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Condemned by the countdown on her life, and hunted by hired Seekers, Ever’s journey leads her to question everything she’s known and everyone she’s trusted, while growing closer to the one person from her past she was determined to avoid—and the one guy she never could—Toby James.
With her ex-boyfriend by her side, and the countdown clock rapidly ticking away, Ever tries thwarting fate’s plans. But as her nineteenth birthday approaches, and desperate Seekers follow her every move, she may be too late.
A marked soul is hard to come by … and even harder to escape.
Here's an excerpt of bonus material from Toby's POV to whet your appetite:
Which, in a pleasantly surprising sort of way, wasn’t actually bad. She was young, but not too childish looking. Soft, but shaped well. Nice, full chest.
This wouldn’t be horrible.
I smiled when I zeroed in on the cheek full of food she’d long ago stopped chewing. Her brazen staring amused me. She’d be easy to get next to, judging by the way she openly watched me, and I figured the job wouldn’t take more than a couple weeks. Ted would be pleased. Hell, I’d be pleased. Each mark I crossed off my list carried me one step closer to freedom.
Seemed I’d been trying to escape from something my whole life. First it was Seattle, now it was Theodore Stone and the life his daughter thrust me into. What an ironic turn of events. Escaping one metaphorical prison, just in time to wind up in another.
As I made my way inside my new “home”—quotes because this would never really be home to me, just like the one I left in Seattle, or the one in Butte, or the most recent one in Arizona—her eyes widened. She must have realized she needed to chew that wad of food in her cheek. Hopefully, she wouldn’t choke to death and ruin my way into that house.
“So, what, Ted?”
He lounged on the couch, ignoring that it was still covered in a blue U-Haul blanket and that a truck full of stuff still waited to be unloaded right outside. He casually flipped through a Coast magazine he’d picked up to prepare himself for our new surroundings, as I carried in box after box of his crap.
He didn’t even bother to look up at me. “Don’t get smart with me, son”—I stifled a groan; he only called me son to get my goat—“Did you see her? I caught her watching you.”
“Yeah, well, girls like to do that.”
“Hmm. I’m not sure your cocky attitude will get you very far with this one, Tobias.”
“I thought you said you didn’t know anything about her, Theodore?”
“I don’t. Just an observation.”
“Well, why don’t you let me worry about that part? Pretty sure getting the girl is my half of this assignment, is it not?”
Indeed, my ass.
You can find the rest of the first three chapters of EVER told through Toby's POV in the back of EVER, which is currently free on Kobo.
About the author
An unashamed super fan of all things paranormal romance, Jessa Russo reads, writes and breathes paranormal YA, rarely straying from her comfort zone. When not writing or reading--or raising the coolest kid ever--Jessa enjoys making memories with her amazingly supportive family and friends, while secretly planning her next trip to New Orleans. She will always call Southern California home, where she lives with her husband and daughter, and a Great Dane who thinks he's the same size as his cranky sister, the Chihuahua.