Eversong by Donna Grant is the first book in The Kindred, a new paranormal series! Check out an exclusive excerpt from the book here!

About ‘Eversong’ by Donna Grant:

To live in the light, they hunt in the dark…



Unparalleled in beauty and daring, Leoma has been raised with a single-minded focus—to wipe out corrupt witches. But when her new target leads her to a discovery that unveils a graver plan from the Coven, she doesn’t hesitate to follow. Yet, she’s not the only one on the hunt. And the sexy, infuriating man who crosses her path could prove to be a distraction—something she’s never encountered before.



Honor and family mean everything to Braith. When his life is turned upside down by the murder of his ward and heir without cause or reason, he has no choice but to turn to vengeance. Until a stunning, dangerous woman continues to thwart his efforts at every turn. Now, he must battle not only his need for revenge but his desire for the female, as well.

‘Eversong’ by Donna Grant exclusive excerpt:

Finally, he closed his eyes and tried to get a little rest. Not that he would sleep for very long. He dreamed of discovering Josef each night, waking with his heart pounding against his ribs as helplessness consumed him.

His senses were attuned to listen for anything that meant danger, so he was in turns alarmed, shocked, and angry when the cold steel of a blade pressed against his throat. His eyes flew open to find a cloaked figure before him.

“You’ve no idea what you’re getting into.”

The husky, feminine voice was as much of a surprise as the metal against his skin. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

She moved to stand before him, the sword never wavering. The hood of her cloak fell away from her heart-shaped face, and he was held speechless by the stunning beauty revealed.

The firelight sparkled in her liquid brown eyes framed by thick lashes. Her high cheekbones gave way to wide lips that looked as if they rarely—if ever—smiled. Her dark locks were braided and pulled over one shoulder.

But it was the black pants and leather he spotted beneath the cloak that snagged his attention. She wore the outfit of a warrior, of someone who was comfortable in the attire since it fit her like a second skin. Her tall, black boots came up to her knees, and he spotted the glint of metal peeking from the top of one. Mostly likely a dagger.

His eyes returned to her face. He was drawn to her serious and silent features. Their gazes held as they sized each other up.

While she was of average build, he had no choice but to take into consideration the blade she kept at his throat. Her arm didn’t shake, which meant she was used to holding the weapon. And that indicated that she was most likely trained in the use of it, as well.

It would be an oddity for sure, but for some reason, that excited him.

Finally, she spoke again. “Stop tracking the woman.”

“Sorry. That’s not going to happen.”

“You’re walking into a trap.”

“How do you know?” he questioned.

Her lips thinned as if in frustration. “I thought I could reason with you. Perhaps I should’ve just slit your throat.”

“You’re not a killer. I know what one looks like, and while I might not know who you are, I do know you are no murderer.”

One slender brow lifted. “I’m going to tell you this one time. Leave. Go back to wherever it is you came from.”

“Why are you protecting Brigitta?”

Anger flashed in the woman’s dark eyes. She pressed the point of her sword against his neck. Braith clenched his teeth as he felt the tip pierce his skin.

“I’m not protecting her. I’m hunting her,” the woman announced.

Every time she spoke, Braith was more surprised. The entire time they had been conversing, he’d been slowly moving his hand beneath his cloak until he grasped the hilt of his sword.

He lifted one shoulder. “I’m sorry, but she’s mine.”

As soon as the words were spoken, he rolled to the side and jumped to his feet as he unsheathed his weapon. He barely had time to raise his blade to stop hers.

She jumped over the fire as if she had battled around such things all her life. And the way she moved, he had never seen anything in all his years. She was quick and fluid. Catlike.

He had a hard time keeping up with her movements, but somehow, he managed to block her time and again. Yet he wasn’t getting any hits in himself. He should’ve had her on the ground by now. Instead, she was the one in control.

His mouth fell open when she did some kind of flip through the air and landed on her feet, all without getting tangled in her cloak. That thought barely processed in his head before he spotted both of her feet coming right for him.

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