer. I might be inclined to agree. But in the end, I just love books. For
ease of transport and instant gratification (1-click buy anyone?) - eBooks.
Is there a particular movie that you preferred over the book version?
Great question! This doesn’t happen very often, does it. I’m so glad they
turned outlander into a show so we could keep the detail that made the book so
extraordinary. The Beach, The Princess Bride, Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
– oh, and Fifty Shades of Grey!
So what are you working on next?
Aaaah the age old question. I’m
actually working on several projects. But hopefully the next thing that will be
ready, finally, is a spin off of the Eversea series featuring the heroine’s
best friend Jazz.
White wine or red?
White
Coffee or tea?
Tea
Vanilla or chocolate ice-cream?
Swirl
What are 4 things you never leave home without?
Book, Kindle, phone (with kindle app), pen and paper for inspiration,
updated inspiration playlist.
Your thoughts on receiving book reviews - the good and the bad – ?
In the beginning of my writing career I felt like I had bipolar, one
review would make me high, the next would cut me down so hard I wouldn’t want
to ever write again. But than fully that
phase was short-lived. If you do all you can to make sure it’s your best
work - then bad reviews have to be
‘water off a ducks back’... But seriously, bad reviews probably bother you most
when you know deep down you could have done something better. That’s probably a backwards way to look at
it… but I guess that makes me backwards J Good reviews? Aaaah, good, honest, unexpected reviews…
there’s nothing like it. And the reviews
where someone lets you know that reading your book got them through a tough
time, or started a new love of reading? Well, that makes it all worth it!
Where is one place in the world that you would really love to visit someday?
Where is one place in the world that you would really love to visit someday?
Macchu Picchu in Peru.
One of your favorite quotes -
Man will never discover new oceans, unless he has courage to lose sight
of the shore – André Gide.
My website: www.natashaboyd.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorNatashaBoyd
Twitter: @lovefrmlowcntry
AUTHOR BIO:
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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