Dark Side of the Moon (Dark-Hunter Series #9)

Dark Side of the Moon (Dark-Hunter Series #9)

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by Sherrilyn Kenyon
     
 

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Susan Michaels was once the hottest reporter on the Beltway Beat until a major scandal ruined her life and left her writing stories about alien babies and Elvis sightings. Life as she once knew it is over, or so she thinks, but then she gets a lead on a story that could salvage her extinct career. She heads to the local animal shelter, expecting a hot news tip,

Overview

Susan Michaels was once the hottest reporter on the Beltway Beat until a major scandal ruined her life and left her writing stories about alien babies and Elvis sightings. Life as she once knew it is over, or so she thinks, but then she gets a lead on a story that could salvage her extinct career. She heads to the local animal shelter, expecting a hot news tip, which she gets in the form of a major police cover-up . . . for a ring of soul-sucking vampires out to take over Seattle. So much for saving her credibility.
And if that isn't bad enough, she gets talked into adopting a cat and finds she's allergic to it. A cat that turns out to be a shapeshifter who claims to be an immortal vampire slayer on the prowl for the same corrupt cops. Her first thought: seek professional help.
But as Susan's drawn into Ravyn's dark and dangerous world, she comes to realize that there's a lot more at stake than just her defunct career. Now it's no longer a question of bringing the truth to her readers; it's a matter of saving their very lives and souls.
Ravyn's life was shattered over four hundred years ago, when he mistakenly trusted the wrong human with the truth of his existence. He lost his family, his honor, and his life. Now, in order to save the people of Seattle, he's forced to confront that nightmare all over again, and to trust another woman with the secret that could destroy him.
In the world of the Dark-Hunters, life is always dangerous. But never more so than now; when a very human woman can shatter their entire world with just one story. The only question is . . . will she?

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The Barnes & Noble Review
Sherrilyn Kenyon's Dark-Hunter vampire series makes its long-awaited hardcover debut in this heart-pounding thriller.

For Susan Michaels, renowned investigative journalist, life has turned into one cheesy headline after her reputation was destroyed by a bad story off a bogus tip. Now she is reduced to working for tabloid editor, Leo Kirby, an old friend. Following a tip from a deranged college student, Susan goes to a local animal shelter and adopts a kitty, which turns into a handsome shapeshifter and vampire. (Think "Cat Turns Into Stunning Naked Man in Single Woman's Home.") Naked Man turns out to be Ravyn Kontis, one of the few surviving Dark-Hunters in Seattle; Dark-Hunters are immortals that protect mankind by hunting down Daimons. What follows surpasses even the most lurid tabloid headlines and Susan's wildest dreams -- for good and bad. There are murders, conspiracies, family issues, allergies, and a powerful love relationship.

Longtime Keyon readers will note that Ash/Acheron has a cameo appearance. Two things to add: It's a good thing Susan learned to sword-fight at the Society for Creative Anachronism. Also, never follow a Daimon into a bolt hole. Ginger Curwen
Publishers Weekly
In paranormal romance author Kenyon's debut hardcover (after Unleash the Night), her New Orleans-based Dark-Hunters have moved to Seattle, where they continue to battle Daimons who suck both blood and souls from humans. Love doesn't come easy for these tortured, hunky heroes, as shown by Ravyn Contis, a shape-shifting Dark-Hunter, who was betrayed by his first lifemate. Now his newest love interest, reporter Susan Michaels, is allergic to him-or, more specifically, to his cat form. She's also none too happy to find herself thrown into the midst of a war between Seattle's Dark-Hunters and a race of ber-powerful Daimons. Tough, sarcastic Susan rises to the occasion and even possesses enough martial arts knowledge to hold her own in a face-off with Daimons. Some readers will question the convenient revelation of her battle skills as well as her bring-'em-on bravado, but most will take this in stride and enjoy the taut action and jaunty humor. Though the story unfolds predictably, it contains a delicious balance of suspense and sensuality and provides a tantalizing setup for the sequel. 200,000 printing; 7-city author tour. (On sale May 30) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Kenyon's popular "Dark-Hunter" romantic fantasy series relocates from New Orleans to Seattle for its hardcover debut, which features the story of part-man/part-cat Dark-Hunter Ravyn Kontis. Like every other Dark-Hunter, Ravyn has enemies who will stop at nothing to kill him. When he is captured and impounded at an animal shelter, Susan Michaels, who happens to work for a Weekly World News-style tabloid, adopts him as her pet. On the way home from the shelter, however, Ravyn begins transforming from cat to man, forcing the unsuspecting Susan into a supernatural milieu she could never have imagined. All the trademarks of earlier titles in the series are here: humorous dialog, engaging characters, supernatural suspense, steamy sex scenes, and an enjoyable love story. Though Kenyon provides sufficient background on the major players, readers new to the series may have difficulty understanding the complex mythology behind the various supernatural beings populating the book. "Dark-Hunter" fans will flock to this latest release, and the new format may win some new fans. Expect demand for this and earlier volumes in the series. Recommended for all public libraries. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 2/15/06.]-Nanette Donohue, Champaign P.L., IL Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
From the Publisher
PRAISE FOR SHERRILYN KENYON

"Kenyon is the reigning queen of the vampire novel."—Barbara Vey, Publishers Weekly

“An engaging read.”—Entertainment Weekly on Devil May Cry

“Kenyon’s writing is brisk, ironic, sexy, and relentlessly imaginative. These are not your mother’s vampire novels.”—The Boston Globe on Dark Side of the Moon

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781429906074
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
04/01/2007
Series:
Dark-Hunter Series , #9
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
336
Sales rank:
17,658
File size:
459 KB

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Dark Side of the Moon


By Sherrilyn Kenyon

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2006 Sherrilyn Kenyon
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-0607-4


CHAPTER 1

SEATTLE, 2006


BOY EATEN BY KILLER MOTHS.


Susan Michaels groaned as she read the headline for her latest story. She knew better than to read the rest of the article, but something inside her just wanted to feel kicked this afternoon. God forbid that she ever took pride in her work again....

Bred in a lab in South America, these top secret moths are the next generation of military assassins. They are genetically engineered to think their way into an enemy's lair where they bite the neck of the target and infect them with a concentrated poison that is completely undetectable and that will render the victim dead within an hour.

Now they have escaped the lab and were last seen heading north, straight for the central U.S. Be on guard. They could be in your neighborhood within the month....


Dear Lord, it was worse than she'd imagined.

Her hands shaking in anger, she got up from her desk and headed straight into Leo Kirby's office. As usual, he was online, reading some poor slob's blog and making copious notes.

Leo was a short, lean man with long black hair that he always wore in a ponytail. He also had a goatee, cold gray eyes that never laughed, and a strange spiderweb tattoo on his left hand. He was dressed in a baggy black T-shirt and jeans, with a giant Starbucks travel mug at his elbow while he worked. In his mid-thirties, he'd be cute if he wasn't so damned annoying.

"Killer moths?" she asked.

He looked up from his notepad and shrugged. "You said we were going to have a moth invasion. I just had Joanie rewrite the story to make it more marketable."

She gaped in total astonishment. "Joanie? You had Joanie rewrite the story? The woman who wears tinfoil in her bra so that the people with x-ray vision can't see her breasts? That Joanie?"

He didn't flinch or miss a beat. "Yeah, she's my best writer."

Talk about insult to injury.... "I thought I was your best writer, Leo."

Sighing heavily, he swiveled his chair to face her. "You would be if you had any imagination whatsoever." He held his hands up dramatically as if to illustrate his point. "C'mon, Sue, embrace your inner child. Embrace the absurd that lives amongst us. Think Ibsen." He put his hands down and gave another weary sigh. "But no, you never do, do you? I send you out to investigate the bat boy who lives in the old church belfry and you come back with a story about moths infesting the rafters. What the hell is that?"

She gave him a droll stare as she crossed her arms over her chest. "It's called reality, Leo. Reality. You should stop shrooming long enough to try it."

He snorted at that before he flipped to a blank sheet of paper on his notepad. He set it beside his coffee. "Screw reality. It don't feed my dog. It don't make my Porsche payments. It don't get me laid. Bullshit does that ... and I like it that way."

She rolled her eyes at his beaming face. "You are such a toad."

He paused as if an idea had struck him. He reached for his pad, where he quickly scribbled something. "'Employee Kisses Toady Boss to Discover an Ancient Immortal Prince' ... better yet, a god. Yeah, an ancient god"—he gestured at her with his pen—"a Greek god who's been cursed to live as a sex slave to women ... I like it. Can you imagine? Women all over the country will be kissing their bosses to test the theory." Then he looked back at her with a wicked grin. "Shall we try the experiment and see if it works?"

She screwed her face up at him in disgust. "Hell, no. And that wasn't a come-on, Leo. Trust me, even with a thousand kisses you'd still be a toad."

He was totally undaunted, mostly because the two of them had been teasing each other this way since they attended college together. "I still think we should give it a try." He wagged his eyebrows at her.

Susan let out a long, exasperated breath. "You know, I would bring you up on sexual harassment charges, but that would imply that you have actually had sex in your lifetime, and I intend to maintain that you are a prime example of what happens to people when they're too sexually frustrated."

That brought another glassy look to his eyes before he scribbled again. "'Sexually Frustrated Boss Turns into Screaming Lunatic. Disembowels Woman Who Excites Him.'"

Susan groaned deep in her throat. If she didn't know better, she'd think he was threatening her, but that would involve actual action on his part, and Leo was nothing if not a complete delegator. His maxim had always been why do it yourself when you can hire or bully someone else to do it for you.

"Leo! Stop turning everything into a cheesy headline." And before he could respond, she quickly added, "I know, I know. Cheesy headlines pay for your Porsche."

"Exactly!"

Disgusted, she rubbed at the sudden pain she felt behind her right eye.

"Look, Sue," he said as if he felt an uncharacteristic wave of sympathy for her. "I know how hard these last couple of years have been for you, okay? But you're not an investigative reporter anymore."

Her chest tightened at his words. Words she didn't really need to hear, since they haunted her every minute of every day. Two and a half years ago, she'd been one of the foremost investigative reporters in the country. Her former boss had nicknamed her Hound Dog Sue because she could sniff a story from a mile away and then run it to ground and bring it home.

And in one moment of gross stupidity, her whole world had come crumbling down around her. She'd been so hungry that she'd run headlong into a setup that had completely destroyed her reputation.

It'd almost cost her her life.

She rubbed at the scar on her wrist as she forced herself not to remember that awful night in November—the only time in her life when she'd actually been weak. She'd come to her senses, and then vowed to never let anyone make her feel that powerless again. No matter what, this was her life and she was going to live it on her own terms.

But for Leo, whom she'd met in college when they'd worked on the staff of the campus paper together, she'd have never worked in journalism again. Not that working for the Daily Inquisitor could ever be construed as true journalism, but at least it allowed her to pay off some of her gargantuan debt and court costs. And though she hated her job, it kept her fed and off the street. For that she owed the little toad.

Leo tore off a sheet of paper and slid it toward her.

"What's this?" she asked as she took it from his desk.

"It's a Web address. There's some college kid who goes by the name Dark Angel who claims she's working for the undead."

She stared at him. Oh, yeah ... her life was definitely a lemon and she wanted her money back—with interest. "A vampire?"

"Not exactly. She says he's an immortal shapeshifting warrior who annoys the hell out of her. She's local, so I want you to check it out and see what else she has to say. Then report everything back to me."

Oh, this couldn't be happening to her, and yet that old internal voice in her head was already laughing at her. "Shapeshifter, huh? Is this before or after she drops acid?"

Leo made an irritated noise. "Why don't you at least try to get into the spirit of the job? You know, it's really not bad at all. In fact, it's actually highly entertaining. Live a little, Sue. Let go of the venom. Enjoy it."

Enjoy it ... enjoy being a laughingstock after she'd been working for the Washington Post ... yeah. It was hard to Carpe Crap when what she really wanted to do was get her reputation back.

But those days were over. She'd never be a real reporter again.

This was it. Her life. Joy, oh joy—the bad-luck fairy had really screwed her over.

No, she thought as her chest tightened again, that wasn't true. She'd screwed herself over and she knew it. Heartsick, she turned around and headed back to her desk as she looked at the blog address in her hand.

It's stupid. Don't do it. Don't even go to the site....

But before long, she did, and there it was ... a black page with some hand-drawn Gothic artwork on a Web site called deadjournal.com. But her absolute favorite part had to be the header that read: "Musings from the Dark and Twisted Mind of a Damned College Student."

The girl, Dark Angel, was certainly that. Her entries showed the typical angst of an average student ... who was seriously delusional and in need of years of therapy from between the walls of a padded room.


JUNE 3, 2006, 06:45 A.M.

Someone please shoot me. Please. I really can't stress the "please" part enough. So here I was trying to study for my test tomorrow. Note the word "trying." So here I am engrossed in the complexities of Babylonian Math, which isn't really engrossing, to say the least, when all of a sudden my cell phone rings and scares the total shit out of me because the house is even more silent than a tomb—and trust me, I've been in enough tombs and crypts to know this for a fact.

At first I stupidly thought it was my father harassing me, until I looked closer at the number and no. Not him. Those who've been reading my journal know that it's my boss, 'cause who else would call me at this ungodly hour and think that I have no life whatsoever except to serve his every whim and need? Really, take my advice and never work for an immortal. They have no respect whatsoever for those of us with finite lives.

5:30 in the morning, there he is. Calling to tell me that he's just killed off a bunch of undead people (okay, vampires, but I really hate to use that word 'cause it draws out all sorts of lunatic weirdos who want to know how they, too, can become vampires and where to find the ones I know, which wouldn't do anything but get you killed, but back to my original thought) and that I need to pick him up since it's about to be dawn and he can't make it home before the sun turns him into grilled toast. You know this isn't the way to motivate me, since a grilled toast boss = one happy Dark Angel.

Now here's where I tirade against the fact that if he were just a regular shapeshifter, I wouldn't have to go get him. He'd be able to get home without help. He could just teleport himself into the house, but back when he made the bargain to become immortal, that ability was taken from him, along with the one that allows him to travel through time and the ability to walk as a man in daylight. And why was this taken from him? One reason. To make my life a living hell of servitude, that's why.

[Oh, and I have to bring him clothes since he'll most likely be in cat form at Pike's Market, which is the only way he can be in daylight and not be a crispy critter (really). So when he switches back into human form he'll be naked and will need clothing—yes, for those with gutter-bent minds, he's a buff god in theory, but since I've known him all my life it's like seeing your brother naked—can we say "ew"?!

All right, it pisses me off, but I go since he pays me and if I don't he'll tell on me again and get me into all kinds of trouble, none of which I want to hear right now. So after I hoof my butt over there to get his sorry ass, what do I find?

Yes, you guessed it. Nothing but a couple of homeless people who think I've lost my mind as I search for my "cat" while holding male clothing which I slowly remember won't do any good since he can't shift back into a human until after I get him home. That rank bastard and his pranks. A curse of poxes on his head. Better yet, I hope he gets fleas (I would wish ticks, but then I'd probably get Lyme disease from him). So fleas. Lots and lots of fleas!

I'm sure Catman Moron found some bimbo to shack up with and shag for the day, but damn it all. Couldn't he have called and told me that? No. So here I am, chugging extra-caffeinated espresso and hoping I stay awake for my test this afternoon. Thanks, boss. Appreciate it. You are the best. Where's Animal Control when you really need them? Better yet, get me an ax so I can cut off his head, and I don't mean the one on his shoulders.

Mood: Pissed

Song: "Everything About You": Ugly Kid Joe


Susan let out a tired breath as she rubbed her brow. Oh, yeah. The girl needed some serious professional help. But what the hell? It wasn't like she had anything else to do other than go and investigate the Immortal Catman of Pike's Market.

Susan cringed at the thought. "Now I'm doing it, too ... Cheesy headlines are us." Groaning, she rubbed her eyes. "You know, if my life was a horse, I'd shoot it."

* * *

No matter the location or day, every animal shelter in the United States seemed to always hold the same pungent odor of cleaning antiseptic mixed with wet fur. And even though the shelters were warmed, there was always an odd chill to the air. One that penetrated straight to the bones.

Today was no different. The cat cages were lined along two walls where some of the felines slept while others played, ate, or groomed.

All except one.

That one crouched as if ready to kill and it watched everything around it with the sharp intellect of a vicious predator that belied its smaller size. It wasn't like the others. Only a fool would make that assumption.

At first glance, it appeared to be a regular Bengal house cat, but if one looked closer, it was obvious that it didn't hold quite the same facial characteristics that marked the Bengal breed. In fact, it looked just like an Arabian leopard—only it weighed a scant fifteen pounds instead of sixty.

More than that, its eyes were an eerie shade of black ... an unnatural color for such a beast. And if one was really paying attention, they would definitely notice that while the other cats wore plain white collars, this one wore one of silver. It was a very special collar that caught the light and flashed with a preternatural gleam.

And what made it so special? Certainly not the thinness of its strap or the fact that it had no buckle on it. No. It was the unseen circuitry that ran along the underside of the silver fabric. Circuitry that had been designed to send out inhibitors that couldn't be felt by man or beast—unless the creature was both man and beast.

A devilish invention by those who wanted some control over the magick of others, this collar kept this particular cat in its current feline form.

And that seriously pissed the cat off.

Ravyn hissed as a man ventured near his cage. If he could get out of this, he'd tear the bastard's arms off and beat him with them. But unfortunately, he couldn't—that would require him to actually have arms of his own, which in his current form he didn't possess.

And it was all his fault. Damn him and his libido anyway. If he'd simply trotted past the sex goddess in the extremely short skirt at dawn, he'd be happily home by now—well, maybe not happily, since he'd have to listen to Erika bitch, but certainly he'd be home in his own bed and not locked in this damned cage.

What could one little stroking possibly hurt?

He looked at the bars on the cage and hissed at the apparent answer. Yeah. Ash would have a field day with him on this one.

Provided he got out of it. As it stood, he wasn't so sure he was going to make it this time. So long as he wore the collar, his powers as both a Dark-Hunter and a Were-Hunter were seriously restricted. As an Arcadian Were-Hunter, his natural form was human. To be trapped as a cat during the light of day was both painful and extremely disconcerting. Even with the metriazo collar on that inhibited him from using his paranormal powers, there was only so long he could hold this form before his own magick turned on him and killed him.

It was one frightfully sobering thought.

"How's he doing?"

Ravyn narrowed his eyes on the tall, blond male veterinarian who was an Apollite. As a rule, most Apollites stayed out of the war that raged between the Daimons and the Dark-Hunters. It wasn't until Apollites started stealing human souls to elongate their short lives and thereby becoming Daimons that Dark-Hunters bothered with them. After all, that was the whole reason Dark-Hunters had been created. They were the ones who killed the Daimons so that the stolen human souls could be released before the Daimon possession destroyed them.

Obviously this Apollite wanted a head start on being hunted.

The human assistant, who was a short man around the age of thirty with black hair and a shaggy beard, answered. "He's pissed and glaring. What else?" He cocked his head as he studied Ravyn from a safe distance. "You think he's Arcadian or Katagari?"

The vet shrugged before he bent down to look into the cage. "I don't know, but I'm hoping for Arcadian."


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

Sherrilyn Kenyon is a #1 New York Times bestselling author with more than sixteen million copies of her books in print, in over thirty countries. She is the author of the Dark-Hunter novels, which have an international cult following and always appear at the top of The New York Times, Publishers Weekly, and USA Today lists. Writing both as Sherrilyn Kenyon and Kinley MacGregor, she is also the author of several other series, including: The League, Brotherhood of the Sword, Lords of Avalon, The Dream-Hunters and BAD.

Near Nashville, Tennessee, Sherrilyn Kenyon lives a life of extraordinary danger . . . as does any woman with three sons, a husband, and a collection of swords on which all of the above have a major fixation.


New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon is a regular in the #1 spot. This extraordinary bestseller continues to top every genre in which she writes. With more than 40 million copies of her books in print in more than one hundred countries, her current series include The Dark-Hunters, The League, and Chronicles of Nick. Her Chronicles of Nick and Dark-Hunter series are soon to be major motion pictures.

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CleverlyInked More than 1 year ago
Imagine going to the pound to pick up a cat only to a man (sort of) stuck inside the cat. Susan's has been thrown into a world she never new existed. Thank heavens for that her life needed some sprucing. I don't really care for a lot of romance novels because some are just cheesy. I do however Love Love Sherrilyn Kenyon. Her entire Dark Hunters series has me hooked. This one isn't her best but it felt like it was kinda thrown together on this one. Kenyon always manages to mix a bit of ass kicking and some steamy scenes with out it being ridiculous. I will definitely continue to read her books even if this one wasn't her best. As I was saying the Dark Hunters Series is amazing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story of Susan and Ravyn was an entertaining trip within the DH world with cameos from a much different Nick, a torment Ash, and the enigmatic Savitor. The humans are in it withe the Daemons and they are after the DHs of Seatle, but Ravyn stands in their way. Gripping and enjoyable as all of the others in the series, this doesnt disappoint.
GtzLstNRding More than 1 year ago
As I've said before this series has yet to disappoint. This book shows a side of the dark hunters that are were hunters. Susan in this story is hilarious, has quick wit and will leave you smiling and laughing and you don't realize it. I love how Kenyon continues to show other sides of what is going on behind the scenes with Acheron, Savitar and Stryker.
Guest More than 1 year ago
These kind of books dont really grab my attention mostly because i like romance books, but when my friend said it was one of the best books that she has ever read i new that i had to read this book. Mostly because she has really good tast in books.This is the first book i have read in the dark-hunters series, but i am looking into the other books and reading a little about them has gotten me interested in them so i am goind to read them and see if the are as good as this book. I LOVE RAVYN. he is sooo nice to susan and cares about her very much. i wish i could find a man like him!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was hilarious! And a wonderful read, I enjoyed it anyway...
aaokc More than 1 year ago
I love all the books in the Dark Hunter series. I can never wait to read the next one!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another great story from Sherrilyn Kenyon. If you want a book that will give you enough action for you guys to read it and enough steamy romance that the girls can enjoy it this is your storyline. All of Kenyon's book combine action and romance to equal levels that will keep you turning pages until you're done. I started her books in November of 2013 and have already reached book 12 without a single disappointing read, a solid series and a great author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
excellent series very riveting and a serious page turner. hate to put the book down once i start on it.
Laine-librariancanreadtoo More than 1 year ago
When your a reporter you want to write everything that you see, hear and smell. When your a good reporter you get respect. When you are a great reporter, you get the hype. But once that goes down the toilet, you'll know who you call friends. And if that friend happens to be a Dark-Hunter, well honey, you don't have a whole lot of choice. Ravyn's world got sucked into Susan's and there is no turning back. But Ravyn's world over four hundred years ago was shattered because he put his trust in his family and because of a shapeshifter that can cause problems. Susan's world got shattered because of her trust in someone. Now they have to trust each other and it's a riot. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well I've read all the books so far in this series and they kept my interest. This one however is taking me forever. At first I was reading along figuring the story would grow, but I'm on page 190 of 300 and I just can't take anymore. The storyline is very weak and I'm to the point of only being able to read 2-3 pages at a clip, giving up. I keep going back to the book but the story does not improve. I think this is a skipper in the series.
vgillfan1 More than 1 year ago
All in the series are wonderful...she is a great writer
Dollie1 More than 1 year ago
Awesome characters.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good love this series
ChrissieDphoto More than 1 year ago
I can't put these books down. I started reading them in December and I am already up to #11. Kenyon has a great writing style that makes you want to see what happens next. You feel like you know all the characters and become a part of their world. I definitely recommend these books! Hope everyone enjoys them as much as I do. :)
magnolia186 More than 1 year ago
If you enjoy paranormal romance, you should try Sherrilyn Kenyon's Dark Hunter Series. This is the 9th book in the series. In this book we travel to Seattle and meet some new Dark Hunter's and their Squire's & get to experience Nick's return. It's a solid addition to the series and we get to learn a few new things.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was a good read. Nick is going to fall!
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