The Darkest Touch
by Gena Showalter
Lords of the Underworld, Book 11
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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.
EXCERPT
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 an- nounced. “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.”
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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