Release Day: THE DARKEST TORMENT by Gena Showalter
Gena Showalter’s THE DARKEST TORMENT is now available in paperback! The Queen of Paranormal Romance, USA TODAY bestselling author Gena Showalter, returns with THE DARKEST TORMENT, the eagerly anticipated twelfth novel in her Lords of the Underworld series! Grab your copy today!
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Can Beauty tame her Beast?
Driven to his death by the demon of Distrust, Baden spent centuries in purgatory. Now he’s back, but at what cost? Bound to the king of the underworld, an even darker force, he’s unable to withstand the touch of another…and he’s quickly devolving into a heartless assassin with an uncontrollable temper. Things only get worse when a mission goes awry and he finds himself saddled with a bride—just not his own.
Famed dog trainer Katarina Joelle is forced to marry a monster to protect her loved ones. When she’s taken hostage by the ruthless, beautiful Baden immediately after the ceremony, she’s plunged into a war between two evils—with a protector more dangerous than the monsters he hunts. They are meant to be enemies, but neither can resist the passion burning between them…and all too soon the biggest threat is to her heart.
But as Baden slips deeper into the abyss, she’ll have to teach him to love…or lose him forever.
Includes Q&A featuring J. R. Ward, Jeaniene Frost, Nalini Singh and more!
Baden
reached the keeper of Defeat’s door and knocked hard enough to crack the wood.
Note
to self: Buy
a new door.
“Coming,
coming.” A patter of footsteps rang out and the door swung open, revealing
Strider’s mate, Kaia. She greeted him with a dagger in hand, her mass of red
hair anchored in pigtails, her eyes bright with fury.
She’s armed…a true
threat. Kill her!
Baden
did his best to ignore the beast, staring over Kaia’s shoulder. He scanned the
room, checking for hidden threats out of habit. Well. Her decorating style
could probably be classified as a hoarder died here. “Did you reach
your sister?”
“Yep.
She’ll meet you at Downfall in an hour.”
“Thank
you.”
“Save
your thanks and do me a favor.” She gave the hilt of her dagger a kiss. “Next
time you’re with Hades, demand to know each of William’s hideouts.”
The
urge to protect suddenly overwhelmed him. Protect William? Or Hades?
Both. Destruction snarled inside his head. They
are mine, and I will annihilate anyone who even thinks to
harm them.
His
mouth watered. Her blood, I’ll taste it. His hands itched. Her
bones, I’ll break them.
As
a predator, Kaia sensed his intentions and reacted accordingly, crouching,
readying for attack.
Rational
thought intruded: No, no. Not her.
But
Destruction had already pulled back his fist to strike. At the last second,
Baden regained a semblance of control, raining the fury upon the wall with
punches and kicks.
The
beast roared as more and more of Baden’s friends sprinted from their rooms,
grabbing hold of him to try to stop him.
They dare try to
restrain me?
Again,
the beast was able to overtake him, flinging one warrior after another across
the hall.
He
laughed.
“How
do we corral him?” someone shouted.
“Keeley.”
Torin’s voice poured over the intercom. “You’re needed in Strider’s room.
ASAP.”
“No
time. We need Katarina,” a female called. “She calms him, I think.”
A
handful of warriors rushed him at once, tackling him to the floor, but again,
flinging them away wasn’t difficult. Power expanded his limbs, reinforced his
bones. He was able to work his way to his feet.
I might fall, but
I’ll never stay down.
A
grinning blond stepped into his path. The male named Strider. Killing
him would be a pleasure.
Baden
screamed at Destruction. He’s my friend. They all are!
“Hey!
Over here.” One of the women said, “I’m going to rip you a new asshole—in your
face.”
Not my friends, Destruction told Baden as
he grabbed her by the neck and lifted her off her feet. Anya. Destruction had
made of point of learning the identities of the residents. Know your enemy…
“No!”
Lucien shouted, tackling him from behind.
The
goddess of Anarchy twined her legs around Destruction’s neck and, as he
stumbled, squeezed with surprising strength.
From
the corner of his eye, he spotted Katarina and the one named Ashlyn rounding
the far corner. Both females stopped to gap at him. He paused, he wasn’t sure
why, giving Baden the opportunity to regain a bit of control. Not enough to
claim ownership of the body, but enough to slow him down as their wills clashed.
He bellowed to the rafters.
“Run,
Ash and take the girl with you,” Maddox demanded. “She’s only making him
worse.”
Katarina…leave?
Baden
and Destruction worked together to pull Anya off their shoulders and drop her.
They sidestepped Lucien and stalked to the woman who’d haunted them. The woman
who belonged to them. If only for a little while.
“Go!”
multiple voices screamed at once. The warriors were giving chase, trying to
beat him to the object of his fascination.
Ashlyn
attempted to tug Katarina away, but Katarina shook off her hold and stepped forward.
Toward him.
The
moment she reached him, she framed his face with her delicate hands. He had to
crouch to allow the action, which wasn’t exactly a prime position to mount a
proper defense—but worth it.
“What’s
wrong with you?” she asked.
He
drew in a breath, his usually useless lungs suddenly infused by the sweetness
of her scent…as if he were coming back to life. “They are threats.”
“Wrong.
There are no threats here.”
“They
are threats,” he insisted.
She
brushed her thumbs over the rise of his cheeks, gentle, so gentle, and yet
still the action stung. But he didn’t pull away. The air between them thickened
and crackled with awareness. He liked it.
The
others stopped their pursuit and maintained a proper distance, whispering with
incredulity.
“Is
this really happening or am I hallucinating?” someone asked.
“Does
the human have a magic hoo-ha?”
“You
have a job to do,” Katarina reminded him, ignoring the others. “Why don’t you
go do it, and I’ll take care of the threats here?”
He
snorted. “You’re not strong enough.”
That
earned a raised brow. “So you’ve told me.”
“Dude.
Isn’t she married?” Kaia asked.
He
snarled at the Harpy, though his gaze remained on Katarina. She’d lost weight
and looked more fragile than ever, and yet her beauty took his breath away.
Breath
he now needed to survive?
“Baden,”
she said.
“Destruction,”
he corrected.
“Since
he’s affected by you, I’m willing to bet you’re affected by him. Why don’t I
call you Baduction?” She smiled at him, inviting him to play with her. “And a
hat tip to you. If your newest job is to stare at me, you’ve got it nailed.”
He
didn’t know how to play, but he liked seeing her like this. Happy rather than
despondent.
He
shouldn’t care what she felt. Caring left him vulnerable.
He
scowled at her. “Stay out of trouble today.”
“I
will, but not because you ordered it. Because I’m a girl and girls are made
of—”
“Sugar
and spice,” he interjected, remembering the rhyme. Boys were made of snakes and
snails.
“Wrong.
Girls are made of vodka and ice. The two combined increase our tolerance for
masculine nonsense.”
And don’t miss the previous titles in the Lords of the Underworld Series!
THE DARKEST NIGHT
THE DARKEST KISS
THE DARKEST PLEASURE
THE DARKEST WHISPER
THE DARKEST PASSION
THE DARKEST LIE
THE DARKEST SECRET
THE DARKEST SURRENDER
THE DARKEST SEDUCTION
THE DARKEST CRAVING
THE DARKEST TOUCH
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