Deliciously scarred, irresistibly stoic and possessed by the spirit of Death. Heated breath caught in her lungs, and she shivered. They obeyed, anyway, compelled on a level they probably didn't understand.įinally the object of her fascination came into view. Let the good times roll.Īn erratic pulse of rock music that matched the erratic beat of her heart blasted from the speakers, making it impossible for anyone to hear her. 'Part,' she whispered, fighting her intrinsic compulsion to shout 'Fire' instead and watch as the humans raced away in a panic, screaming hysterically. And now, with a few rounds of hard liquor and even harder sex, they were saying goodbye to Budapest, the city they'd called home for hundreds of years.Īnya wanted in on the action. The Lords of the Underworld were delectable immortal warriors who were possessed by the demon spirits that had once resided inside Pandora's box. Like anything could have stopped me from coming, though.

My kind of party, she thought with a wicked grin. From the corner of her eye, she caught a scintillating glimpse of a taut immortal ass pounding forward, back, forward, into an ecstatic female. Wisps of smoke cast a dream-fog around them, and pinpricks of starlight rained from the swirling strobe, illuminating everything inside the darkened nightclub in slow, sweeping circles.

All of the dancers were human females, beautiful and nearly naked, chosen specifically by the Lords of the Underworld to provide the night's entertainment. Anya, goddess of Anarchy, daughter of Lawlessness, and dealer of disorder, stood on the edge of a crowded dance floor.

The darkest kiss by gena showalter