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  From the New York Times bestselling author who brought you the Lords of the Underworld comes a dark, seductive new series featuring angels poised on the brink of destruction….

  Leader of the most powerful army in the heavens, Zacharel has been deemed nearly too dangerous, too ruthless—and if he isn’t careful, he’ll lose his wings. But this warrior with a heart of ice will not be deterred from his missions, at any cost…until a vulnerable human tempts him with a carnal pleasure he’s never known before.

  Accused of a crime she did not commit, Annabelle Miller has spent four years in an institution for the criminally insane. Demons track her every move, and their king will stop at nothing to have her. Zacharel is her only hope for survival, but is the brutal angel with a touch as hot as hell her salvation—or her ultimate damnation?

  Praise for the novels of

  New York Times bestselling author

  The Darkest Passion

  “Showalter gives her fans another treat, sure to satisfy!”

  —RT Book Reviews

  Twice as Hot

  “The Showalter name on a book means guaranteed entertainment.”

  —RT Book Reviews

  The Darkest Whisper

  “If you like your paranormal dark and passionately flavored, this is the series for you.”

  —RT Book Reviews

  The Darkest Pleasure

  “Showalter’s darkly dangerous Lords of the Underworld trilogy, with its tortured characters, comes to a very satisfactory conclusion…[her] compelling universe contains the possibility of more stories to be told.”

  —RT Book Reviews

  The Darkest Kiss

  “In this new chapter the Lords of the Underworld engage in a deadly dance. Anya is a fascinating blend of spunk, arrogance and vulnerability—a perfect match for the tormented Lucien.”

  —RT Book Reviews

  The Darkest Night

  “[This is] Showalter at her finest, and a fabulous start to an imaginative new series!”

  —New York Times bestselling author Karen Marie Moning

  Catch a Mate

  “The versatile Showalter…once again shows that she can blend humor and poignancy while keeping readers entertained from start to finish.”

  —Booklist

  The Nymph King

  “A world of myth, mayhem and love under the sea!”

  —New York Times bestselling author J. R. Ward

  Playing with Fire

  “Another sizzling page-turner… Gena Showalter delivers an utterly spellbinding story!”

  —New York Times bestselling author Kresley Cole

  Animal Instincts

  “Bold and witty, sexy and provocative, Gena Showalter’s star is rising fast!”

  —New York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips

  Jewel of Atlantis

  “Shines like the purest gem… Rich in imagery and evocative detail, this book is a sterling example of what makes romance novels so worthwhile.”

  —A Romance Review

  Heart of the Dragon

  “Lots of danger and sexy passion give lucky readers a spicy taste of adventure and romance.”

  —RT Book Reviews

  The Pleasure Slave

  “This couple is dynamite and Tristan’s intense sensuality will have you sweating. [The Pleasure Slave] is definitely going on my keeper shelf.”

  —The Romance Studio

  The Stone Prince

  “Sexy, funny and downright magical!”

  —New York Times bestselling author Katie MacAlister

  Angels of the Dark

  Dear Reader,

  I have been intrigued by the stone-cold angel Zacharel since the first moment he stepped onto the pages of my Lords of the Underworld series in The Darkest Secret. I mean, really. An immortal warrior who finds it easier to slay an enemy than to smile at a friend? Yeah, I had to know his secrets.

  I also had to flip his entire world upside down, and oh, did I have fun doing it. He’s been put in charge of the biggest, baddest beings ever created—an army of angels about to be kicked out of the heavens forever. He’s met the first woman ever to kindle a fire in his blood, and he’s in danger of losing his greatest treasure (and no, I’m not just talking about his virginity).

  What better way to begin my new Angels of the Dark series?

  Sacrifices will have to be made, and battles between good and evil will have to be fought. (Go, Team Good!) Zacharel has one chance to get this right. Just one—because it’s his last. If he fails, he will be stripped of everything that matters to him. His position, his power…and even his love.

  I hope you enjoy this journey as much as I enjoyed writing it. After all, as you travel you’ll be in the arms of an exquisite winged warrior.…

  All the best,

  Gena Showalter

  Other sexy, unforgettable reads from

  GENA SHOWALTER

  and Harlequin HQN

  The Darkest Seduction

  The Darkest Surrender

  The Darkest Secret

  The Darkest Lie

  The Darkest Passion

  Into the Dark

  Heart of Darkness

  “The Darkest Angel”

  The Darkest Whisper

  The Darkest Pleasure

  The Darkest Kiss

  The Darkest Night

  The Vampire’s Bride

  The Nymph King

  Jewel of Atlantis

  Heart of the Dragon

  Twice as Hot

  Playing with Fire

  Catch a Mate

  Animal Instincts

  The Pleasure Slave

  The Stone Prince

  From Harlequin Nonfiction

  Dating the Undead

  (with Jill Monroe)

  From Harlequin TEEN

  Twisted

  Unraveled

  Intertwined

  Look for more unforgettable novels from Gena Showalter, coming soon

  Alice in Zombieland (Harlequin TEEN)

  After Moonrise (Harlequin HQN duology with P.C. Cast)

  To Jill Monroe,

  for encouraging phone calls and emails, and the laughs! (And I want it forever noted that you are listed first.)

  To Sheila Fields and Betty Sanders,

  for the friendship, the brainstorming, and the laughs!

  To Joyce and Emmett Harrison, Leigh Heldermon, and Sony Harrison, for the support, the love, and the laughs! (Yes, I’m big on laughs.)

  To Mickey Dowling and Anita Baldwin,

  fantastic ladies I adore!

  To Kresley Cole and Beth Kendrick—

  a thousand thank-yous, ladies. Actually that’s not enough. A million thank-yous, ladies!

  And to Kathleen Oudit and Tara Scarcello,

  for seriously knocking this one out of the park! So gorgeous!

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter
Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  PROLOGUE

  THE MORNING OF HER eighteenth birthday, Annabelle Miller woke from the most amazing dream feeling as if her eyes had been ripped out, dipped in acid and shoved back into their sockets. She became aware of the sensation gradually, her mind still fogged from sleep. When full awareness finally struck, her entire body tensed and bowed, a scream ripping free of her throat.

  She pried her swollen eyelids apart, but…there was no dawning light. Only darkness greeted her.

  The pain spread, riding the too-swift tides in her veins and threatening to burst through her skin. She rubbed at her face, even clawed, hoping to remove whatever was causing the problem, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. No bumps, no scratches. No…wait. There was something. A warm liquid now coated her hands.

  Blood?

  Another scream left her, followed by another and another, each like a serrated piece of glass scraping her throat raw. In seconds, panic chewed her up and spit her out. She was blind, bleeding—and dying?

  The whine of hinges, the clack of high heels against the hardwood floor. “Annabelle? Are you all right?” A pause, then a hiss of breath. “Oh, baby, your eyes. What happened to your eyes? Rick! Rick! Hurry!”

  A curse was followed by the pound of hard, fast footsteps. A second later, a horrified gasp filled her bedroom. “What happened to her face?” her father bellowed.

  “I don’t know, I don’t know. She was like this when I came in.”

  “Annabelle, sweetheart.” Her dad, now so tender and concerned. “Can you hear me? Can you tell me what happened to you?”

  Annabelle tried to speak—Daddy, help me, please, help me—but the words became diamond hard and too jagged to swallow. And oh, dear heaven, the burn migrated to her chest, flames sparking every time her heart beat.

  Strong arms slid under her, one at her shoulders, the other at her knees, and lifted her. The movement, temperate though it was, jostled her, magnifying the pain and she moaned.

  “I’ve got you, sweetheart,” her dad assured her. “We’ll get you to the hospital and everything will be okay. I promise.”

  The sharpest edges of her panic ebbed. How could she not believe him? He’d never made a promise he couldn’t keep, and if he thought everything would be okay, everything would be okay.

  Her dad carried her to the SUV in the garage and laid her across the backseat as her mother’s sobs echoed. Her dad didn’t bother with a buckle, just shut the door and sealed Annabelle inside. She expected his door to open next, then her mom’s. She expected her parents to climb inside and drive her to the hospital, as promised, but…nothing.

  Annabelle waited…and waited…seconds ticking by with excruciating slowness, the raggedness of her inhalations becoming laced with the taint of rotten eggs, fetid and sharp enough to nip at her nostrils. She cringed, confused and frightened by the change in the air.

  “Daddy?” she said. Her ears twitched as she listened intently for his reply, but all she heard was…

  Muffled voices through the glass.

  The shrill grind of metal being scratched.

  Eerie laughter…

  …a grunt of agony.

  “Go inside, Saki,” her father shouted in a terrified tone Annabelle had never before heard him use. “Now!”

  Saki, her now-shrieking mother.

  Grimacing through the pain, Annabelle managed to struggle into a sitting position. Miraculously, the unbearable blaze in her eyes at last faded. As she wiped away the blood, tiny rays of light pierced her line of vision. One second passed, two, then the light spread, colors appearing, blue here, yellow there, until she was taking in the full scope of the garage.

  “I’m not blind!” she cried, but her relief was short-lived.

  She spotted her father, shielding her mother against the far wall, his gaze darting this way and that but never landing on anything specific. Grisly cuts marred his cheeks, blood drip…dripping from each.

  Shock and horror blended, becoming an unstoppable avalanche tumbling through every inch of her. What had happened to him? There was no one else in the small enclosure and—

  A man materialized in front of her parents.

  No, not a man, but a…a… What was that?

  Annabelle scrambled backward, hitting the other side of the car. The newcomer wasn’t a man but a creature plucked from the depths of her worst nightmare. Another scream formed, this one lodging in her desiccated throat. Suddenly she couldn’t breathe, could only stare in revulsion.

  The…thing was freakishly tall, the top of its head brushing against a ceiling she couldn’t reach with a stepladder. It possessed a barbarian’s oversize bones and fangs she’d only ever read about in vampire novels, with skin the darkest shade of crimson and as smooth as glass. Claw-tipped fingers dripped with blood. Gnarled wings of pitted black stretched from its back, and small horns protruded along the length of its spine. A long, thin tail curled from the base, ending in a blood-soaked metal spike that clanged against the concrete floor as it swished back and forth, back and forth.

  Whatever it was, she suspected it had caused her father’s injuries—and it would only cause more.

  Fear overcame every other emotion inside her, yet still she lurched forward, banged her fist against the window and forced her voice to work. “Leave my parents alone!”

  The beast looked back at her with shockingly lovely eyes that reminded her of newly cut rubies. It flashed those razored fangs in a parody of a grin—before slashing its claws across her father’s throat.

  In an instant, flesh tore and blood sprayed a thin line over the car window. Her father fell…hit the ground…his hands wrapped around his weeping throat, his mouth open as he gasped for air he couldn’t, wouldn’t, find.

  A sob left her, formed from incredulity but sharpened by rage.

  Her mother shrieked, scanning the garage with wide eyes as her father had done, as if she had no idea where the threat had come from. Her hands tented over her mouth and tears tracked down her cheeks, smearing the blood already splattered there.

  “D-don’t hurt us,” she stuttered. “Please, don’t.”

  A forked tongue flicked out, as though tasting her fear. “I like the way you beg, female.”

  “Stop!” Annabelle shouted. Have to help her, have to help her. She wrenched open the car door and flew out, only to slip in a pool of her father’s—no. No, no, no. Gagging, she fought to stay upright. “You have to stop!”

  “Run, Annabelle. Run!”

  More eerie laughter—before those claws struck, silencing her mother. Her mother, who collapsed.

  Shocked, Annabelle stopped fighting. She toppled to the floor, uncaring as oxygen burst from her lungs. Her mother…on top of her father…twitching…stilling.

  “This can’t be happening,” she babbled. “This isn’t happening.”

  “Oh, yes,” the creature said in a deep, rasping voice. She caught the undertone of amusement, as if her parents’ murder was nothing but a game.

  Murder.

  Mur. Der.

  No. Not murder. She could not accept that word. They had been assaulted, but they would pull through. They had to pull through. Her heart slammed against her ribs, bile searing a path up her chest and past her larynx. “Th-the cops are on the way,” she lied. Wasn’t that what all the experts on all the reality shows about survival said you should do to save yourself? Claim help was on the way? “Go. Leave. You don’t want to get in any more t-trouble, do y-you?”

  “Hmm, I love the sound of more trouble.” The monster turned, facing her fully, its grin expanding. “I’ll prove it.” It began to swipe…swipe…swipe at the bodies…clothes and skin ripping, bones cracking, pulp and tissue flying.

  Can’t process.

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sp; Can’t… But oh, she really could. She knew. If her parents had had any chance of survival, that chance had now withered to ash.

  Get up! You let that thing mutilate the people you love. Are you going to allow it to mutilate you, too? And what about your brother, upstairs, alone, probably asleep and unprepared for a slaughter?

  No. NO! With a roar that sprang from a soul soon to be shredded by grief, Annabelle launched herself into that massive, boxy chest and punched at that ugly face. The monster fell back, but swiftly recovered, rolling her over and pinning her down. Wings outstretched, curtaining the rest of the world so that only the two of them existed.

  Still she punched and punched and punched. For some reason, the creature never tried to claw her. In fact, it batted her hands away and tried to…kiss her? Laughing, laughing, never stopping with the laughing, it pressed its lips against hers, blew fetid breath into her mouth and shivered with sublime pleasure.

 
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