Kiss of a Demon King (Immortals after Dark Series #7)

Kiss of a Demon King (Immortals after Dark Series #7)

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by Kresley Cole
     
 

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From #1 New York Times bestselling author Kresley Cole comes a spellbinding standalone novel set in the Immortals After Dark universe: the story of a demon king trapped by an enchantress for her wanton purposes—and the scorching aftermath that follows when he turns the tables and claims her as his captive.

His obsession…

Sabine,

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From #1 New York Times bestselling author Kresley Cole comes a spellbinding standalone novel set in the Immortals After Dark universe: the story of a demon king trapped by an enchantress for her wanton purposes—and the scorching aftermath that follows when he turns the tables and claims her as his captive.

His obsession…

Sabine, Sorceress of Illusions: the evil beauty who surrenders her body, but not her heart.

Her downfall…

Rydstrom Woede: the ruthless warrior who vows to keep her at all costs.

They were never supposed to want each other this much...

With each smoldering encounter, their shared hunger only increases. If they can defeat the sinister enemy that stands between them, will Sabine make the ultimate sacrifice for her demon? Or will the proud king lay down his crown and arms to save his sorceress?

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781416580942
Publisher:
Pocket Books
Publication date:
01/20/2009
Series:
Immortals after Dark Series, #7
Edition description:
Original
Pages:
432
Sales rank:
84,672
Product dimensions:
4.20(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.30(d)

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1

Present day

The Tongue and Groove Strip Club, Southern Louisiana

A lap dance for the sexy demon?"

With a firm shake of his head, Rydstrom Woede turned down the half-clad female.

"With a lap like yours, I'll make myself at home," another told him. "For free." She cupped one of her breasts upward and dipped her tongue to her nipple.

That got him to raise an eyebrow, but still he said, "Not interested."

This was one of the low points of his life, surrounded by strippers in a neon-lit Lore club. He was on edge in this ridiculous place, feeling like the worst hypocrite. If his ne'er-do-well brother found out where he'd been, he would never hear the end of it.

But Rydstrom's contact had insisted on meeting here.

When a pretty nymph sidled up behind him to massage his shoulders, he picked up her hands and faced her. "I said no."

The females here left him cold, which confounded him — since he needed a woman beneath him so badly. His eyes must have darkened, because the nymph quickly backed away. About to lose my temper with a nymph? Getting angered at one of her kind for touching him was like scolding a dog for tail wagging at the sight of a bone.

Lately, Rydstrom had been a constant hair trigger's turn from succumbing to rage. The fallen king known for his coolheaded reason, for his patience with others, felt like a bomb about to explode.

He'd been experiencing an inexplicable anticipation — a sense of building, a sense that something big was going to happen soon.

But because this urgency had no discernible source or alleviation, frustration welled in him. He didn't eat, couldn't sleep a night through.

For the last couple of weeks, he'd awakened to find himself thrusting against the pillow or the mattress or even into his own fist, desperate for a soft female below him to ease the strangling frustration he felt. Gods, I need a woman.

Yet he had no time to woo a decent one. Just another conflict battling within him.

The kingdom's needs always come before the king's.

So much was at stake in the fight to reclaim his crown — from Omort the Deathless, a foe who could never be killed.

Rydstrom had once faced him and knew from bitter experience that the sorcerer was undestroyable. Though he'd beheaded Omort, it was Rydstrom who'd barely escaped their confrontation nine hundred years before.

Now Rydstrom searched for a way to truly kill Omort forever. Backed by his brother Cadeon and Cadeon's gang of mercenaries, Rydstrom doggedly tracked down one lead after another.

The emissary he was to meet tonight — a seven-foot-tall pus demon named Pogerth — would be able to help them.

He'd been sent by a sorcerer named Groot the Metallurgist, Omort's half brother, a man who wanted Omort dead almost as much as Rydstrom did. Groot was little better than Omort, but an enemy of my enemy...

Just then, a demoness dressed in black leather with cheap makeup on her horns gave Rydstrom a measuring look as she passed, but he turned away.

He was... curious about wicked females, always had been, but they weren't his type — no matter what Cadeon occasionally threw in his face when they fought.

No, Rydstrom wanted his queen, his own fated female, a virtuous demoness to stand by his side and grace his bed.

For a demon, sex with one's female was supposed to be mind-blowing compared to the random tup. After fifteen centuries, he'd waited bloody long enough to experience the difference.

He exhaled. But now was not the time for her. So much at stake. He knew that if he didn't defeat his enemy this time, his kingdom and his castle would be forever lost.

My home lost. His hands clenched, his short black claws digging into his palms. Omort and his followers had desecrated Castle Tornin. The sorcerer had set himself up as king and welcomed Rydstrom's enemies, granting them asylum. His guards were revenants, walking corpses, the dead raised to life, who could only be destroyed once their master died.

Tales of orgies, sacrifices, and incest in Tornin's once-hallowed halls were legion.

Rydstrom would die before he lost his ancestral castle to beings so depraved, so warped he considered them the most revolting beings ever to walk the earth.

Gods help anyone who crosses me this eve. A ticking bomb —

At last, Pogerth arrived, teleporting inside the bar. The pus demon's skin looked like melted wax and smelled of decay. The gauze he wore under his clothes peeked out at the collar and cuffs of his shirt. He wore rubber boots that he would empty outside in regular intervals, as was polite.

When he sat at Rydstrom's table, it was to a squishing sound. "My lord and master seeks a prize so rare it's almost fabled," he began without preamble. "In return for it, he'll deliver something just as fantastical." Switching to the demon tongue, he asked, "What would you be willing to do for a weapon guaranteed to kill the Deathless One?"

Castle Tornin

The Kingdom of Rothkalina

When a severed head bounced wetly down the steps from Omort's throne dais onto the black runner, Sabine casually sidestepped, continuing past it.

The head belonged to Oracle Three Fifty-Six — as in the number of soothsayers that had been in office since Sabine had come to Tornin.

The scent of blood cloyed as revenants mindlessly cleaned up the matching body.

And Omort, her half brother and king of the plane of Rothkalina, was wiping off his bloody hands — which meant he'd torn the oracle's head from her neck in a fit of rage, piqued no doubt by whatever she'd foretold.

Standing tall and proud in front of his ornate gold throne, he wore a raised armor guard over his left shoulder and a dashing cape on the right. A sword scabbard flanked his hip. Atop his pale hair sat the intricate headwear that served as both a crown and an armor helmet.

He looked suave and sophisticated, and utterly incapable of yanking a woman's head off her body.

Omort had stolen so many powers — pyrokinesis, levitation, teleporting — all seized from his other half siblings before he killed them. Yet he couldn't see the future. The lack often enraged him. "Something to comment about this, Sabine? Growing soft?"

She was the only one who dared defy him in any way, and the creatures at court quieted. Lining the halls were members of many of the factions who allied with the Pravus, Omort's new army.

Among them were the centaurs, the Invidia — female embodiments of discord — ogres, rogue phantoms, fallen vampires, fire demons with their palms aglow... more beings than could be named.

Almost all of them would love to see her dead.

"So hard to find good help these days," she sighed. Sabine could scarcely be expected to feel sympathy for another. For far too many times she'd dragged herself up from a pool of her own blood. "Which is a shame, brother, because without her we are as good as blind."

"Worry not, I will find another seer directly."

"I wish you all the best with that." Soothsayers didn't grow on trees, and already they were wading deep into the recruiting pool. "Is this beheading why you summoned me?" Sabine's tone was bored as she gazed around her. She studiously avoided the mysterious Well of Souls in the center of the court, taking in other details of the opulent throne room.

Her brother had drastically changed it since the rule of the mighty Rydstrom. He'd replaced the demon's austere throne with one made of blazingly bright gold. Tonight, blood lay splattered over the gleaming metal — from the oracle's squirting jugular.

Been there....

On the walls, Omort had hung his colors and his banners emblazoned with his talisman animal: an ouroboros, a snake swallowing its own tail, to represent his deathlessness. Anything simple, he'd made lavish. And yet, this place still didn't suit the outwardly sophisticated Omort.

According to legend, the premedieval Castle Tornin had been created by a divine hand to protect the well, with six bold towers encircling it, and the central court. Though the stones that made up the fortress were rugged, they'd been placed flawlessly. Tornin was perfectly imperfect.

As rough-hewn as its former king was reputed to be.

Omort drew back his cape before sitting. "I summoned you half an hour ago."

"Ah, just so. I recall that now." She and Lanthe had been watching DVDs in Lanthe's solar-powered room. The sisters probably logged seven hours a day watching movies. Alas, cable wasn't forthcoming.

As she passed the Viceroy centaur, Sabine peeked down and asked him, "How's it hanging? Low and to the left, I see. Your left, my right." Though his fury was undisguised, he would never challenge her. She had far too much power here.

She gave him a wink to remind him of just that, then continued to Omort, "I was going to be here on time. But I had something very urgent to take care of."

"Did you really?"

"No." And that was all she'd say on the matter.

Omort stared at her in fascination, his yellow irises glowing. But when she removed her own cape, he seemed to shake himself, casting a disapproving look at her garments — a scanty bandeau top of gold weave, a leather micro-skirt, claw-tipped gauntlets on her hands, and thigh-high boots.

After raking his gaze over her body, Omort settled on her face. She'd drawn her bold scarlet eye paint in the shape of wings that spread out from her lashes up over her brows all the way to her hairline.

In ages past, Omort had wanted to make it law that females of value were to obscure their faces with a traditional silk Sorceri mask instead of mere paint mimicking one, and to cover their bodies entirely.

He'd swiftly learned how Sabine felt about that idea.

"Actually, Omort, I just came to drink my medicine."

"You'll get your dose later," Omort replied, waving a negligent hand.

How easy it was for him to dismiss. He wasn't the one who needed it to keep from dying a horrific death.

"For now, we have something more important to discuss — "

Hettiah, Omort's half sister and Sabine's arch-nemesis, arrived then, hastening up the dais steps to stand beside Omort's throne — her rightful place, since she was his concubine as well as his relation. She must have run here as soon as she'd heard Sabine was at court, frantic to make sure Sabine didn't steal Omort from her.

Hettiah was woefully confused on two points: Omort was Sabine's for the taking, and she would never be taking.

Omort ignored Hettiah utterly, keeping his eyes on Sabine.

"Important to discuss...?" she prompted.

"My spies have long been searching for Groot the Metallurgist and monitoring the activities of his most trusted followers."

Groot lived in hiding from Omort, and was one of only two half siblings outside Tornin who still survived.

"I've just learned that he sent an emissary to meet with none other than Rydstrom Woede."

At last, an intrigue! "Rydstrom and Groot, our two most dangerous enemies allying. This is bad news."

"Something must be done. One of the spies heard the emissary promising a sword forged to kill me."

Everyone at court stilled — including Sabine.

Omort exhaled wearily. "It won't, though. It can't." He almost sounded regretful. "Do you know how many bombs, spells, spears, daggers, and poisons were supposed to have ended me?"

Indeed, Sabine had seen Omort stabbed through the heart, beheaded, and burned to cold ash. And always he rose from a dirty mist like a phoenix, stronger even than before. His very name meant without death.

"But Rydstrom must believe it will work," he said. "The infamously coolheaded demon was seen storming from the meeting, and heard calling his brother Cadeon as he got into his car to speed away toward New Orleans."

"Rydstrom must be on his way to meet him." Cadeon the Kingmaker, a ruthless mercenary. He was rumored to be able to put any king on a throne — except his brother. For centuries, the two had worked together to reclaim Tornin.

Which was now her home. Get over it, demons. Not moving.

Hettiah cleared her throat. "My liege, if the sword can't kill you, then why worry about it?"

"Because the belief is nearly as dangerous," Sabine answered impatiently. "The sword could be seen as a rallying point, used as a propaganda tool." Already little rebellions erupted over the countryside, the demons continuing to clamor for their deposed king.

Clamoring still — after nine centuries.

Sabine often wondered how he'd earned such fervent loyalty. "So it's clear I can't let the brothers meet," she said. "I'll intercept Rydstrom before he can reach the city."

"And then?" Omort said quietly. "What will you do with him?"

"And then I'll kill two birds with one stone," she answered. "This is the prophecy beginning." Just in time for the Accession.

Every five hundred years, that great immortal war took place, and they were on the cusp of it right now.

Her gaze flickered over the mysterious well in the center of the court, strewn with sacrifices — bloody and unidentifiable body parts. Her future depended on unlocking its power. And the demon was the key.

When she faced Omort, his brows drew together, as if he'd thought she would balk at bedding a demon. In fact, she was eager to get this over with — and then to seize the power that was there for the taking.

At last, something to want, to need.

Hettiah asked, "What if the demon resists you?"

Sabine's lips parted. "Have you looked at me lately, Hettiah?" She turned in a circle, a move that left Omort leaning forward on the edge of his throne, and Hettiah sending her murderous glances.

Hettiah wasn't without power. In fact, her ability was neutralizing others' powers. She could erase illusions as easily as Sabine could cast them. Lanthe had nicknamed her Hettiah the Buzz Kill and Aunty-Matter.

"Don't underestimate the demon," Omort finally said. "He's one of the most iron-willed beings I've ever encountered. Don't forget that I faced him — and yet he lives."

Sabine exhaled, trying to keep a rein on her notorious temper. "Yes, but I have unique attributes that make this demon's seduction in the bag."

"You also have a detriment," Hettiah sneered. "You're a freak among the Lore."

It was true she was unique — a virgin seductress. Sabine chuckled at Hettiah's statement, then her expression instantly turned cold when she faced her brother. "Omort, put a muzzle on your pet, or I'll make her one from her intestines." She rapped her silver-tipped claws together, and the sound rang out in the chamber.

Hettiah lifted her chin, but she'd paled. Sabine had in fact plucked an organ from her. On several occasions. She kept them in jars on her bedside table.

But Sabine refrained from this as much as possible, because whenever she fought Hettiah, it seemed to overly excite Omort.

"Besides, if the demon somehow resists this" — Sabine waved her hands over her figure — "I'll have a backup plan." She always had a plan B.

"You'll need it." Hettiah smirked.

Sabine blew her a kiss, the ultimate insult among the Sorceri, who stored poisons in their rings to be mixed into drinks — or blown into the eyes of an enemy.

"Capture him tonight, and then... begin." Omort sounded sickened. Not only was Rydstrom a demon, which most Sorceri viewed as little better than an animal, the fallen king was Omort's blood enemy.

And the time had finally come for Sabine to surrender her virginal — hymenally speaking — body and her womb to the creature. No wonder Omort had gone into a fury with the oracle.

Part of him lusted for the power Sabine could garner. And part of him lusted for her — or for women who resembled her, like the red-haired Hettiah.

He rose then, descending the steps to stand before Sabine. Ignoring Hettiah's huff of dismay — and the warning in Sabine's eyes — he slowly raised his hand to her face.

His bloodstained nails were long, cloudy, and thick. When he pinched her chin, she said in a seething tone, "Now brother, you know I dislike it when men touch my face."

When angered — like now — Sabine's surroundings appeared to rock and explode as though from an earthquake, while winds seemed to gust in tempests. Omort hesitantly released her as the court attendees nervously stamped about.

"I have the coordinates for the road Rydstrom will be traveling," Omort said. "Lanthe can open a portal from the dungeon directly to that location, and you can stop him there. It will be a perfect trap. Unless she's already lost her thresholds power."

Lanthe could still create portals. But her ability was temporarily weakened each time, so she could only manage it once every six days or so. Sabine only hoped she hadn't burned one recently.

"Why don't you call Lanthe in here and ask her yourself?" Sabine said, making him scowl. For some reason, Omort had always loathed being near Lanthe and had decreed that the two sisters would never be together in his presence.

"Exactly how long do I have to set this snare?" she asked.

"You must intercept him within the next two hours."

"I go at once." She had little time to hatch a plot, which irritated her. She adored plotting — devising plans and subplans and contingencies — and half the fun was the anticipation of a trap about to be sprung. She would dream up scenarios for months, and yet now she had only mere hours.

Before she could leave, Omort leaned down and murmured at her ear, "If there were any way around your sleeping with this beast, I would have found it for you."

"I know, brother."

She did believe him in this. Omort would never willingly give her up, because he wanted Sabine all for himself and had since the first time he'd seen her. He'd said there was something in her eyes he'd never seen before — the dark knowledge of what it was like to die. Something he could never know.

He covered her bare shoulder with a clammy hand, sounding as if he'd just stifled a groan at the contact.

"Do — not — touch, Omort." She gritted out the words, making her plaits appear to be striking vipers until he removed his hand. Sometimes she had to remind him that she was as treacherous as the serpents he worshipped.

She turned immediately, giving him her back instead of taking three steps away before turning to exit the chamber. When she passed the well, she darted her gaze to it.

Soon...

"You won't fail me?" he called after her. "Rydstrom must not reach his brother."

"Consider it done," she called back with utter surety. How hard could it be to capture a demon?

Copyright © 2009 by Kresley Cole

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Kresley Cole is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the electrifying Immortals After Dark paranormal series, the young adult Arcana Chronicles series, the erotic Game Makers series, and five award-winning historical romances. A master’s grad and former athlete, she has traveled over much of the world and draws from those experiences to create her memorable characters and settings. You can learn more about her and her work at KresleyCole.com or Facebook.com/KresleyCole. Sign up for Kresley’s email newsletter to receive the latest book release updates, as well as info about contests and giveaways (KresleyCole.com/Newsletter).

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Kiss of a Demon King (Immortals After Dark Series #6) 4.5 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 664 reviews.
OpheliaTX More than 1 year ago
¿Stop your grinnin¿ and drop your linen¿ Kresley Cole has delivered another knock-out punch with her newest Immortals After Dark installment ¿ Kiss of a Demon King. And trust me this is the sexiest yet :) Rydstrom, deposed demon king of Rothkalina, has met his match in the sorceress Sabine, sister of the evil Omort, Rothkalina¿s current ruler. To fulfill a prophecy, Sabine has used her magic to capture and seduce Rydstrom. Of course, Rydstom fights his attraction to the sorceress with everything he has within himself ¿ but it is a losing battle. When the opportunity presents itself Rydstrom turns the tables on Sabine and now she is his prisoner. Rydstrom feels he is entitled to his revenge and plans to do what he wants to Sabine, even though Sabine believes differently. He pledged himself to her and now she has becomes his obsession with an overwhelming need to protect his female. Sabine is used to getting her way and is quite devious, merciless and resourceful when she is not allowed to be in control. They each have their own agendas, Rydstom¿s to regain his kingdom and free his people from Omort¿s tyranny and Sabine to stay alive and protect her sister Melanthe - but their attraction gets in the way.

It¿s a wild ride, poignant, laugh out loud amusing and sexy. For those of you new to Kresley Cole¿s books, lucky you! You¿re in for a treat with her previous installments ¿ A Hunger Like No Other, No Rest for the Wicked, Wicked Deeds on a Winter¿s Night, Dark Needs at Night¿s Edge, Dark Desires After Dusk and don¿t miss the novella in Playing Easy to Get. For those of you who are already fans, score! Another hit! And of course, you¿ll be left anticipating Ms. Cole¿s next wonderful installment
Neverenoughtoread More than 1 year ago
I recently discovered Kresley Cole, and in no time at all I had devoured everything she has written! The Immortals After Dark series is by far the sexiest and most fun series I have ever read. I am banking on this book being every bit as great as the rest!
KellyParRom More than 1 year ago
Immortals after dark is one of my favorite series and I was not let down in the least with this installment. We have been waiting to hear Rydstrom's story since early on and it was all that I could hope for. Kresley Cole's writing is fun, imaginative, and erotic, she makes it easy to relate to the characters and situations. His struggle to regain his kingdom and claim his mate, who was exactly what he wasn't expecting, made this a book that I couldn't or wouldn't put down until the end. She had me on the edge of my seat one moment and laughing out loud the next. I can't wait for the next story from the Lore.
lillY_R0SE More than 1 year ago
Kresley Cole has not taken a wrong step and this installment might just be my favorite of the series thus far. The story centers around Rydstorm Woede, a rage demon, trying to regain this place as King. Rydstorm is captured by Sabine, a sorceress of illusion and sister to the sorcerer who currently hold the crowd to Rydstorm's kingdom. Sabine's main purpose is to be impregnated by Rydstorm since she is Rydstorm's mate. Rydstorm, being the level head and "mission before pleasure" type of guy, refuses to give into his desire for Sabine. Sabine, on the other hand, begins to fall for Rydstorm during her many attempts to seduce him. But is their romance possible? Can Rydstorm truly fall in love with the sister of his enemy? Kresley Cole once again bring us a romance novel that keep readers asking for more IAD installments. Highly recommended novel and a highly recommended series!
jessieLsmb More than 1 year ago
I liked this book but it didn't have the true love aspect that all her other books have. I understand the leading lady had a very hard life but I just couldn't bring myself to like her very much. She was just so mean. But the book had a lot of good parts and it ended very well.... so I can't wait for the next book in the series.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Rydstrom Woede knows how far he has fallen when he rejects the human females¿ offer of a lap dance at the Tongue and Groove Strip Club in Louisiana. The former Demon King of the Rothkalina plane plots to regain his Castle Tornin throne lost to the sorcerer Omort the Deathless who cannot die. Hell he beheaded his foe nine centuries ago and instead of victory Rydstrom was fortunate to escape alive. His current ally Groot is Omort¿s brother who wants the Deathless one dead; Rydstrom¿s theory is simply your enemy¿s enemy, etc.

Omort¿s half-sister Sabine the Sorceress of Illusions is as evil as her siblings with one exception; her need especially when she was a tweener more than a century ago is to protect her younger sister Lanthe from their kin and the Vreckners. When she meets and captures Rydstrom, she makes him prisoner of her body. However, though she knows she needs to deliver his head on a silver platter to Omort, something strange occurs as he somehow conquers her heart: Likewise Rydstrom knows he must kill her before she betrays him, but somehow she has captured his heart and soul (though he doubts he has the latter as that is a human frailty). As they fall in love, both need to team up to survive her family especially Omort, but neither trusts the other; instead they make love, fight foes and anticipate duplicity.

The latest Immortals After Dark saga (See DARK NEEDS AT NIGHT'S EDGE, NO REST FOR WICKED and A HUNGER LIKE NO OTHER) is a wonderful urban romantic fantasy starring two fascinating individuals whose respective morality differs radically from most Americans. The story line is fast-paced from the onset as the demon warrior and the sorceress queen compete for the top position in their relationship. Fans of the Cole mythos will relish this superb entry succinctly summed up at the beginning by Rydstrom: ¿This sorceress might be an evil b*tch, but she¿s my evil b*tch. And I¿ll have no other.¿

Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book wrapped up great and as always, I cant wait to read the next one. But the people who were dissapointed...seriously? It's strange how when the supposed hero turns from bad to good its all sexy and dreamy...i wont disagree there but why is it so "dissapointing" when its a woman that ends being redeemed? Some people just dont understand a good story when reading one.
Leli More than 1 year ago
My second favorite in the series after the first one. And for those who complain about the sex scenes, ummm...really??
LanaGirl More than 1 year ago
This was my first book by this author. After reading the reviews, I thought it would be great. This was a fast paced novel, with interesting characters, and a fun plot. There were some pretty big issues however. I thought the editing was poor. There were times when you would be reading along, and then all of a sudden you would say, "what?" Then you would have to re-read a small passage a few times to understand what she was talking about. Almost like the author got so excited as she was telling the story that she got ahead of herself. I found this numerous times through the book. This book did have a one of a kind plot that I thought was very fun to read. However towards the end she did not flesh out the story. Almost like she had wrote to many pages and had to hurry up and finish. You can read the book in a few days as it's a quick read, but I don't think you will place this in your permanent library. However, it was good enough that I would try the author again. If the same issues are in other books, I wouldn't try another.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Actually, I usually continue to read books whose characters have captivated me. Kresley Cole once again, recaptured the unique character relationships and plot that makes this series great. It started the same time as the previous book, but kept it going and fresh with new twist and plot. At the end, it leaves readers wanting more out of the series and looking forward for more.
ArmyWife More than 1 year ago
This is Rydstrom book and I must say it was very exciting to read but the ending I felt there should have been more to it. I love the Immortals After Dark and just absolutely LOVE the fact Gena Showalter's awesome Lords of the Underworld hotties were mentioned in it!!!! (I have read all the books so for for LOTU) Rydstrom story is exciting to read from start to finish, I couldn't put the book down until I was done! There isn't too much action compare to the other books but it has my thumbs up for IAD Series! Accession going down soon sooo... Will it be the twin Lykae brothers or maybe Regin story with that berserker next? Let's see... I can't wait to see who Ms. Cole will write about next in the Lore!
sannat99 More than 1 year ago
This book is about Rydstorm, the demon king and his fated mate, Sabine, the sorceress/queen of illusions. The dialogue is witty at times and funny also. I'm a big fan of Kresley cole and I've read all of her paranormal series. She is one of the most entertaining authors that i've read. This book falls short at times as the plot is prolonged and boring at different intervals. There were some great scenes, but I didn't think the main characters matched that well. It seemed a story of angry lust rather than profound love. Sabine and Rydstorm are opposites in good and evil and they are supposed to balance each other out. Although I understand this point, I feel that there was a fakeness to this relationship or maybe their interactions were too choppy. Sabine's character is amusing and she grows into a better person, but she is still quite devious. She lacks morality and she's spoiled. I didn't relate to her as much as I tried... Still, I think this book is worth a read, especially if you liked her previous paranormal novel. You see a bit of Cadeon, his brother, but none of the characters from the prior novel.
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She's funny
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My favorite of this series so far!
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Loved the reference Nix makes to Gena Showalter's Lords of the Underworld
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Dommo More than 1 year ago
This was my first book of Kresley Cole and it didn't disappoint. It was refreshing to read of our lead female love interest being a wicked sorceress. Good twist. Of course you knew she had a heart underneath the scheming and "mean" acts. The interaction between her and little Puck was charming. I love a book where the male love interest knows right away the "she's the one" and doesn't fight it! I really enjoy the unfolding of Sabine and Rydstrom's love for each other. I will read other books from Ms. Cole; other books in this Immortals After Dark series.
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fantasyismyrealitty More than 1 year ago
just re-read this today, *sigh* I love this series
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
amazing