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384 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published May 27, 2008
Welcome one, welcome all to yet another Gena-themed rant.
But Miranda...it's been forever since you read this book. Where's the review??
Sometimes, you need a moment to compose yourself after reading a truly awful book.
It's been nearly four months.
*ominous silence*
The Lords of the Underworld were delectable immortal warriors who were possessed by the demon spirits that had once resided inside Pandora’s box.Annnd...that's pretty much all there is in terms of plot. Oh wait, there's a little bit more:
the box was powerful enough to contain demons so vile even hell had not been able to hold them. It was also powerful enough to suck those same demons out of the Lords, their once unwilling hosts.Essentially, hundreds of years ago these big bad warriers were like, "You know the best way to prove that we are the best warriors ever? Let's let out all the evil in the world."
HE WAS KNOWN AS THE Dark One. Malach ha-Maet. Yama. Azreal. Shadow Walker. Mairya. King of the Dead. He was all of those things and more, for he was a Lord of the Underworld.Right off the bat, talk about having a big head.
He dealt with death every day, every night, yet he fought to live.Essentially, every third or fourth chapter, Showalter remembers that Lucien is the Demon of Death and makes him collect a couple of souls.
Her knees almost buckled as their gazes locked together, time momentarily suspended.It's not even sexy smut.
“Where were we?” she asked huskily. She ran a fingertip over the top band of her thong, not stopping until she drew the hot focus of his gaze to the glittery angel wings in the center.And it's poorly written.
She ground her left hip bone against the hard juncture between his legs, turning erotically...Bump, bump, slllooow grind.And half the lines have a serial killer vibe.
Full and red, made-for-sucking lips. Straight white teeth. She’d radiated wickedness and pleasure, every male fantasy come to glittery life.And it's borderline incomprehensible.
Scars. She felt scars and shivered, the jagged tissue wonderfully hot. His muscles clenched against each stroke, and he bit her bottom lip. “Yes, like that.” She almost came, his reaction like fuel to an already blazing fire. She did moan.it was so frequent, so over the top and so weird that it became a comedy.
...the hardened pink tips of her nipples were visible, two little beacons in the night.It was just so over the top - the way every. ounce. of. sexual. tension. revolved around their perky-ness.
All she could think of, dream about, crave, was licking them.As a favor to the reader, that's all I'll get into with the nips but allow me to assure you... this happened a lot. Like a lot, a lot!
He’d had no idea she lurked nearby, even as she willed him to do all sorts of naughty things: strip, pleasure himself…smile.She tries using her goddess powers to make him do all sorts of sexual things - which he resists and then pulls some moves on her and the sexual tension skyrockets.
He wore a black tee and stone-washed jeans, and both hugged rope after rope of hand-over-your-panties muscle. Mine. “I said no touching,” he barked.But even though he (very) clearly says no, Anya plunges onward because he was "at attention" thus he must really want it. She'd rub against him, try to catch a feel, etc. Constantly.
No touching—ha! He would learn. Anarchy[Anya] was hardly an obedient lapdog.Now, I could be the last person who thinks this, but if someone makes you (or tries to make you) do something sexual that you did not consent to or gave any indication of wanting to consent to (AND no, just having a boner does NOT count as consent) - that's some pretty rapey vibes going out there.
“I was just about to walk away,” he choked out. At his words, her nails elongated into little claws. He still thought to deny her? Seriously?But don't worry - she's a hot woman.
“I wanted his cock inside me. You get it now, asshole?”Ironically, Anya was practically raped at one time and constantly has terrifying flashbacks...and yet she doesn't see her own behavior as a mirror to that?
Blah, blah, blah. Whatever.See you all in book 3.
He was known as The Dark One. Malach ha-Maet. Yama. Azreal. Shadow Walker. Mairya. King of the Dead. He was all of those things and more, for he was a Lord of the Underworld.
“You stabbed me,” he said, incredulous.
“Feel free to keep the dagger as a souvenir.”
“Nice to see you again, Flowers.” She didn’t waste another moment. Using all of her strength, she shoved him into the water. He could have grabbed hold of her to stop his fall, but he didn’t. He allowed himself to tumble backward, rather than risk taking her with him. How…sweet. Bastard! He had no right to be sweet now.
Stomach suddenly grumbling, he bit into the pie. Succulent, perfectly prepared. “Did you make this?” He could not picture her slaving in a kitchen.
“Gods, no. I stole it.” The disgust on her pixie face was comical, and he found himself grinning.
She was just so… captivating. A beautiful enigma.
Did he truly have no idea of his attractiveness? He radiated strength and vitality. He exuded savage masculinity. Everything about him enthralled her.
“I'm William, but you can call me Sexy. Everyone does.”
He was known as the Dark One. Malach ha-Maet. Yama. Azreal. Shadow Walker. Mairya. King of the Dead. He was all of those things and more, for he was a Lord of the Underworld.
“I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
“I cannot get enough of you, either.”
“I'm William, but you can call me Sexy. Everyone does.”
He didn’t face her. “I said go away.”
“Like I’m going to obey you. You aren’t my daddy. Unless you want to be. ’Cause I’ve been a bad, naughty girl and I need a spanking.”
A pained groan escaped him. “Anya. Please.”
Manzara karşısında hayrete düştü; beyaz ve morla çizilmiş gibi zümrüt dağlar. Kesinlikle bu tanrıların en büyük eseriydi. Hayır, yarattıkları en güzel eser Anya'ydı.
Sana bakmak nihayet cennetin kapılarına girmek gibi.