Praise for New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
GENA SHOWALTERâS
Lords of the Underworld
âA fascinating premise, a sexy hero and non-stop
action, The Darkest Night is Showalter at her finest, and a fabulous start to an imaginative new series.â âNew York Times bestselling author Karen Marie Moning
âDark and tormented doesnât begin to describe
these cursed warriors called the Lords of the Underworld. Showalter has created characters desperately fighting to retain a semblance of humanity, which means the heroines are in for a rough ride. This is darkly satisfying and passionately thrilling stuff.â âRomantic Times BOOKreviews, 4 stars
âAmazing! Stupendous! Extraordinary! Gena
Showalter has done it again. The Darkest Night is the fabulous start of an edgy, thrilling seriesâ¦â âFallen Angels reviews
âNot to be missedâ¦the hottest
new paranormal series.â âNight Owl Romance
âIn this new chapter the Lords of the Underworld
engage in a deadly dance. Anya is a fascinating blend of spunk, arrogance and vulnerabilityâa perfect match for the tormented Lucien.â âRomantic Times BOOKreviews, 4 1/2 stars
âTalk about one dark readâ¦If there is one book
you must read this year, pick up The Darkest Kiss⦠a Gena Showalter book is the best of the best.â âRomance Junkies
âShowalterâs darkly dangerous Lords of the
Underworld trilogy, with its tortured characters, comes to a very satisfactory conclusionâ¦[her] compelling universe contains the possibility of more stories to be told.â âRomantic Times BOOKreviews, 4 stars
âOf all the books in this series, this is the most
moving and compelling. The concluding chapters will simply stun you with the drama of them⦠You will not be sorry if you add this to your collection.â âMists and Stars
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Gena Showalter has been praised for her âsizzling page turnersâ and âutterly spellbinding storiesâ. She is the author of more than seventeen novels and anthologies, including breathtaking paranormal and contemporary romances, cutting-edge young adult novels, and stunning urban fantasy. Readers canât get enough of her trademark wit and singular imagination.
To learn more about Gena and her books, please visit www.genashowalter.com and www.genashowalter blogspot.com.
To Kresley Cole. A shining star, a talent beyond
compare, beauty personified and one of the reasons I exist. I want to live inside your brain.
To Nix of the Immortals After Dark for coming
to play in my sandbox
To Christy Foster for all your help online
To Krystle for the wonderful title
To Nora Roberts, an amazingly talented woman
and writerâwho just happens to be great at fixing toilets, too!
To my editors Tracy Farrell and Margo Lipschultz,
whose bountiful support blesses me more than I can ever say
And LAST on this list:
To Jill Monroe. I guess youâre okay. Kind of. (Fine. I
love and adore you beyond what is deemed healthy. You are a shining star, a talent beyond compare, beauty personified and the other reason I exist.)
SABIN, KEEPER OF THE DEMON of Doubt, stood in the catacombs of an ancient pyramid, panting, sweating, his hands soaked in his enemyâs blood, his body cut and bruised as he surveyed the carnage around him. Carnage heâd helped create.
Torches flickered orange and gold, twining with shadows along the stone walls. Walls that were now spattered with vivid red, drippingâ¦pooling. The sandy floor was thick like paste, wet and colored black. Half an hour ago it had been honey brown, grains sparkling and scattering as theyâd marched. Now bodies littered every square inch of the small corridor, the scent of fatality already rising from them.
Nine of his enemy had survived the attack. Theyâd already been stripped of their weapons, hustled into a corner and bound with rope. Most trembled in fear. A few had their shoulders squared, their noses in the air, hatred in their eyes, refusing to back down even in defeat. Damned admirable.
Too bad that bravery had to be quashed.
Brave men didnât spill their secrets, and Sabin wanted their secrets.
He was a warrior who did what needed to be done, when it needed to be done, no matter what was required of him. Killing, torturing, seducing. He didnât hesitate to ask his men to do the same, either. With Huntersâmortals whoâd decided he and his fellow Lords of the Underworld made good whipping boys for the worldâs evilâvictory was the only thing that mattered. For only by winning the war could his friends finally know peace. Peace they deserved. Peace he craved for them.
Shallow, erratic rasps of breath filled Sabinâs ears. His, his friendsâ, his enemiesâ. Theyâd fought with every ounce of strength they possessed, each of them. It had been a battle of good versus evil, and evil had won. Or rather, what these Hunters considered evil. He and his brothers-by-circumstance thought otherwise.