Tuesday, June 26, 2018

The Darkest Warrior by Gena Showalter - Release Day Spotlight and Excerpt




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He is ice…


She is fire…


Together they burn.





  So.  This is the girl William will live or die for. Puck crouched on the railing of an eighteenth-story balcony, gargoyle-style, and peered into a spacious apartment with only two occupants. William of the Dark and Gillian Shaw. Soon she would be Gillian Connacht. Find William. Wed his girl. War with brother. Now that Puck had found the warrior, his tasks shifted: wed the girl, cart her to Amaranthia, return for the male. Wed. Cart. Return. Perhaps he should stop staring at the female first? Impossible.   While the demon of Indifference growled with displeasure, Puck drank in Gillian’s dark fall of silken waves and eyes the color of whiskey. Seductive eyes filled with kindling. One day, a male would light her match, and she would burn for him, and him alone. Flawless golden skin and blood-red lips only added to her appeal, making her the embodiment of a fairy-tale princess. My princess. Puck bit his tongue—he should have tasted blood, but because of Indifference, he tasted nothing. There was no denying the truth. Being near the female he planned to wed came with an unexpected complication. Indifferent? Hardly. She roused his most possessive instincts. Soon she would belong to him. She would be his first and only “mine,” without actually being his. Must police my thoughts about her, or I’ll ruin everything. He felt as if he’d been watching Gillian for days, even weeks, as if he knew her, and yet he marveled over every new detail he learned. She was shockingly human, with a gentle spirit and an aura of kindness. Her beguiling smile was infectious, the rare times she revealed it. Mostly she studied the people and world around her, somehow both present and detached, all while radiating bone-deep sadness. Too many centuries had passed since Puck had experienced such heartfelt emotion. Before his possession, he might have sympathized with her—whatever her troubles happened to be—and sought to make things better. Now? He would use her without hesitation. He must. War before a woman. “I’m needed elsewhere,” William said, and kissed her cheek. Puck scrutinized his competition for the female’s affections: six-five, solidly built, black hair, blue eyes, handsome if you liked perfection, and soon to be sporting a broken nose if he kissed Puck’s future bride again. Inner slap. To achieve his goals, Puck needed both Gillian and William to cooperate. “Hades requires my expertise to obliterate Lucifer’s newest palace,” William continued. Lucifer. The male’s older brother. Gillian scowled. Soon she would smile. Around William, her moods tended to change lightning fast, as if she wanted to feel one way, but he made her feel another. “No, you’re staying here.” Her voice, even laced with a thread of anger, had the power to seduce. No wonder William had fallen hard for her, and no other. Puck had actually found the male hundreds of years ago, not long after the Oracles spoke their prophecy. Back then, William had loved no one but himself, forcing Puck to turn his efforts to obtaining the shears of Ananke. She was the goddess of Bonds, and rumors claimed her shears could sever any spiritual, emotional or physical tie without con- sequence. Of course, rumors also claimed the artifact severed more than the user bargained for. What was truth? What was lie? At first, Puck had contemplated using the shears to sever his bond with the demon. The creature had become a part of him, another heartbeat he needed to survive. Ditching him without penalty...could anything be better? Why else would the Oracles instruct him to find the shears? But, if using the shears on Indifference had been the answer to Puck’s dilemma, why instruct him to marry Gillian, and recruit William? What if the shears severed Puck’s connection to Indifference, but also his emotions? He would be in worse shape than before. What if he used the shears and died? The artifact might consider death a blessing rather than a consequence. Too many risks. In the end, Puck had opted to stick with his original plan, and work with William. Help me defeat my brother. In return, I’ll divorce your female and give her back to you. Puck returned his gaze to the dark-haired Gillian. She had such lush breasts. A flat stomach, and rounded hips. Long legs meant to wrap around a man’s waist—my waist. His heart beat with renewed determination, as if the organ had come back to life, even though it had never died. As if it said, I’ve been waiting for her.    



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