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The Darkest Kiss
Gena Showalter
Doomed to escort the souls of the innocent – and the wicked – to their final resting place… Lucien walks alone, even among the other Lords of the Underworld.His curse allows him little time or inclination for pleasure.Then Anya arrives.Anya is the goddess of anarchy and chaos, and she delights in wreaking havoc on Lucien’s ordered life.But her playfulness hides a dark secret. She may be drawn to the Keeper of Death, but she isn’t going to let him get too close. When Lucien is ordered by the gods to kill Anya, their flirtation becomes a battle – one that can only end when Lucien takes her soul…
Praise for the novels of New YorkTimes and USA TODAY bestselling author
Gena Showalter
“A fascinating premise, a sexy hero and nonstop action, The Darkest Night is Showalter at her finest, and a fabulous start to an imaginative new series.” —New York Times bestselling author Karen Marie Moning
“Showalter delivers another smart and sexy romance
brimming with hilarious pickup lines, fiery banter
and steamy sensuality. A wickedly well-matched hero
and heroine mix with an entertaining, creative and
tremendously fun premise.”
—Romantic Times BOOKreviews, 4½ stars, on Catch a Mate
“Smart-alecky, wicked, and hilariously funny…
sure to please the most jaded reader.”
—Contemporary Romance Writers on Catch a Mate “A world of myth, mayhem and love under the sea!” —New YorkTimes bestselling author J. R. Ward on The Nymph King
“I want to visit Atlantis! Deliciously evocative and
filled with sexy men, The NymphKing is every woman’s fantasy come to sizzling life. A must read.” —Award-winning author P.C. Cast
“Wow… Gena Showalter always takes us on
a fantastic ride.”
—USA TODAY bestselling author Merline Lovelace on Playing with Fire
“The versatile Showalter takes the nail-biting elements
of her exciting paranormals…and blends them with
the wit and humor of her contemporary romances…
to make a delicious offering spiced with the best
ingredients of both.”
—Booklist, starred review, on Playing with Fire
“Charming and hilarious…
I was hooked from page one.”
—New York Times bestselling author MaryJanice Davidson on Playing with Fire
“Another sizzling page-turner from one of the premier
authors of paranormal romance. Gena Showalter
delivers an utterly spellbinding story!”
—USA TODAY bestselling author Kresley Cole on Playing with Fire
“Showalter writes with a sparkling humor that keeps
the story light without losing poignancy.”
—Booklist on Animal Instincts
“Bold and witty, sexy and provocative,
Gena Showalter’s star is rising fast!”
—New York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips on Animal Instincts
“Shines like the purest gem…. Rich in imagery
and evocative detail, this book is a sterling example
of what makes romance novels so worthwhile.”
—A Romance Review, 5 stars, on Jewel of Atlantis
“Lots of danger and sexy passion give lucky readers
a spicy taste of adventure and romance.”
—Romantic Times BOOKreviews on Heart of the Dragon
“This couple is dynamite and Tristan’s intense sensuality
will have you sweating. [The Pleasure Slave] is definitely going on my keeper shelf.” —The Romance Studio
“Sexy, funny and downright magical! Gena Showalter
has a lyrical voice and the deft ability to bring
characters to life in a manner that’s hilarious and
absorbing at the same time.”
—New York Times bestselling author Katie MacAlister on The Stone Prince
Dear Reader,
I’m thrilled to present my brand-new paranormal trilogy, Lords of the Underworld, which began with The Darkest Night and continues with The DarkestKiss. In a remote fortress in Budapest, six immortal warriors—each more dangerously seductive than the last—are bound by an ancient curse none has been able to break. When a powerful enemy returns, they will travel the world in search of a sacred relic of the gods—one that threatens to destroy them all.
Join me on a journey through this darkly sensual world, where the line between good and evil blurs and true love is put to the ultimate test.
Wishing you all the best,
Gena Showalter
Gena Showalter
THE DARKEST KISS
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To Karen Marie Moning. Thank you! Your talent constantly amazes me, and your generosity blesses me.
To Kresley Cole. You would let me wear your skin if at all possible—and I won’t mention what you’d let me do to your eyeballs, though I will thank you for it—and for that, I will always be in your debt. Also, sorry I stole your bike pump and blamed it on Slurpie!
To Marjorie Liu. Because you spank on and there’s nothing cooler!
To Jill Monroe. You are a sister of my heart— hearter? sisart?—and even though you stole my gnome, I can’t imagine a life without you. For realsies.
And to Tracy Farrell, Margo Lipschultz and all the wonderful people at Harlequin Books who have blessed me in countless ways. You’re making all my dreams come true! Art director Kathleen Oudit and designer Juliana Kolesova—I owe you big-time! The lips on this cover…Shiver! And you didn’t blink twice when I mentioned one brown eye and one blue eye.
Acknowledgements
Thank you, Low Down members, for your support! And thank you to Kerensa Wilson and Elaine Spencer for all you do! You are both amazing women.
PROLOGUE
HE WAS KNOWN AS THE Dark One. Malach ha-Maet. Yama. Azreal. Shadow Walker. Mairya. King of the Dead. He was all of those things and more, for he was a Lord of the Underworld.
Long ago he had opened dimOuniak, a powerful box made from the bones of a goddess, unleashing a horde of demons upon the earth. As punishment, he and the warriors who aided him were forced to house those demons inside themselves, melding light and darkness, order and chaos, until they were barely able to retain any tether on the disciplined warriors they’d once been.
Because he was the one to open the box, he had been given the demon of Death. A fair exchange, he supposed, for his action had nearly caused the demise of the world.
Now he was charged with the responsibility of collecting human souls and escorting them to their final resting place. Even if he opposed the idea. He did not like taking innocents from their families, found no joy in delivering the wicked to their damnation, but he did both without question or hesitation. Resistance, he’d soon learned, brought something far worse than death to his door. Resistance brought an agony so complete, so inexorable, even the gods trembled at the thought.
Did his obedience mean he was gentle? Caring? Nurturing? No. Oh, no. He could not afford softer emotion. Love, compassion and mercy were enemies to his plight.
Anger, though? Rage? Those he sometimes embraced.
Woe to anyone who pushed him too far, for man would become fully demon. A beast. A sinister entity who would not hesitate to curl his fingers around a human heart and squeeze. Squeeze so tightly that human would lose his breath and beg for the sweet kiss of eternal sleep only he could offer.
Oh, yes. Man had a very short leash on demon. And if you weren’t careful, they would come for you….
CHAPTER ONE
ANYA, GODDESS OF ANARCHY, daughter of Lawlessness, and dealer of disorder, stood on the edge of a crowded dance floor. All of the dancers were human females, beautiful and nearly naked, chosen specifically by the Lords of the Underworld to provide the night’s entertainment. Both vertical and horizontal.
Wisps of smoke cast a dream-fog around them, and pinpricks of starlight rained from the swirling strobe, illuminating everything inside the darkened nightclub in slow, sweeping circles. From the corner of her eye, she caught a scintillating glimpse of a taut immortal ass pounding forward, back, forward, into an ecstatic female.
My kind of party, she thought with a wicked grin. Not that she’d been invited.
Like anything could have stopped me from coming, though.
The Lords of the Underworld were delectable immortal warriors who were possessed by the demon spirits that had once resided inside Pandora’s box. And now, with a few rounds of hard liquor and even harder sex, they were saying goodbye to Budapest, the city they’d called home for hundreds of years.
Anya wanted in on the action. With one warrior in particular.
“Part,” she whispered, fighting her intrinsic compulsion to
shout “Fire” instead and watch as the humans raced away in a panic, screaming hysterically. Let the good times roll.
An erratic pulse of rock music that matched the erratic beat of her heart blasted from the speakers, making it impossible for anyone to hear her. They obeyed, anyway, compelled on a level they probably didn’t understand.
A path cleared, slowly…so slowly….
Finally the object of her fascination came into view. Heated breath caught in her lungs, and she shivered. Lucien. Deliciously scarred, irresistibly stoic and possessed by the spirit of Death. Right now he sat at a table in back, expression blank as he stared up at Reyes, his friend and fellow immortal.
What were they saying? If Lucien wanted the keeper of Pain to procure one of those mortal women for him, a false declaration of “fire” would be the least of their worries. Teeth grinding together, Anya tilted her head to the side, zoned in on them while discarding all surrounding noise, and listened.
“—she was right. I checked the satellite photos on Torin’s computer. Those temples are rising from the sea.” Reyes knocked back the contents of the silver flask he held. “One is in Greece and one is in Rome, and if they continue to rise at such a swift rate, they’ll be high enough to explore sometime tomorrow.”
“Why do humans not know about them?” Lucien scrubbed his jaw with two strong fingers, a habit of his. “Paris has watched the news stations and there has been nothing. Not even speculation.”
Silly boy, she thought, relieved sex was not the night’s topic. You know about them only because I wanted you toknow. No one else would—or could—see them. She had made sure of that with a sweet little thing called chaos, her strongest source of power, hiding the temples with storms to
keep humans away, while at the same time feeding the Lords enough information to draw them the hell out of Buda.
She wanted Lucien out of Buda and off his game. Just for a little while. A disconcerted man was easier to control.
Reyes sighed. “Perhaps the new gods are responsible. Most days I am sure they hate us and long to destroy us, simply for being half-demon.”
Lucien’s expression remained blank. “Does not matter who is responsible. We will travel in the morning as planned. My hands itch to search one of those temples.”
Reyes tossed the now-empty flask onto the table. His fingers curled around the top of one of the chairs, his knuckles slowly bleaching of color. “If we’re lucky, we’ll find that damned box while we’re there.”
Anya ran her tongue over her teeth. Damned box, aka dim-Ouniak, aka Pandora’s box. Constructed from the bones of the goddess of Oppression, the box was powerful enough to contain demons so vile even hell had not been able to hold them. Itwas also powerful enough to suck those same demons out of the Lords, their once unwilling hosts. Now these wonderfully aggressive warriors were dependent on the beasts for their survival, and needless to say, they wanted the box for themselves.
Again, Lucien nodded. “Do not think about that now; there’ll be time enough for that tomorrow. Go and enjoy the rest of your evening. Do not waste another moment in my boring presence.”
Boring? Ha! Anya had never met anyone who excited her more.
