The Darkest Night (Lords of the Underworld, 0)

Product Description

Though they carry an eternal curse, the Lords of the Underworld are irresistibly seductive—and unimaginably powerful… Don’t miss a single book in this stunning paranormal series from New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter!

All her life, Ashlyn Darrow has been tormented by voices from the past. To end the nightmare, she has come to Budapest seeking help from men rumored to have supernatural abilities, not knowing she’ll be swept into the arms of Maddox, their most dangerous member—a man trapped in a hell of his own.

Neither can resist the instant hunger that calms their torments…and ignites an irresistible passion. But every heated touch and burning kiss will edge them closer to destruction—and a soul-shattering test of love…

Book 1 of Lords of the Underworld.

Review

“”A fascinating premise, a sexy hero and non-stop action, The Darkest Night is Showalter at her finest.”
-New York Times bestselling author Karen Marie Moning”A world of myth, mayhem and love under the sea!”
-#1 New York Times bestselling author J.R. Ward on The Nymph King”The Darkest Surrender is another sure-to-please hit…Gena Showalter knows how to keep readers glued to the pages and smiling the whole time.”
-New York Times bestselling author Lara Adrian”The Showalter name on a book means guaranteed entertainment.”
-RT Book Reviews on Twice as Hot

About the Author

Gena is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over 25 books.

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Every night death came, slowly, painfully, and every morning Maddox awoke in bed, knowing he’d have to die again later. That was his greatest curse and his eternal punishment.
He ran his tongue over his teeth, wishing it were a blade over his enemy’s throat instead. Most of the day had already passed. He’d heard the time seep away, a poisonous tick-tock in his mind, every beat of the clock a mocking reminder of mortality and pain.
In little more than an hour, the first sting would pierce his stomach and nothing he did, nothing he said, would change that. Deathwould come for him.
“Damned gods,” he muttered, increasing the speed of his bench presses.
“Bastards, every one of them,” a familiar male voice said from behind him.
Maddox’s motions didn’t slow at Torin’s unwelcome intrusion. Up. Down. Up. Down. For two hours he had worked out his frustration and anger on the punching bag, the treadmill and now the weights. Sweat ran from his bare chest and arms, riding the ropes of his muscles in clear rivulets. He should be as exhausted mentally as he was physically, but his emotions were only growing darker, more powerful.
“You should not be here,” he said.
Torin sighed. “Look. I didn’t mean to interrupt, but something’s happened.”
“So take care of it.”
“I can’t.”
“Whatever it is, try. I’m in no shape to help.” These last few weeks very little was needed to send him into a killing haze where no one around him was safe. Even his friends.Especially his friends. He didn’t want to, never meant to, but was sometimes helpless against urges to strike and to maim.
“Maddox”
“I’m at the edge, Torin,” he croaked. “I would do more harm than good.”
Maddox knew his limitations, had known them for thousands of years. Ever since that doomed day the gods had chosen a woman to perform a task that should have been his.
Pandora had been strong, yes, the strongest female soldier of their time. But he had been stronger. More capable. Yet he had been deemed too weak to guarddimOuniak, a sacred box housing demons so vile, so destructive, they could not even be trusted in Hell.
As if Maddox would have allowed it to be destroyed. Frustration had bloomed inside him at the affront. Inside all of them, every warrior now living here. They had fought diligently for the king of the gods, killed expertly and protected thoroughly; they should have been chosen as guards. That they hadn’t was an embarrassment not to be tolerated.
They’d only thought to teach the