Eve of Destruction (Marked Series #2)

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From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Bared to You

For Evangeline Hollis, a scorching one-night stand has led to a divine punishment—the Mark of Cain.

Now reunited, Eve and Cain are working on transitioning their insatiable desire into a tentative new relationship even as she struggles to become a full-fledged Mark—one of thousands of sinners forced to hunt demons as penance. When her training class goes on a field trip to an ...

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Overview

From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Bared to You

For Evangeline Hollis, a scorching one-night stand has led to a divine punishment—the Mark of Cain.

Now reunited, Eve and Cain are working on transitioning their insatiable desire into a tentative new relationship even as she struggles to become a full-fledged Mark—one of thousands of sinners forced to hunt demons as penance. When her training class goes on a field trip to an abandoned military base, things take a dark turn: There’s a demon hidden among them, killing off Eve’s classmates one by one.

To make a bad situation more dangerous, Eve’s body is still adapting to the Mark and the new abilities and challenges that came with it—such as uncontrollable bloodlust…which seems to be inciting another kind of lust altogether.

With Cain out on assignment, Eve’s simmering attraction to his equally sexy brother Abel grows—and Abel is more than willing to take the heat…

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Editorial Reviews

From The Critics
“When we last saw new 'Mark' Eve Hollis she was on the precipice of life and death, so thankfully Day wastes no time jumping back into the fray. This trilogy has a complex mythos that continues to place legendary siblings Cain and Abel at odds. Plenty of action keeps the middle book racing along. Day has a genuine flair for urban fantasy!”

RT Book Reviews

“Great characters and terrific storytelling in a hot-blooded adrenaline ride. A keep-you-up-all-night read.”

—Patricia Briggs, New York Times bestselling author

From the Publisher
"Exhilarating adventure in an edgy world of angels and demons highlights the opener of Day’s Marked trilogy. Dynamic and vibrant, Eve is an impressive protagonist, and her fierce spirit and determination to make the best of her circumstances will keep readers enthralled."—Publishers Weekly

"Day, aka multitalented author Sylvia Day, explodes onto the urban fantasy scene with a new twist on the Cain and Abel story. It’s dark, gritty and sexy to the max, so readers can be thankful the next chapter in this pulse-pounding series is only a month away!"—Romantic Times BOOKreviews

"Great characters and terrific storytelling in a hot-blooded adrenaline ride. A keep-you-up-all-night read."—Patricia Briggs, #1 New York Times bestselling author

"Eve of Darkness is a sizzling, heart-pounding urban fantasy that thrilled and fascinated me from beginning to end. Eve is a smart, spirited heroine I won’t soon forget!"—Jeri Smith-Ready, award-winning author of Wicked Game and Bad to the Bone

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765337498
  • Publisher: Doherty, Tom Associates, LLC
  • Publication date: 1/29/2013
  • Series: Marked Series , #2
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 187,386
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Sylvia Day

SYLVIA DAY is the #1 New York Times and #1 international bestselling author of more than a dozen award-winning novels translated into over three dozen languages. She has been nominated for the Goodreads Choice Award for Best Author and her work has been honored as Amazon's Best of the Year in Romance. She has won the RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Award and been nominated for Romance Writers of America's prestigious RITA award twice. Visit the author at www.sylviaday.com, facebook.com/authorsylviaday, and twitter.com/sylday.

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Eve of Destruction


By Day, S.J.

Tor Books

Copyright © 2009 Day, S.J.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780765360427

Chapter One

Evangeline Hollis woke to the scents of Hell—fire and brimstone, smoke and ashes.

Her nostrils flared in protest. She lay on her back, unmoving, willing her brain to catch up with her circumstances. Licking her lips, she tasted death, the bitterness coating both her tongue and mouth in a thick, immovable wash. Her muscles shifted in an attempt to stretch and a groan escaped her.

What the hell? The last thing she remembered was . . .

. . . being burnt to a crisp by a dragon.

Panic assailed her with the memory, quickly followed by her mind lurching into full awareness. Eve jackknifed up from her sprawled position, sucking in air with such force it was audible. She blinked, but only inky darkness filled her vision. Her hand reached up to her arm and her fingertips found the raised brand there. The Mark of Cain—a triquetra surrounded by a circlet of three serpents, each one eating the tail of the snake before it. The eye of God filled the center.

The mark burned whenever she took the Lord's name in vain—which was often—and whenever she lied, which was less often but useful on occasion. When dealing with Satan's minions, playing dirty leveled the playing field.

Where the fuck am I? In her upright position, the smoky stench in the air was magnified. Her nose wrinkled.

Maybe I'm in Hell? Asa longtime agnostic, she still struggled with facing the reality of God. Heaven, Hell, souls . . . They were concepts that couldn't be explained with reason.

Besides, if there was a merciful God and a Heaven, she'd be there. She had only been cursed with the Mark of Cain for six weeks and she hadn't yet been properly trained in how to kill Infernals, but during that short time she had eradicated a tengu infestation, killed a Nix, and managed to vanquish a dragon. She'd also helped put a lid on a major new threat to the good guys—a concoction of some sort that allowed Infernals to temporarily hide in the guise of mere mortals. And she'd managed to get Cain and Abel to work together for the first time since they were kids.

If all that wasn't enough to save her soul, she would take her chances with the Devil. Maybe he'd have a better sense of fair play.

As Eve's mind struggled to catch up with her present, the sound of singing penetrated the fog of her thoughts. She couldn't understand a word, but it was familiar all the same. The language was Japanese; the voice, her mother's.

The idea of sharing Hell with her mother was oddly both comforting and chilling.

Eve's hands clenched tentatively, testing the soft surface beneath her, attempting to discern where she was. She felt satin, like the sheets on her bed. A cool breeze touched her brow and Eve's vision exploded into living color. She jerked violently in surprise.

She was in her bedroom, sitting atop her king-size bed. As if her senses had been muted, the steady crashing of waves against the Huntington Beach shoreline increased in volume. The soothing rhythm drifted down the hall from her living room balcony and brought welcome relief.

Home. As her tension dissipated, Eve's shoulders relaxed. Then, a brief glimmer in the periphery of her vision made her turn her head.

Lifting her arms to shield her eyes from the blinding light, she barely made out the silhouette of a winged man standing in the corner between her bleached pine closet doors and her dresser. Eve blinked back an unusually thick wash of tears. She risked another glance at the angel and found that, once again, her mark enhancements knew what to do even when she didn't. Her arms lowered. She could see him now without damage to her vision.

The angel was tall, with brawny arms and legs displayed by a knee-length, sleeveless robelike garment. The gown was white and belted with a tan braid. The black combat boots with wicked spikes running up and down the outside were a surprise, as was the impossible perfection of his features. His jaw was square and bold, his hair dark and restrained in a queue at his nape. His irises shimmered like blue flame, and he had an air about him that warned her to keep on his good side.

His gaze lowered to her chest. Hers followed. She was nude.

"Yikes!" Grabbing the top sheet, Eve yanked it up to her neck.

Miyoko Hollis appeared in the doorway, buried in an armful of laundry.

"Hey, you're awake," her mother called out, her voice flavored with a Japanese accent.

"I guess so." Eve was so happy to see her mom, her eyes burned. "It's good to see you."

"Eh, you say that now." Striding toward the bed with the brisk stride of a retired nurse, Miyoko was a compact whirlwind of energy, a tornado that often left Eve feeling exhausted. "You didn't move a muscle for a while. I nearly thought you were dead."

Eve had been dead, that was the problem. "What day is it?"

"Tuesday."

Another noxious breeze assaulted her nostrils and Eve waved a hand in front of her face. Her gaze found the source on her dresser—an incense stick.

"What ever fragrance that is," Eve muttered, inwardly reeling that she had lost two days of her life, "it stinks."

Miyoko moved to the end of the bed and dumped the still-warm pile of clothes onto the comforter. She wore Hello Kitty pajamas—pink flannel pants and a T-shirt that had a giant Hello Kitty face on the front. With her black hair in pigtails and her unlined face, she looked more like Eve's sibling than a parent. She also acted as if she owned the place, which she didn't. Darrel and Miyoko Hollis lived in Anaheim—home of Disneyland, California Adventure, and Eve's childhood. Still, whenever her mother visited, Eve found herself fighting for her place as alpha female in her own house.

Eve watched her mother walk right past the angel without batting an eye. Standing with crossed arms, widespread legs, and folded wings, he was impossible to ignore . . .

Unless you couldn't see him.

"Aromatherapy aids healing," Miyoko pronounced.

"Not when it smells like shit. And why are you doing my laundry again? I wish you could come over and just relax."

"It's not shit. It's jasmine-chamomile. And I am doing your laundry because it was piled up. Can't relax in a messy house."

"My house is never messy." Her mom did laundry every time she came over, despite the fact that at twenty-eight years of age Eve was perfectly capable of doing her own. No matter how spotless her condo might be, her mother cleaned it—rearranging everything to her liking in the process.

"Was, too," her mother argued. "You had an over-flowing basket by the washing machine and a sink full of dirty dishes."

Eve pointed at the boxer briefs, men's shirts, and towels in the pile. "Those aren't my clothes. The dishes aren't mine either."

She wondered what her mother would do if she learned that she was washing Cain and Abel's clothes. The brothers went by the names Alec Cain and Reed Abel now, but they were still the siblings of biblical legend.

"Alec has been using all the towels and leaving his clothes on the bathroom floor." Miyoko's tone was starkly chastising. No man was good enough for Eve. They all had some flaw in her mother's eyes, no matter how small. "And both he and your boss get new glasses every time they have a drink."

"Alec lives next door. Why doesn't he go mess up his place?"

"You're asking me?" Her mother snorted. "I still don't know why Reed spends so much time at your house. It's not natural. Or why your boyfriend is CEO of a corporation like Meggido Industries, but I've never seen him in a suit."

The thought of Alec in a suit made Eve smile. "When you run the place and you're good at it, you can wear what ever you want."

Eve stretched gingerly, wincing at the lingering tenderness in her spine. Then, she hollered, "Alec!"

"Don't yell."

"It's my house, Mom."

"Men don't like to be yelled at."

"Mom . . ." She heaved out a frustrated breath. "What do you care, anyway? He leaves towels on the bathroom floor."

It was a pet peeve of Eve's, too, but she didn't think it made a man unsuitable for marriage.

"It's inconsiderate," Miyoko groused. "And unhygienic."

Eve glanced at the angel, embarrassed to have him witness their squabbling. His burning gaze met hers, then his nose wrinkled.

"Mom!" Eve's tone was more urgent. "Put that incense out, please. I'm serious. It stinks."

Miyoko grunted, but moved to tamp out the incense stick. "You're difficult."

"And you're stubborn, but I love you anyway."

"You're awake," Alec interjected, walking through the open bedroom door. He stared at her with fathomless eyes, his gaze darting over her in search of any cause for concern. "You scared me, angel," he said gruffly.

Angel. It was a pet name only he ever used. Every time she heard it, her toes curled. Alec's voice was velvet smooth and capable of turning a reading of Hawking's A Brief History of Time into an orgasmic experience.

Dressed in long shorts and white tank, he looked hotter than most men did in a tuxedo. His black hair was a little too long and his stride boasted a bit of a swagger, but no matter what he wore or how casually he moved, he looked like someone you didn't want to piss off. It was the hunter in him, the predator. Alec killed for a living and he excelled at it.

He was the reason she'd been marked. He was also her mentor.

His brother Reed entered the room behind him. Their features were similar enough to betray them as siblings, but they were otherwise as different as night and day. Reed favored Armani suits and sharp haircuts. Today he wore graphite gray slacks and a black dress shirt open at the throat and rolled up at the wrists. He was her superior.

Every Mark had a handler, a mal'akh—an angel—directly responsible for assigning them to targets. Reed had once likened the mark system to the judicial system. The archangels were the bail bondsmen, Reed was her dispatcher, and she was a bounty hunter. She wasn't a very good one . . . yet. But she was learning and trying.

In the meantime, Reed was responsible for her assignments and for peripherally ensuring her safety. As her mentor, Alec's sole responsibility—under usual circumstances—was keeping her alive. But God had been unwilling to lose the talents of his most established and powerful enforcer. Alec cut a deal to be with her, and the result was that Reed often had more liability where she was concerned. Considering the festering animosity between the two brothers, the setup was fucked all around.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Ms. Hollis," Reed greeted. He smiled his cocky smile, but his dark eyes held an uncertainty Eve found endearing. He had no idea what to make of his feelings for her. Since she was in a relationship with his brother, she couldn't help him with that. She tried not to think about her feelings for him. It was just too complicated. Her life was already a disaster of biblical proportions.

Both men spotted the angel in the corner, who stood unmoving. They bowed slightly in deference.

Because Miyoko was too busy glaring at Eve, she failed to catch the gesture. Eve used her job as an interior designer as an excuse for Reed's frequent visits. As far as her family knew, she worked from home most days and if Reed wanted to see what she was up to, stopping by was the best way to do it. But Miyoko didn't believe the lie. She assumed all male interior designers were gay and Reed was most definitely not. Eve had no idea what her mother thought was really going on, but she knew the obvious animosity between the two men was fodder for suspicions.

Alec's smile warmed her from the inside. "How are you feeling?"

"Thirsty."

"I'll get you some ice water," Reed offered.

She smiled. "Thank you."

Alec bent and pressed his lips to her forehead. "Are you hungry?"

"A banana would be nice." She caught his wrist before he could draw away. "I had a dream. A nightmare. I was killed by a dragon."

"Your subconscious is trying to tell you something," her mother interrupted. "But you couldn't have dreamt you died. I heard if you die in your dreams, you die in real life."

"I think that's a myth."

"There is no way to know," Miyoko argued as she folded laundry. "If it happened to you, you would be dead and couldn't tell us."

Alec sat on the edge of the bed, watching Eve with an alert gaze. He knew she couldn't say what she meant while her mother was in the room.

"It's over now," he soothed. "You're safe."

"It was so real . . . I don't understand how I'm sitting here now."

"We'll talk later, after you've had a chance to eat." He squeezed her hand. His expression held the softness he showed only to her. "Let me get you that banana."

He left, and her mom returned to the side of the bed. Leaning over, Miyoko whispered loudly, "He fights with your boss. About everything. You would think they were married. Too much testosterone in those two. Not enough brains."

The angel made a choked noise.

"Mom . . ." Eve glanced at the corner. He looked pained. It was an expression her father wore often.

Miyoko straightened and gathered up the now-folded clothes. "A thoughtful man would carry sunscreen to the beach. He wouldn't let you get burned."

Sunburned at the beach. Eve snorted at the excuse. If only she'd been bedridden for something so simple. "I can count on one hand the number of guys I've seen carry sunscreen."

"A good man would," her mother insisted.

"Like Dad?"

"Sure."

"I've never seen Dad with sunscreen."

"That's not the point."

"I thought it was."

Eve loved her father, she really did. Darrel Hollis was a good ol' boy from Alabama with an even-keeled temper and a gentle smile. He was also oblivious. Retired now, he rose at dawn, watched television or read, then went back to bed after dinner. The most unexpected thing he had ever done was marry a foreign exchange student (and Eve suspected her mother hadn't given him much choice in the matter).

"Stop dating pretty boys," Miyoko admonished, "and find someone stable."

Eve shot a beseeching glance at the angel in the corner. He sighed and stepped closer. His voice had a soothing resonance no mortal could create.

"You want to replant the flowers in the pots by your front door," he whispered in Miyoko's ear. "You will go to the nursery, then home, where you will spend the rest of the afternoon indulging in your passion for gardening. Evangeline is fine and no longer needs you."

Her mother paused, her head tilting as she absorbed the thoughts she assumed were her own. The gift of persuasion. Eve hadn't mastered that one yet.

"You should get a spa pedicure, too," Eve added. "You deserve it."

Miyoko shook her head. "I don't need—"

"Get a pedicure," the angel ordered.

"I think I'll get a pedicure," Miyoko said.

"With flowers painted on your big toes," Eve went on.

The angel shot her a quelling glance.

Eve winced. "If you want," she amended quickly.

Alec returned with the banana. Standing by her bed, he peeled it, arresting her with the sight of his flexing biceps.

"I'm going home," her mom said suddenly. "The laundry is done, the dishes washed. You're fine. You don't need me."

"Thank you for everything." Eve intended to stand and hug her mother, but remembered that she was naked between her satin sheets.

Miyoko waved her off and headed toward the door. "Let me change first and get my stuff together, then I'll say good-bye."

Reed's voice rumbled down the hallway and swept over Eve's skin like the warm caress of the sun. "Let me help you with that, Mrs. Hollis."

Eve looked at Alec, who resumed his seat on the edge of her bed. Then, she glanced at the angel. "Hi."

"Hello, Evangeline." He stepped forward, his heavy boots making no sound on the hardwood floor. He had an inordinate number of feathers and appeared to have three pairs of wings. He was beyond impressive; he was the most perfectly gorgeous creature she had ever seen.

"Who are you?" she asked before taking a bite of the fruit. The first chunk was swallowed almost whole, followed immediately by another. Her stomach growled, reiterating that the mark burned a ton of calories and she was expected to keep up by eating frequently.

"Sabrael."

Chewing, she glanced at Alec again.

"He is a seraph," he explained.

Her eyes widened and she chewed faster, embarrassed to be naked in such company. The seraphim were the highest ranking angels, far above the seven archangels who managed the day-to-day operations of the mark system here on Earth. Alec was a mal'akh—the lowest rank of angel—as was his brother. Eve was a lowly Mark, one of thousands of poor suckers drafted into godly ser vice for perceived sins. They worked for absolution by hunting and killing Infernals who'd crossed the line one too many times. A bounty was earned for every successful vanquishing, indulgences that went toward the saving of Mark souls.

"Can I get dressed?" she asked, wiping her mouth with the tips of her fingers.

Alec stood and took the empty peel from her. "Sabrael won't leave until he speaks with you. Celestials have a different view of nudity than mortals do. Tell me what you need and I'll get it."

Eve directed him to a beach cover-up that hung in her closet. It was made of pale blue terry cloth and sported a hood, short sleeves, and a pouch in the front. Alec dropped it over her head, and she shoved her various body parts through the appropriate openings.

"Okay, Sabrael," she began, brushing her hair back from her face. "Why are you here?"

"The better question would be: Why are you here, Evangeline? You should be dead."

She bit back a groan. Another riddle. It seemed all the angels spoke in them, except for Alec and Reed. Those two spoke so bluntly she'd be perpetually blushing if not for the mark, which prevented her body from wasting energy. "I thought I was."

"You were. But Cain claims you have knowledge we need."

Eve looked at Alec. "You brought me back from the dead to grill me for information?"

Sabrael's arms crossed in front of his massive chest. "You were going someplace where we would not have been able to ask you. It was the only way."

Her gaze moved heavenward. "You're not winning any brownie points with me," she called out.

"It is not your place to demand Jehovah prove himself to you," Sabrael said in a terrible voice.

"You said we missed something in Upland," Alec prompted, his fingers lacing with hers.

She thought back to her last assignment—vanquishing an Infernal in one of the men's bathrooms at Qualcomm Stadium. Alec had taken her out on their first "date"—a Chargers versus Seahawks football game. Reed had come along and said it was time to parlay her classroom instruction into the field.

"A wolf," she murmured.

"What?"

"I assigned her to a werewolf," Reed said from the doorway. He approached the opposite side of the bed and passed a chilled bottle of water across the expanse to Eve. "A kid. Easy pickings."

"Only it wasn't a wolf," Alec retorted. "And it sure as shit wasn't easy."

"But there was one there," Eve explained. "One of the kids we spotted in the convenience store in Upland."

Upland. She'd never think of the town the same way again. They had been sent there on an investigation. Just as Marks bore the Mark of Cain on their arms, Infernals bore "details" that betrayed what species they were, and what their rank in Hell's hierarchy was. Sort of like military insignia. They also reeked of rotting souls, which made them easy to detect. When Eve stumbled across an Infernal who bore no details and no stench, she and Alec had been tasked with discovering how that was possible. They'd found that a masking agent had been created, a concoction that could potentially tip the balance between good and evil enough to set off Armageddon.

The operation had been run out of a masonry in Upland. The place was gone now, blown to smithereens when Eve shoved a water demon into a fired-up kiln. But it appeared the original problem still remained to be dealt with. The dragon had been odor-free, a condition made possible only by the mask.

"He said the Alpha sent him," she went on. "They wanted me dead as retaliation for the death of his son."

Alec's face took on a hardened cast that chilled her blood. "Charles."

"The bigger issue," she said quickly, "was that the dragon he brought with him didn't stink or have any details."

"There has to be more of the masking agent somewhere," Reed said. "A stockpile or a new batch."

"Perhaps the mask is permanent?" Sabrael suggested.

"No, it wears off. I saw it happen."

The seraph's gaze moved to Alec. "You did not smell the Infernal either?"

"I told you, I didn't pay attention." Alec continued to focus his attention on Eve. The muscle in his arm twitched just below the mark, as if it pained him, and she knew immediately what he was doing—he was lying. The mark burned when sins were committed.

Turning his head to look at Sabrael, Alec said, "I haven't been trained as a mentor. I don't know how to focus on both the target and Eve at once. I only know how to hone in on her."

To bring her back from the brink of Hell, he'd lied to someone in power. A seraph. Or maybe God himself. Alec would pay for that . . . somehow, some way. And now he was lying again. For her.

Her grip on his hand tightened until she was white knuckled, but he didn't complain.

Miyoko bustled back into the room, her gaze narrowing at the sight of the two men on either side of Eve's bed. "Okay, I'm ready to go."

Alec stood so Eve could get out of bed, but he held her back when it became clear that she was too dizzy to complete the effort. She held out her arms for a hug instead.

"When did you get your scar removed?" her mother asked as she bent over.

Her fingers brushed over the Mark of Cain. All of Eve's childhood scars had been removed with the mark. Her body was a temple now. It ran like a well-oiled machine—precise and without deviations such as sweating, a racing heartbeat, or labored breathing. Except when sex was involved. Then everything worked in full mortal fashion. It made orgasms as addicting as a drug, since it was the only time a Mark could get "high."

Eve frowned when her mother didn't say anything about the mark on her deltoid. Her younger sister Sophia's first tattoo had been lamented with the statement, "You used to be such a beautiful baby."

"I get a tattoo," Eve said dryly, "and you're worried about a mole?"

"You got a tattoo?" her mother screeched. "Where?"

Eve blinked and looked down at her arm. She glanced at Alec who shook his head.

Her mother couldn't see it.

Sadness settled over Eve, weighing her down. The barrier between her and her old life wasn't just meta-phorical.

"Just kidding," Eve husked, her throat tight.

"That was terrible," her mother complained, pushing her gently in recrimination. "I almost cried."

They hugged, and her mother straightened. "I made some onigiri. It's in a container by the coffeemaker."

"Thank you, Mom."

Reed moved to the door. "I'll help you carry your things down, Mrs. Hollis."

Miyoko beamed. Eve's condo was on the upper floor and the carport was subterranean.

"Kiss ass," Alec muttered, as they left.

Eve smacked him. "She needs help."

"I was going to help her, if he hadn't jumped all over her."

Sabrael cleared his throat. "You will hunt the Alpha wolf, Cain."

There was a long moment of stunned silence, then, "Eve is in training."

"And she will remain that way," the seraph assured. "The classroom is the safest place for her to be, but you must go."

Alec shook his head. "No way. You can't separate a mentor/Mark pair."

"Charles Grimshaw is connected to the Infernal mask. His son was at the masonry where the concoction was being manufactured and the masked dragon that killed Evangeline was sent at his behest. Time is of the essence. He must be put down before he causes more damage. Your agreement was that you would still perform individual hunts as well as your mentored ones."

Alec ran both hands through his dark hair. "Once it becomes known that she's still alive, they will hunt her. She'll need me nearby to protect her."

"Raguel has full use of his gifts at the moment. I doubt even you can offer better protection than an archangel in full regalia. Also, don't forget that you are earning double indulgences for every vanquishing. Killing an Infernal of Grimshaw's prominence will advance you by years."

Alec's jaw tightened. "And I'm just supposed to say, 'Sorry, angel. I'm off to save my own ass, so you're on your own'?"

Eve winced.

"I'll be okay," she reassured, her thumb brushing soothingly over his palm. "Shouldn't be any trouble at all. You and Reed can go about your business without worrying. We all know Gadara won't allow anything bad to happen to me, since he needs me to bully you two."

"That doesn't mean," Reed drawled as he returned, "that we're not going to worry. You always manage to find trouble."

She almost argued that Gadara liked to shove her face first into trouble just to irritate Alec, but that wouldn't make them feel better.

"I especially don't like that this week is field training," Alec said, glancing at Reed. "It's one thing to be in Gadara Tower. It's another to be out in the open."

"Fort McCroskey is a military base," Sabrael said. "A closed base."

"It still has a military presence, and Raguel will travel with his entourage of guards."

Eve frowned at all three men. "What are you talking about?"

Reed explained. "Raguel is taking your class up to Northern California. There's a former Army base there that he likes to use for field exercises."

Eve groaned inwardly. A week-long trip with a class of newbie Marks who resented her for having the infamous Cain as a mentor and the equally revered Abel as a handler. She figured the coming week would be as much fun as a Brazilian wax.

"Doesn't the Alpha live in Northern California?" she asked.

Alec nodded. "A couple hours north of the base. Fort McCroskey is near Monterey, the Grimshaw pack is nearer to Oakland."

"A couple of hours' drive is quite convenient," Sabrael pointed out. "You could have been sent on assignment to the other side of the world."

"You can't make me like this," Alec bit out. "But I'll take Eve up to Monterey, then continue on."

Reed grinned. "I'll keep a close eye on her while Cain is busy."

"You have an Infernal to classify," Sabrael reminded him. "You both must trust that Raguel will see to Evangeline's safety."

Eve sighed. "Anyone want to switch places?"

"Sorry, babe," Reed said. "Mark training isn't a place to play hooky."

"She's not your babe," Alec snapped.

Reed held both hands up in a gesture of surrender that was belied by the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Their feud wasn't helped by her past intimacy with Reed. That happened before Alec had reentered her life, so he didn't hold it against her. But to say that he didn't trust his brother to be within a mile of her would be an understatement.

Alec looked at Eve, his features softening. "You'd rather hunt real demons than pretend to?"

"Maybe I was resurrected with a different personality," she suggested. "Like Invasion of the Body Snatchers."

"Or maybe you're pissed off at getting killed, and want a little payback."

Her mouth tilted at the corners. How well he knew her.

"But if you are a pod person," he continued, "you have great taste in bodies."

A tingle moved through her. His wink told her he knew it.

"Four more weeks, angel. Then we'll tear 'em up."

Four more weeks of class, one of which was a camp-out. Eve sighed. She was definitely back among the living.

Hell would have more direct means of torture.

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  • Posted February 28, 2013

    This book. THIS BOOK. I thought Eve of Destruction was going to

    This book. THIS BOOK. I thought Eve of Destruction was going to kill me. The story picks up soon after Eve of Darkness ends, and did not quit surprising me and holding me on the edge until the very end.

    I was a little worried at the beginning of Eve of Destruction. Second books in a series, particularly Urban Fantasy, sometimes feel a bit lacking to me. The world has been established. The characters have been formed. It's time to get to business. I did not feel let down at all in this installment of the Marked series. Eve has survived her first few weeks of being a Mark; now she must train. Her training sends her off to a "boot camp", where she is under the guidance of her Archangel. Training doesn't go as planned, at all. In fact, things are going to hell, in the literal sense. Marks are dying, in a supposedly safe environment, and Eve needs to figure out who is behind the carnage, or she will be next. What's worse is that her guys, Cain and Abel, aren't there to save her now.

    Cain and Abel. These two... man, I can't even believe how much I like these guys. They have been at odds since the beginning, and I love the way the antagonize one another. In the last book, I couldn't decide which guy I liked the best, but I think I'm totally Team Alec Cain. He is so sexy and fun and I honestly believe he is so in love with Eve. As for Reed Abel, I do like him, too. I think there's a lot more going on with him than I originally thought, though we don't get much from his point of view. Despite being the "good" brother, he is definitely a little rough(er) around the edges when it comes to Eve. And though she wants to be with Cain, she is without a doubt drawn to Abel and his wicked ways. The chemistry between Eve and the brothers is intense. And deliciously complicated. She loves one, but is drawn to both. I was a little sad that Eve of Destruction had fewer steamy moments (no judging me), but I did love what few moments I got.

    Eve of Destruction had a HUGE plot twist that I did not think would come until further down the road. I was completely blindsided, and I felt majorly distraught. But, I have to say, that it was well played by Day, because I am dying, DYING for Eve of Chaos. That book will be a drop everything and read for me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2013

    Great second book

    I cant wait for the next book! Just couldnt put it down

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  • Posted July 18, 2009

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    Fabulous Best in a long time

    Reading is very difficult for me I have dyslexia and it takes me six months to a year to read a book usually. But Eve of Destruction I read in three days which surprised me and my son. They story was very engaging and Kept my interest. Although some of the concepts are inaccurate biblically the story and characters are great and I would highly recommend the marked series. S.J. Day has a way of telling a story that you think you know the people in the story by the time you finish. If I could create a story as wonderful as she does I would be blessed thank you S.J. Day for sharing with us your talents.

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    Posted June 16, 2014

    Killblood

    Pads off to assasin res 1

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2014

    Bloodsong aka the Assasain

    Name: Bloodsong. Nickname: Assasain. Fur: grey. Eyes: red. Does: assasaination, raids, NOT forcemating. Im not a perv. Other: ask

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    Posted June 10, 2014

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    Posted June 10, 2014

    The kill Bios

    The kill bios

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 31, 2013

    Vinestar

    She showed her bloddy teeth. Her patchy broqn and white fuf turned silver for a secong then she turned to normal "ill bring these clans dosn!"

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  • Posted April 22, 2013

    loved all 3 books

    loved all 3 books

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  • Posted September 19, 2012

    Evangline or Eve Hollis didn't expect to be Marked six weeks ago

    Evangline or Eve Hollis didn't expect to be Marked six weeks ago but that's exactly what happened. She is Alec Cain's apple or temptation that he couldn't resist when she was eighteen years old and now. Cain is from the Bible, the original Mark, and along with his brother Reed Abel, who is mal'akh and Eve's handler. Raguel is an archangel with a hidden agenda that includes keeping both Cain and Abel under his command in the Mark system thru Eve. Archangels are given their full celestial powers for one week out of the year and Raguel has his. He plans to use the time to get Eve to trust him more than both famous brothers before the week is out. Eve doesn't trust or have faith in Raguel and God because she's agnostic yet she can't relate her new image of Raguel with his secular image. Eve and her fellow Marks are going to a military base called Fort McCloskey for their additional training. Eve feels isolated from the rest of the trainees partly because of her relationship with Cain, who is also her untrained mentor thru the Marked System, and thru Raguel making her be teacher's pet. Eve has an uneasy feeling about the upcoming training session on the military base that she can't shake and on top of that she's feeling sick but Raguel denies this fact like he does everything else. Reed and another mal'akh Mariel are investigating unknown Infernal that is killing experienced Marks. They go to Australia to meet the handler of the Mark that was killed and discover disturbing evidence about the killings. Yet the archangels are notorious for their infighting amongst themselves and now is not the time for their infighting ways. Meanwhile back at the military base unexpected things are happening which sets Eve on edge even more so than before. What kind of game is Raguel playing? What is killing powerful Marks? What is really going on with Eve? Can this new Infernal be found? Can Reed and Alec protect Eve? Your answers await you in Eve of Destruction.

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  • Posted November 12, 2009

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    The 2nd book in the series is just as captivating as the first. More action and adventure with a mystery to solve.

    Eve is very busy in this second novel in the series. She is undergoing her training as a Mark but, the training becomes more real than Cain or Abel like or want.

    There is a lot more character development. There is also a lot of intrigue. Some readers may not be comfortable with the idea that the guardian angels aren't as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside. Somehow it seems that Earth's petty problems rise up into the heaven's.

    What I particularly liked is that none of the author's solutions to the characters' dilemmas seemed contrived or fabricated, they were a natural extension of knowledge and logic. In other words they were internally consistent.

    (See my review on the first novel for the recommended reading.)

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  • Posted September 7, 2009

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    Change

    The second book in the Marked series has Eve changing from the fledgling Mark she was to a full Mark. She has to face infurnals she has already killed and the fact that Alec has changed as well. With Alec out of her life who will she turn to?

    All three books in the series so far have been wonderful, but this one would have to be the one where Eve has the second biggest change in her life after initially getting Marked.

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  • Posted June 5, 2009

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    Great second installment!

    After what seemed like forever (but was in reality about a month), I finally got my hands on a copy of Eve of Destruction, which is book two of the new Marked series by S.J. Day. I absolutely loved the first book, Eve of Darkness. It was truly exceptional, especially when you take into account that it was the first book of a new series in the increasingly crowded Urban Fantasy Genre. I am happy to say that the bar that was set in book one was actually exceeded in book two.

    At the conclusion of Eve of Darkness, our heroine Evangeline Hollis found herself burned to death by a dragon. In chapter one of Eve of Destruction, she finds herself waking up in her own bed. How is this possible? When your main squeezes are Cain and Abel of biblical fame, you have a little more clout than your average run of the mill mortal. And Eve isn't about to argue with her return to the realm of the living. With vivid memories of her own death clear in her mind, she has never been more grateful for her new status as a Mark.

    With a new lease on life, Eve is quickly whisked away to complete her training as a Mark (along with the rest of the newbies). Upon arrival at the training center, things go bad almost immediately. Eve feels feverish (despite the fact that Marks are not susceptible to human ills) and altogether not herself. Not to mention the fact that one of the Marks-in-training is brutally slaughtered during the first training exercise. With no real clues to go on, the newbies are all on edge. And since there is no love lost between Eve and her classmates (they are jealous of her personal life on several levels), she finds herself becoming a solo detective, and not entirely willingly.

    Eve of Destruction was exactly what I hoped it would be and more. Fast paced (but not rushed), exciting, and full of sexual tension between Eve and the two eternally rivaling brothers, it was impossible to put down. One of my favorite aspects of the book was that all of the characters were true to their initial portrayal in book one. It was great to see that neither Cain or Abel was willing to relinquish their struggle with each other or God in order to have an easy relationship with Eve. And that Eve was unwilling to sacrifice any part of herself to be with either brother. Overall, Eve of Destruction gets a five star rating from me. I am going to be on pins and needles until Eve of Chaos is released at the end of the month.

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