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Gena Showalter

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July 6 2011 Lords of the Underworld
A New York Times Bestselling Author -- Keeper of the demon of Secrets, Amun can manipulate the darkest thoughts of anyone nearby. But when the immortal warrior is chained and isolated to protect those he loves, death is his only hope of release -- until he meets Haidee, a fellow prisoner whose beauty and hidden vulnerability draw him into a reckless test of his loyalty. Haidee is a demon-assassin, raised to despise Amun's kind. Yet how can she hate the man whose touch sets her aflame?

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  • Hardcover: 591 pages
  • Publisher: Thorndike Press; 1 edition (July 6 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1410437973
  • ISBN-13: 978-1410437976
  • Product Dimensions: 3.3 x 13.8 x 21.3 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 635 g
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #1,477,560 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than thirty novels in a thrilling blend of genres: breathtaking paranormal and contemporary romances, supernatural humor, and cutting-edge young adult novels. Visit her at GenaShowalter.com. --This text refers to the Mass Market Paperback edition.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Strider, keeper of the demon of Defeat, burst through the towering front doors of the Budapest fortress he shared with a growing cast of friends—brothers and sisters by circumstance rather than blood, but all the closer for it—fighting a rush of undeniable pleasure.

He'd freaking done it, man. Done. It. After chasing his enemy cross-continent, bargaining away one of the four godly relics needed to find and destroy Pandora's box—and yeah, he was gonna get spanked hard for that—then, after being eaten alive by insects and at one point (cough) walking into a chick's knife (cough), he'd finally won. And damn if he wasn't ready to celebrate.

"I'm king of the world, bitches. Come in here and bask in my glory." His voice echoed through the foyer, expectant, eager.

No one returned the greeting.

Still. Grinning, he shifted the unconscious female draped over his shoulder into a more comfortable position. More comfortable for him. She was the enemy he'd been chasing, as well as the chick who'd oh, so impolitely introduced his pancreas to the freaking hilt of her blade. He could hardly wait to tell everyone that he'd done what they hadn't. He'd bagged and tagged her, baby.

He called, "Daddy's home. Somebody? Anybody?"

Again, there was no response. His grin dulled a bit.

Damn it. When he lost a single challenge, he battled crippling pain for days. When he won, though…gods, it was almost a sexual high, energy buzzing in his veins, heating him, priming him. That kind of enthusiasm called for a playmate. And, hell, twelve warriors and their menagerie of female companions lived here, yet no one had waited around to welcome him home? Even though the grounds were now gated, monitored, and someone had had to punch him in, like, five minutes ago? Didn't that just figure.

But he deserved it, he supposed. Seven days had passed since he'd last texted or phoned. Technically, though, that wasn't his fault. He'd been a wee bit preoccupied, what with subduing his bundle of anything but joy. And on his last update, he'd been told the danger here had passed and everyone could return, so he'd stopped the I-have-to-know-how-everyone's-doing flurry of calls.

So, fine. No biggie. The fact that no one wanted to play actually did him a solid. Now he could take care of a little business. "Thanks, guys. You're the best. Really." And you can all suck it!

Strider surged forward. To console himself, he imagined his prisoner's expression when she woke up and found herself trapped in a four-by-four cage. Now that's the good stuff. Then his gaze snagged on his unfamiliar surroundings, and the last vestiges of his grin fell away. He stopped abruptly.

He'd been gone only a few weeks, and he'd thought most of the others had, too, but in that time someone had managed to turn the rundown monstrosity they called home into a showpiece. Once comprised of crumbling stone and mortar, the floor was now brilliant white marble veined with amber. Equally deteriorated walls were now vividly polished rosewood.

Before, the winding staircase had been cracked; now it gleamed, not a flaw in sight, an unblemished gold railing climbing to the top. In the corner, a white velvet-lined chair was pushed against reflective paneling, and beyond that, priceless artifacts—colorful vases, bejeweled trinket boxes, and aged spearheads—were perched behind glass cases.

None of which had been there before.

All these changes, in less than a month? Seemed impossible, even with Titan gods popping in and out at will. Maybe because those gods were more concerned with murder and mayhem than interior decorating. But maybe…maybe while Strider had been congratulating himself on a job well done, he'd entered the wrong house? It had happened before.

And talk about awkward. There was no way to explain the cut, bruised and soot-covered baggage he was hauling around. Not without a little jail time. Explaining the blood splatter on his clothing would be a real treat, too.

Nah, he decided a second later. This was the right place. Had to be. Along the staircase wall hung a portrait of Sabin, keeper of Doubt. Naked. Only one person had the balls to taunt badass Sabin with something like that. Anya, goddess of Anarchy and dealer of disorder, who just happened to be engaged to Lucien, keeper of Death. Odd pair, if you asked Strider, but no one had, so he'd kept the opinion to himself. Besides, better silence than the loss of a favorite appendage. Anya didn't take kindly to anyone second-guessing her. About anything.

"Yo, Tor Tor," he shouted now.

Torin, the keeper of the demon of Disease. Dude never left the fortress. He was always here, monitoring camera feed, ensuring the home remained invasion-free, as well as playing on his computers and making their miniature, by-invitation-only army a shitload of cha-ching.

At first, there was no reply, only another echo of his voice, and Strider began to worry. Had something catastrophic happened? A total demon wipeout? If so, why was he still here? Or had Kane, keeper of All Kinds of Bad Shit, had a crappy week and—

Footsteps pounded, closer and closer, and relief flooded him. He looked up the staircase, and there was Torin, standing on a zebra-print rug Strider also didn't recall seeing before, his white hair shagging around his devil's face, his green eyes bright as emeralds. He wore black from neck to toe, his hands covered by soft leather gloves. Fashion-wise, those gloves were overkill. To save mankind, though, they were kinda necessary.

"Welcome home," Torin said, adding, "You shithead."

"Nice greeting."

"You don't call, you don't write, and you want hearts and flowers?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Figures."

A single touch of Torin's skin against another's, and hello plague. Guy's demon pumped some kind of disease in his veins, that single touch all that was needed to spread it. Even to Strider. But immortal as he was, Strider wouldn't die from a little cough/fever/vomiting of blood. Not like humans, who would be ravaged, perhaps worldwide, the infection becoming nearly unstoppable. Strider would give the illness to everyone he touched in turn, though, and as he moderately enjoyed seducing humans, he relied on skin-to-skin action.

"So, everything good here?" Strider asked. "Everyone fine?"

"Now you want to know?"

"Yeah."

"Figures. Well, for the most part, alls well. A lot of the guys are out hiding artifacts, and looking for the last one. Those who aren't are hunting Galen." Torin took the stairs two at a time and stopped at the bottom, remaining out of striking distance. As always. His gaze flicked to the female, and amusement expanded his pupils, hiding whatever emotion had been banked there before. "So you're the next of us to fall in love, huh? Sucker! I thought you'd have more sense."

"Please. I want nothing to do with this raging bitch." A lie. During their seemingly eternal trek, he'd found himself desiring her more and more. And hating himself more and more. She might be sex walking, but she was also death waiting.

Too-pretty-to-be-male lips curved in sheer delight. "That's what Maddox said about Ashlyn. What Lucien said about Anya. What Reyes said about Danika. What Sabin—"

"Okay, okay. I get it." Strider rolled his eyes. "You can shut up now." While he would admit the girl's punked-out style appealed to him, he'd never be dumb enough to try and tap that.

He liked his women compliant. And sane.

Liar. You like this one. He wished he could blame his demon for that admission, but…Even now, simply thinking about her, his body was tensing, readying.

Torin crossed his arms over his chest. "So what is she? A human with a supernatural ability? A goddess? A Harpy?"

The guys here did have a propensity for choosing females of "myth" and "legend." Females far more powerful than their demons. Ashlyn could hear voices of the past, Anya could start fires with her mind (among other things), Danika could see into heaven and hell, and Sabin's wife, Gwen…well, she had a dark side you saw just before you died. Painfully.

"My friend, what I've got here is a bonafide Hunter." Strider slapped her ass as if a fly was perched there and he couldn't live another second without smashing it. The action was a reminder that she meant nothing to him. Although why he didn't tell his friend which Hunter she was, when he'd been so excited before, he didn't know. Actually, he did know. Fatigue. Yeah, he was tired, that was all, and didn't want to have to deal with all the praise. Tomorrow, after a nice long rest, he'd spill everything.

The girl offered no reaction to his slap, but then, he hadn't expected her to. He'd repeatedly drugged her as he'd dragged her from one corner of the world to the other. From Rome to Greece to New York to LA and finally to Budapest, leading her brethren on a merry chase as they attempted to save her.

Something they would never do.

We won! his demon laughed.

Damn right we did. He shivered in delight.

"Hunter?" All amusement fled his friend's face, the light dying in his eyes, turning those emeralds into sharp, deadly blades.

"Afraid so." Hunters. Their greatest enemy. The fanatics who wanted to destroy them. The bastards who considered them evil, beyond redemption, and the scourge of the earth. The assholes who blamed them for all the world's heartache. Best yet, they were the militia Strider was going to send to the hottest depths of hell, one soldier at a time. Or, with grenades, a few hundred at a time. Depended on his mood, he supposed.

"You should have offed her already," Torin remarked. "Now Sabin will want to talk with her."

"Talk" equaled torture in Sabin's mind. "I know he will. That's why she's still alive." She knew things about the gods pulling their strings, and could do things, impossible things, like cause weapons to mater... --This text refers to the Mass Market Paperback edition.


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Amazon.com: 4.2 out of 5 stars  146 reviews
24 of 27 people found the following review helpful
4.0 out of 5 stars Showalter doesn't disappoint March 29 2011
By Jen - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback
Before I started this book, I had some serious concerns about how Gena Showalter would pull this one off. I mean, the hero of the story essentially can't speak. And the leading lady is an old-arch enemy who killed a man that he loved like a brother. But there's a reason Gena Showalter is the best-selling author and I am the fan-girl. Not only did she pull it off, but she actually managed to give us great insight into our hero and made our heroine extremely sympathetic.

Amun shares his body with the demon Secrets. He can read minds and in extreme cases, steal memories. At the end of The Darkest Lie, his gift (curse?) opened the doorway for hundreds of crazed lower-demons to also take up residence in his head... and he has been driven to madness. Meanwhile, Strider (a fellow Lord, possessed by Defeat) has captured Haidee. She is a Hunter, who has dedicated her life to slaying Lords. In fact, centuries ago, she managed to kill one. But once she is in the fortress, Amun reaches out to her telepathically. It is quickly revealed that the two share some kind of bond that makes them warm and fuzzy, despite the fact that they should be enemies. In her presence, the torment from the demons quiets inside Amun. But the Angels who have allowed him to live while he regained his sanity, demand he return to Hell (with Haidee) to be rid of them for good.

I really enjoyed getting to know Amun. He's been around since the beginning, but like Kane, he was kind of like a piece of furniture. He was there in the background, utilized or referred to from time to time, but never given much of a personality. And Haidee is fleshed out wonderfully. I couldn't imagine how her character could be redeemed, but she was... with a fantastic backstory. Of course, we had our sexy-Showalter love scenes. They were good; though not quite as red-hot for me as in some of the previous installments.

This book also gives us some more inside into Strider. (Win!) I find I like him more and more with each passing book. At the end of The Darkest Lie, I really thought he would be paired with Haidee, but it was interesting to see how his lust for her is dealt with. It was resolved a little too neatly in the end. But I can get over it, now seeing who his love interest will be in The Darkest Surrender. I can't wait to see how it plays out. 4 1/2 stars.

*ARC Provided by Harlequin Books
16 of 18 people found the following review helpful
3.0 out of 5 stars Another eeehhhh... April 15 2011
By S. Beck - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
Others have set the stage for the book, I'm going to give my thoughts only.
I am amazed at the review standing. I'm a Showalter & LOTU junkie and I have to be honest, I was really disappointed. When I came to Amazon and found a rating of 4-1/2 stars -- all I could think was WTH?? I made it through the tale (anyone that loves the Lords must) but it was tough going.

Amun doesn't speak and I've got to give GS credit for how she staged Amun and Haidee talking to one another. I am amazed that the psychic vs oral words didn't lose themselves (and the reader) throughout the pages. With that said, however, there is alot of boring internal talk. One evening I read 4 pages involving an internal "thinking" debate in Haidee's head. She went on and on --- what if, when, how, what if, on and on and on. This was a recurence througout and frankly, it's what I liked least.

Now the 'Strider' line - oh yeah, that was golden. As Amun is making his way through his book, GS is setting us up by allowing a glimpse into Strider. Loved It. Any LOTU lover will get a jolt from that. It's a must read for the junkies (even though it's slow going) and for first timers, don't judge all of Showalter's LOTU books by The Darkest Secret, please. There are great Lords out there waiting to tingle your toes.
12 of 14 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Gena Showalter has done it again! March 30 2011
By kiki - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback
After reading The Darkest Secret, I was once again reminded why Gena is master at what she does. For the past couple of years, I've watched authors start new series, with each book of the series getting progressively worse than the last. The Lords of the Underworld series is the perfect example of what a series SHOULD be like- Each book just keeps getting better! The Darkest Secret is, in my opinion, the best so far.

I have to say that originally, I had my doubts about this book. Although Amun has held a special place in my heart from the beginning of the series, I feared how Showalter would redeem the character of Haidee. Like most other fans of the LU series, I held an extreme dislike for her because of her past relationship with the Lords. However, Showalter does the impossible: She makes us fall for the despicable Haidee. It was easy to love her once we got inside her mind and saw the pain that she went through. Instead of being the hateful, vengeful heroine that we all thought her to be, we got to see her for who she was: A strong, loving person who made her own share of mistakes. I loved the fact that she knew what she wanted, and wasn't afraid love Amun. I was also quite pleasantly surprised with the way that Showalter tackled the issue of Amun not being able to communicate verbally with Haidee because of his demon. Communication between the two was solved early on, and was never once an issue in the book.

This book was one HECK of a good time. The twists and turns keep you constantly on-the-edge-of-your-seat intrigued without getting tiring. The twist involving the truth about Haidee had my mouth open wide enough to catch flies. I don't know how Showalter did it, but she managed to make the audience feel guilty for hating Haidee this entire time. To continue to dislike her would have been almost hypocritical. This book was all I expected it to be and more: I laughed (the scene with William, Paris, and Strider calling Maddox was hilarious), I cried, I cheered, and I gasped in shock.

Although this book did have a more prominent side story than the previous ones, I still enjoyed it. It was nice to get to catch up on some of the other Lords that we have read about and loved. Strider was a particularly strong supporting character, and it was fantastic to get a taste of his HEA, which will be The Darkest Surrender (coming out in October of this year). Although cocky, egocentric, selfish, and competitive to a fault, Showalter makes us love the extremely flawed Strider, tantalizing us with just enough scenes to make us drool over what's to come in The Darkest Surrender (and with a heroine that I NEVER expected at that!)

Bottom Line: Read this book. Don't let any reserves of Haidee, or anyone else in the book stop you from giving it a try. You'll love it!
5 of 5 people found the following review helpful
2.0 out of 5 stars Did Someone Mention Skim Reading? April 23 2011
By Traci King - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback|Verified Purchase
When a reviewer mentioned that she hated skim reading, I actually felt guilty, because that was the only way I could get through this book. Amun is such an intriguing Lord, I hated to see him reduced to a blubbering idiot over the girl who killed his friend. Granted Haidee had her reasons and Showalter made a good case for why she did it, but I couldn't see the connection between the two or understand the ending. So I skimmed and probably missed the best side parts of the story, which I will go back and read. I was so fed up with the hero and heroine that I just wanted to get them out of the way. I am so disappointed, since I was really looking forward to Amun's story. The ending was a headlong rush into a contrived solution to an insurmountable problem. The reasons given for this miraculous ending were almost hilarious. Sorry but this one was not nearly as well written as the previous books in this series. I am looking forward to a much better story in the next segment of what has been my favorite series.
7 of 8 people found the following review helpful
2.0 out of 5 stars A sad let down :( April 7 2011
By Amazon Customer - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback|Verified Purchase
Throughout The Lords of the Underworlds series Amun, keeper of the demon secrets, has been my favorite character. I couldn't wait for his book to be published and when I saw he was next after Gideon I was so excited I almost peed in my pants (figuratively). I waited for what felt like an eternity for The Darkest Secret to reach the shelves and in summary this book is just AWFUL!!!

My "beef" is not in the love story between Amun and Haidee (though I'm pretty sure she was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome) but in the way he showed absolutely ZERO loyalty to the men he has loved, lived and fought beside for centuries. What happened to Bros be for Hoes!!! Especially if you and that bro have been through Hell and back (literally).

Ok I can buy the whole I can't live without you, I need you to survive, I am a possessive male who beats everyone up except for you, mumbo jumbo. BUT beating your best friend and brother within an inch of his life because he doesn't trust your girlfriend (who is a Hunter and has been trying to KILL you and yours for centuries, might I add) is just a big a** pill for me to swallow. Amun is known to be extremely loyal and it was hard for me to believe he would turn on his love ones so quickly. Listen, I know this is a work of fiction but I'm already using up all my imagination on demon possessed beings with sexy bodies, cut me some slack!!!

I know it's weird that I continued to read The Darkest Secret in its entirety (especially since all I wanted to do was stick a sharp pencil in my eye), but about mid book I decided I wanted to write a review and needed more ammo. It was NOT because I thought the story would redeem itself, that ship sailed around page 80 (Kindle). The only reason why The Darkest Secret gets two stars is because I love the Strider, Kaia, William, and Paris storyline.

With that said, Gena Showalter is still AMAZING!!! She is seriously one of my favorite paranormal romance writers and I will continue to read every single book in the Lords of the Underworlds series even if I have to keep sharpening my pencils.

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