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Title & Series: THE DARKEST TOUCH (Lords of the Underworld #11)
Author: Gena Showalter
Release date: November 25, 2014
Publisher: Harlequin HQN
Pages: 496
Formats: Mass Market Paperback, audio eBook

Description…

From New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter comes the long-awaited story of Torin, the most dangerous Lord of the Underworld yet…

Fierce immortal warrior. Host to the demon of Disease. Torin’s every touch causes sickness and death—and a worldwide plague. Carnal pleasure is utterly forbidden, and though he has always overcome temptation with an iron will, his control is about to shatter.

She is Keeley Cael. The Red Queen. When the powerful beauty with shocking vulnerabilities escapes from a centuries-long imprisonment, the desire that simmers between her and Torin is scorching. His touch could mean the end for her, but resisting her is the hardest battle he’s ever fought—and the only battle he fears he can’t win.

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Note: An ARC was provided by the publisher for the review tour in exchange for my honest thoughts about the book.


The Review

THE DARKEST TOUCH is an absolutely delicious addition to Gena Showalter’s Lords of the Underworld. When the fiercest of heroines, the Red Queen, meets one of the most feared Lords of the Underworld, the keeper of Disease, sparks fly, as do vows of vengeance. Theirs promises to be a relationship that is tumultuous, fraught with danger, and filled with the most exquisite temptation.

Imprisoned for centuries and having her power muted due to having put her trust in the wrong man, Keeleycael is primed for revenge. Almost fully restored to the powerful being she once was, the death of her friend Mari nearly undoes her. So, before seeking out the man who betrayed her, she will make Mari’s killer pay for what he did.

Even if the circumstances that put Mari in his path weren’t his doing. Even if he didn’t want her to die. Even if the guilt he feels for what he did is enough to cause him to tear his own heart out. And even if he’s proved himself to be strong enough to challenge her, bloodthirsty enough to excite her, and handsome enough to entice her, Torin will suffer for destroying the only person who’d shown her kindness, who kept her from turning dark, who bonded with her.

Having chosen battle before romance, always thinking there would be time, never imagining he’d be forced to host a demon that would prevent him from ever coming into physical contact with anyone, Torin was resigned to the fact that he would never know what it was like to be touched by a woman, be with a woman, be loved by a woman.

But when he set eyes on Keeley, The Red Queen, his hatred for his demon and his wish for a different fate was reignited. His desire for her was stronger than it had been for any woman. He could not imagine anyone more beautiful or more tempting. And he was not sure he would be able to resist the temptation to touch her, do more than touch her. Even if she currently wanted to kill him. And even if it was likely that his touch would kill her.

Filled with page after page of sexual tension, sizzling chemistry, the deadliest of touches, ferocious battles, witty and cutting and flirty and seductive banter, steamy romance and a building anticipation for even more heat to come, Gena Showalter has delivered yet another installment in this series that will keep readers riveted. And with a smoking hot, ruthless yet guilt-ridden and indecisive, and incredibly protective warrior and a fierce but fragile, temperamental, and wickedly vicious temptress of a queen, the author has created characters who readers will love getting to know.

THE DARKEST TOUCH is a stormy, sexy and utterly delectable romance that will put readers on one heck of an emotional roller-coaster. It has a lightning-fast pace that will make the nearly five hundred pages fly in an instant. It teases and tantalizes, leaving readers breathless with anticipation. It’s a wildly entertaining read, set in a world that is dark and dangerous and totally addictive.

It’s a must read addition to this series that can be enjoyed whether or not any or all of the previous installments have been read.

The Rating

05


About Gena Showalter

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Gena Showalter is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author whose books have appeared in Cosmopolitan and Seventeen magazines, as well as Entertainment Weekly. Her novel Red Handed has been optioned by Sony Television. Critics have called her books “sizzling page-turners” and “utterly spellbinding stories,” while Showalter herself has been called “a star on the rise.” Her mix of humor, danger and wickedly hot sex provides wildly sensual page-turners sure to enthrall.

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The Excerpts

Excerpt One

They would be a couple, she decided. Touch— pleasure—had been denied her for far too long. A fact his presence had never allowed her to forget. He’d had other girlfriends so he knew how to handle a romantic relationship. They could do this, could make this work. And they would be vigilant, cautious, never courting danger.

All she had to do was get him to agree.

There was no better time to try. “I’m dirty,” she announced. “Absolutely filthy, and I’m going to take a bath.”

“Good for you.”

So mocking.

So unaware of his coming fall.

“Be a dear and help me remove my dress,” she said.

A strangled sound left him. “It has no ties, no zipper. You tug it on and off.”

“Well, good news, then. As strong as you are, you shouldn’t have any problems.”

His gaze swept over her and heated. He licked his lips, as if he could already taste her. “What game are you playing, princess?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes. And why the hell are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m a hero. I’m not a hero. I’m a villain.”

Did he not realize that only made her want him more? “Well, be a good little villain and help me out of my dress.

“No.” His tone dovetailed into guttural as he added, “I’m not going near you.”

He’s definitely tempted. How thin was his control?

“Very well. I’ll near you.” Hips swaying, she closed the distance between them. She reached out.

He jerked away only to return—closer.

She wrapped her fingers around his wrists and guided his hands to her hips.

He resisted. At first.

“Relax, warrior. We’re protected by our clothes.”

His fingers clenched around her and held on tight. Did he think she would f loat away like a forgotten balloon?

“What’s…next?” he gritted.

Not exactly surrender, but close enough.

She leaned forward, careful as her breath fanned over his ear. “All you need to do is feel good.”

“I can do that.” He tugged her against him. Suddenly they were f lush, the softest parts of her cradling the hard- est parts of him. A growl rose from low in his chest as if, in this stolen moment, he’d regressed into little more than an animal. “I’m doing it right now.”

The pleasure…thoughts of being careful evaporated like mist. “Would you like to do more?”

“More. Yes.” His lips parted as he fought for breath. Eyes glazing with a wildness she’d never seen from any- one other than condemned prisoners, he squeezed her hard enough to bruise. “I’m going to take more, and you’re going to like it.”

Excerpt Two

She appeared in front of him, displaying more tanned skin than she concealed, her hair falling around her face in lush, golden waves. Her eyes glittered with remnants of her anger. Her lips were slightly swollen and pinker than usual.

“Temper much?” she quipped.

His relief was palpable. She hadn’t forgotten him! But the relief was quickly replaced by concern. “Are you all right? Did someone hit you?”

She blinked with confusion. “No. Why?”

“Your lips are swollen.”

She rubbed them, color heating her cheeks. “Someone didn’t hit me, but someone sure did hit on me.”

Hit on her. As in kissed her.

Already on edge, Torin. Utterly. Erupted.

He forgot everything he’d planned to do and say and got in Keeley’s face, snarling, “Who was it?”

Her eyes widened. “Hades. Why?”

“You dare ask why? You belong to me! We agreed. You do not kiss other men, Keeley. Ever. Have you for- gotten my rules?”

Her jaw dropped, and she gasped out a few unintelligible words as if she couldn’t quite figure out what to say to him.

He stood in place, breathing too quickly, too heavily, his throat and lungs burning. He reached for her, but as so many times before, fisted his hands and dropped them just before contact. This is crazy. I’m crazy. I have to leave.

“Are you…thinking about touching me?” she asked, her eyes widening again.

No, she had to leave. He could not be in public right now. “Go shopping. Buy yourself something pretty. My treat.” He basically tossed his credit card at her. He should be calm by the time she finished. “Come back in an hour. Maybe two. Actually, we’ll reconvene to- morrow.”

“You are,” she said. “You’re thinking… Even craving me. You don’t like the thought of another man’s hands on me, and you want to replace the memory with your hands.”

That. Yes. Hades would die, and Torin…Torin would touch this woman and never stop.

He gnashed his molars. “Last chance, Keeley. I sug-gest you take it and leave.” Soon. His control was almost completely shredded.

“No way. You’re the big bad warrior, yet I’ve had to come on to you time and time again. I’ve had to battle within myself—worth the price or not worth it. Well, it’s your turn.”

“There is no damn way you just suggested I haven’t done the same. I’ve battled.”

“When have you ever caved without prompting from me? You’ve resisted me so easily, always walking away. Sure, you’ve snarled while you’ve done the walking, but still you left me behind. So, tell me. When did you ever—”

“So easily?” he roared. Had she just said so easily? She had no clue about the intensity of his need—but he would teach her better.

Torin cupped her by the nape, yanked her close and smashed his mouth against hers. The kiss was a brutal assault meant to silence her, to dominate and possess. He held her still, making her take it, take everything. But the moment she softened against him, welcomed him inside her mouth, the darkness churning inside him switched gears. From the need to punish and master to the need to seduce and please.

This was Keeley. His princess. She deserved his best. He gentled the pressure, rolling his tongue inside her mouth, learning her all over again, tasting her. Summer berries and melted honey. So sweet. And mine. All mine. He framed her cheeks, angled her head and rolled his tongue just a little deeper. This time, she met him with a roll of her own.

That was his undoing.

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