Tall, Dark, and Deadly: Seven Bad Boys of Paranormal Romance

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ISBN-13: 9781622666423
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 05/19/2014
Series: Entangled Edge
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 1800
Sales rank: 232,487
File size: 5 MB

About the Author

Laura Kaye
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Laura Kaye has written nearly a dozen books in contemporary and paranormal romance. She grew up amid family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses, cementing her lifelong fascination with the supernatural and storytelling. Laura lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

Lisa Kessler
Lisa Kessler is an award-winning author of dark paranormal fiction. Her debut novel, Night Walker, won a San Diego Book Award for best Fantasy-Sci-fi-Horror, and many other awards. Her short stories have been published in print anthologies and magazines, and her vampire story, Immortal Beloved, was a finalist for a Bram Stoker award. Lisa lives in southern California with her husband and two amazing kids. Visit her at Lisa-Kessler.com.

Sarah Gilman
Sarah Gilman started her first novel in third grade. She never finished that story, but never gave up the dream. Her fascination with wings also began at that age, when images of the ancient Egyptian goddess Isis captured her imagination and never let go. Now a paranormal romance writer, she employs her love of writing to bring the allure of winged creatures to the pages of her novels. Sarah lives in Vermont with her supportive husband and two spoiled cats.

Jessica Lee
Jessica Lee is a multi-published, bestselling author who lives in the southeastern United States with her husband and son. She was also thrilled to be the winner of the 2011 Epic eBook award in Paranormal Erotic Romance.

Jessica loves writing and can't wait for that quiet time each day when her son is in school, and she can get lost in another place and world with the fantastical, sexy creatures in her head.

She's a member of Romance Writers of America and Carolina Romance Writers

Boone Brux
As a multi-published and an award winning writer, Boone's books drips with experiences from real life. Addicted to anything that might make a good story, she weaves tales that range from dark fantasy to humorous romance. Settled in the icy regions of Alaska with the love of her life and twin daughters, it's not uncommon to find her tapping away on her iPad on a windy beach or the barren tundra. Be warned, anyone and every even is fodder for one of Boone's novels.

Rosalie Lario
Formally a corporate and real-estate lawyer, Rosalie Lario practiced law for five years before finally admitting to herself that it wasn't nearly as fun as dreaming up stories. As an avid reader of romances and supernatural stories, she knew she wanted to write urban fantasy and paranormal romance. Tales of vampires, demons, and other supernatural beings ensued. When not writing, she enjoys spending time with her husband and son in her home state of Florida.

Nina Croft
Nina Croft grew up in the north of England. After training as an accountant, she spent four years working as a volunteer in Zambia, which left her with a love of the sun and a dislike of 9-5 work. She then spent a number of years mixing travel (whenever possible) with work (whenever necessary) but has now settled down to a life of writing and picking almonds on a remote farm in the mountains of southern Spain.

Nina writes all types of romance often mixed with elements of the paranormal and science fiction.

Nina Croft grew up in the north of England. After training as an accountant, she spent four years working as a volunteer in Zambia, which left her with a love of the sun and a dislike of nine-to-five work. She's since then spent a number of years mixing travel (whenever possible) with work (whenever necessary), and has settled down to a life of writing and picking almonds on a remote farm in the mountains of southern Spain.

Nina writes all types of romance, often mixed with elements of the paranormal and science fiction.

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Tall, Dark, and Deadly

Seven Bad Boys of Paranormal Romance

By Laura Kaye, Heather Howland

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2013 Laura Kaye
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62266-642-3


Chrysander Notos found his brother right where their nightmarish summer began, on top of the west tower of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. While he circled through the dark sky far overhead, Chrys watched Eurus pace the narrow catwalk atop the structure. What the hell was he doing here, of all places?

Summoning the powerful energy of the South Wind, Chrys prepared for what was sure to be another brutal battle. He didn't want to fight Eurus. Just the opposite, in fact. But fighting seemed to be all his older brother knew anymore. The accumulated scars on Chrys's body from the past three months proved that, and now he wore his weariness like a second skin.

But someone had to save Eurus from himself and the Olympic gods' death sentence. And Chrys was the only viable candidate. Zephyros and Owen were mated, and Boreas deserved to bask in his new status as grandfather.

Not to mention, Eurus's problems were partly his fault. After everything, Chrys owed him the effort. Least he could do.

Eurus froze and scanned the heavens, revealing the exact moment he perceived Chrys's presence. No sense delaying now.

In his elemental form, Chrys shot down before Eurus took flight. Shifting into corporeality at the edge of the tower's top platform, he braced for Eurus's attack. He could never predict whether his brother preferred to get right to the main event of kicking his ass — not something he should be able to do, not in Chrys's own damn season, anyway — or might be up for a little verbal sparring first.

Eurus turned on his heel, black leather duster whipping around him in the heavy, humid wind. Chrys could sense his brother's glare through the black wraparound glasses he always wore, but the blows didn't come. Up for the sparring, then.

"Behold the do-gooder. How nice for me."

"Why are you here, E?" Chrys asked. No way Eurus's return to the exact spot where he'd killed their brother's wife — or tried to; Mars had interceded and brought her back as a goddess — was coincidence. It meant something, but with Eurus it was hard to tell exactly what.

"Mmm, just basking in pleasant memories," he said with a sneer. "What's your excuse?"

Acidic rage churned in Chrys's gut. Their brother Zephyros and his wife Ella were happy now, but that didn't erase his recollection of Zeph's brutal agony when they'd thought Ella gone for good. Chrys shoved the useless thoughts away. Eurus liked to pick at a person's most sensitive scabs. It was one of his specialties. So Chrys caged his anger and refused to take the bait. "I'm here for the same reason I've been dogging you all summer. Come back to the Realm of the Gods with me. Atone. We can work this out. It doesn't have to go down this way."

"Grow the fuck up, Chrysander. I don't want your help. And I sure as hell don't need it." He fisted his right hand, flashing the faceted firestone ring he wore in the bright lights that marked the tower's corners.

Chrys's eyes tracked the movement. That damn ring was half the problem. It belonged to their father, Aeolus, the most powerful storm god of them all, and somehow Eurus had gotten his hands on it. Which explained the entire summer's worth of ass kicking. The sacred stone gave its wearer the power to control all the winds and, thus, him. Bad enough when his father made use of those powers. Catastrophic now that Eurus could.

Chrys hadn't told anyone that Eurus had Aeolus's ring for fear that knowledge would hammer yet another nail into his brother's coffin — not to mention their father's for not making that little revelation himself. Now, that shit was just waiting to hit the fan.

"What's your end game here? Huh? You're playing right into the Olympians' hands, and for what? For now, they're letting the family resolve this situation, but once they're involved, it'll be too late." The humid bay breeze whipped around him. He tugged long strands of hair out of his eyes.

"As if I would tell you, boy." Eurus crossed his arms over his broad chest and sighed. "I tire of your questions." The smug smile that settled on his face was all the creepier for the new, slashing red scar carved into the left side of his face from temple to lips. How he'd gotten the wound — which could only have come at the hand of a stronger god — Chrys had no clue. "In truth, I tire of you."

Chrys ignored the way his heart tripped. A lifetime of trying — and failing — to win your big brother's approval made you a bit sensitive, though. Fucking hell. "Eurus, man, come on. I just want to help you. You're my brother. And we can fix this."

The firestone flared to life, a soft red that soon blazed so bright it was hard to look at.

Chrys braced, his muscles suddenly alive with tension. The air constricted around his body.

Eurus's ring finger twitched.

It was all Chrys needed to see. In a heartbeat, he flashed into his elemental form and shot skyward.

Eurus's energy followed.

How many more fights did Chrys have in him? Dark clouds already gathered and billowed around them. Inky tendrils of Eurus's malevolent East Wind gusted over him, crawling through his energy as if searching for a weak spot. Even in his elemental form, Chrys shuddered as he released a burst of power to throw them off.

But it was too little, too late.

Preternatural disturbances in the air rammed him from all directions as if he were a featherweight boxer facing an invisible heavyweight opponent. Icy cold North Wind that Eurus had no business commanding lashed against him like a frozen whip, the frigidity stealing Chrys's breath and power with every cutting impact. Exactly what his brother intended, since Chrys's intolerance to cold wasn't exactly a secret. Chrys dug deep into his powers and poured on everything he could muster, but hell if three long months of fighting a stronger god hadn't depleted his reserves. He rocketed across the bay and over the Eastern Shore, hoping to draw the threatening storm over the Atlantic Ocean where it would do less damage to land and people.

A ripple of electricity shuddered past him, as if conducted by the humidity. Damn it all to Hades. The defeated thought had barely formed before Eurus's attack hit home. Lightning belted around him in tight, suffocating, scorching loops.

Chrys cried out, an agonized roar that unleashed a series of deafening crashes of thunder.

Knowing he was out of time, he struggled to twist free and flung bolts of his own, zinging electricity across the sky in flashes of red and purple and orange so unnatural he knew they'd capture the attention of humanity, but he had no choice. Soon, he would be completely at his brother's mercy. Not that Eurus had any. And damn if that gem of an admission didn't highlight the possibility that Eurus was a total lost cause. But how was he supposed to just give up on the brother he'd spent the better part of his life trying to save?

He didn't have time to ponder an answer.

Eurus's electricity attached to Chrys's energy signature, slowly but surely stealing his self-control and siphoning off his life force, like a vampire supping at leisure from his victim's throat. An immortal could only be injured by another of stronger power — and that fucking ring was giving Eurus, normally the least powerful of the four Anemoi, everything he needed.

A monster of a storm opened up all around them, tropical force winds howling, rains pounding down in diagonal gashes, thunder and lightning shaking the very world. The storm, the battle, the manner of Eurus's attack — this was the worst yet between them.

But Chrys refused to go down alone. If this was it, if this was how Eurus wanted it, they were going out together. Eurus was whole galaxies away from perfect, but hell if Chrys was going to let anyone else take out the brother he'd helped fuck up.

With his last burst of energy and control, Chrys yanked hard against his electric restraints and released, slingshotting himself across the sky toward his tormenter, toward his demise.

He'd lived too long for his whole life to flash before his eyes, so a few key moments sank their hooks into his wavering consciousness — all from his young godhood, and all instances of Aeolus denying Eurus affection, touch, and attention, while he lavished the same on Chrysander. Or, at least, his version of affection.

Chrys would've sworn that sometimes, too many times, Aeolus's touch had been about proving he could control one or all of them. While other times, he just knew the attention was intended to hurt Eurus. The image of young Eurus's humiliated, yearning, accusing gazes were burned into Chrys's subconscious, and he saw those now, too. Each instance of his father using Chrys — the only Anemoi birthed by a different mother — as a pawn in punishing Eurus for his mother's childbed death, left Chrys feeling more and more separate from the rest of them. After a time, he came to associate guilt, resentment, and lack of control with his father's affection so strongly that he shied away from it, finding it uncomfortable to be touched and hard to believe he was actually lovable. Not when his existence so harmed another.

What-the-fuck-ever. Ancient history. Blah, blah, blah.

Clearly, none of that mattered now.

The lash of lightning unwound from his rocketing body. But if Eurus had realized what was about to happen, he'd reacted too late. Chrys slammed into his brother so hard thunder and lightning exploded around them, the force of the impact sending a devastating microburst of air and rain pounding to earth. Shit!

They plummeted in a tangle of elemental energy through the turbulent night sky, Eurus roaring ancient curses at him before finally regaining control.

Damnit, E, stop!

I was saving you for last, Eurus snarled, using the power of the firestone ring to force Chrys out of the elements and into corporeality.

A preternatural wind held him aloft, his head wrenched backward as Eurus pulled at his long hair so hard his scalp burned.

"No," Chrys mumbled, almost unable to vocalize the word.

Eurus manifested into his human form, a sword of fiery lightning in his hand. He plunged it toward Chrys's heart.

Chrys raised his left arm to block the blow, and the white-hot blade sliced into his forearm and scorched deep into his right shoulder. The unexpected angle of the indirect hit threw Eurus off balance, and he released Chrys's hair.

The air dropped out from under him.

His backward motion un-impaled his shoulder from the rod of lightning. And then he was in a free fall. Struggling to hold onto even the smallest vestige of lucidity, Chrys concentrated with all his might to summon the South Wind, to return himself to the cradling safety of his elemental form.

Flash. He went elemental. Relief surged through h —

Flash. Without trying to, he materialized back into his human form.

He willed the wind to heed his call. Any moment, Eurus would be on him again. If he could just — Flash. Neither wind nor body this time, but his sacred animal form. The winged horse. Ancient icon of the power of the Anemoi.

Almighty Zeus. He couldn't will it. He couldn't control it. As he plummeted downward through the black deluge, he shifted randomly, repeatedly, tearing his body apart and reassembling it over and over until he lost track of what he was. Who he was.

And then he lost his hold on consciousness itself.


Laney Summerlyn hated thunderstorms with a passion, and this was no regular storm. The wind blew so hard it sounded like the roof could lift off the house, and a wet dripping in the living room turned out to be rain forced in through the east-facing windows. The concussive deluge was deafening, not a welcome sensation for someone already nearly blind.

As loud as it was, the screaming of the horses still made it to Laney's ears. And that was driving her crazy. She debated going out to the barn, checking on them, calming them. But she couldn't seem to force herself out the door and into the torrent. Her night vision had been the first thing to go, and getting disoriented and lost outside in a storm when she was nineteen had left her terrified of them.

But those horses were her babies. Her family.

A clap of thunder exploded low and close. Laney jumped, chiding herself even as her heart raced. The lights flickered, once, twice, which she could just make out through the pinpoint of central vision that remained in her right eye, like looking through a drinking straw. The threatening dark got her off the couch and in search of a lantern before the power shut off for good. It might not be many years until she lost her sight entirely. Then she'd be forced to live in total darkness. In the meantime, she intended to soak in every bit of light and color and memory of the physical world she could.

"Stay, Finn," she said to her chocolate Labrador. Not that he was likely to get up, old as he was, but he kept an eye on Laney like the guard dog he'd once been. Laney counted her steps from the couch across the spacious open living room to the adjoining kitchen and finally to the hall closet, then reached in and retrieved the third object from the left on the middle shelf — a battery-operated lantern. Through her mobility training, she'd long ago memorized her way around, as well as the location of everything in her house — such organization made her independence possible. Laney could take care of herself just fine.

She'd no more closed the closet door than a tremendous burst of thunder detonated above her house, shaking the building as if a bomb had gone off. Laney struggled to swallow against the lump in her throat. In. Out. In. Out. She focused on the mechanics of breathing to ease her anxiety. Clutching the lantern to her chest as if it could keep her safe, she forced away the panic.

Despite the air conditioning, the air suddenly felt thick and heavy, like something was happening, something was coming. The rain continued to pour down, but there was a stillness that felt ... wrong.

A series of cracks ricocheted from outside, then a crash. The sound of the horses' distress went from nervous to outright panic. Laney saw every bit of the farm in her head, like a 3-D model she could turn and manipulate. That damn sound came from her stable. Her gut squeezed.

Forcing herself to take the measured steps that allowed her to count her paces, Laney went for the coat closet in the foyer and found her raincoat. She slid it on and snapped it closed with shaking fingers. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out onto the porch and walked right into the howling night and the soaking rain. Her hair instantly matted to her face and the wind blew so hard it stole her breath.

You can do this, Laney. You have to do this.

Lantern in one hand, she grasped the lead line tied to the newel post at the bottom of the stairs with the other and followed the well-worn path toward the stable. The thick blackness swallowed the lantern light and negated what was left of her sight, sending her heart into a sprint. Her sneakers slipped in the mud puddles over and over. If she fell and lost the line ... No. Don't go there. She held onto it so tight it dug into her palm. But the pain was worth it. As long as she held onto the rope, she knew right where she was because of the plastic tags hanging from it at ten-foot intervals.

The closer she got to the stable, the more obvious the horses' fear became. They snorted and blew, kicked and pawed at the walls, screamed and struck their massive bodies against the grated doors and sides of their stalls. She imagined them pacing, desperate for escape. Her stomach squeezed and sank.

Please, whatever that noise was, don't let it have injured one of my babies.

Soaked, muddy, and breathless with dread, Laney passed the seventh tag on the line, and then her hand encountered the cold metal of the door handle to which the line was tied. She yanked the door to the right and it glided easily on its track.


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Tall, Dark, and Deadly: Seven Bad Boys of Paranormal Romance 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed all of the books; some more than others. Picked up on new writers where I purchased more of their work. I was definitely not bored!
Avonna More than 1 year ago
This is the best paranormal romance anthology I have read and cheap for the content. All entries are book length and I gave most a 4 or 4.5 rating and only 2 rated a 3, which is still very good for a first books in a series. I would definitely recommend this anthology!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved every book. Well worth the money!
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grandmareads102 More than 1 year ago
I want to thank Entangled Edge for putting together this wonderful set of paranormal romances. It's filled with seven excellent stories by a very talented group of authors. This is such a wonderful bargain. Who doesn't enjoy a bad boy hero of the paranormal persuasion? These stories are fast-paced and filled with passionate romance. It's impossible for me to chose a favorite, but that said I loved Night Walker by Lisa Kessler. The story of Calisto and Kate was impossible to put down. I'm also a fan of the Bringer and The Bane series by Boone Brux. I enjoyed the story of Ravyn and Rhys. The action was non-stop and the suspense kept me on the edge of my seat. An added bonus was the passionate romance between our two Bringers . It's also nice to be able to sample some new-to-me authors. I now have more books to add to my TBR pile. Don't miss Tall, Dark and Deadly: Seven Bad Boys Of Paranormal Romance.
LindaTownsend More than 1 year ago
This is an incredible collection! I have read Lisa Kessler's Night Walker and it's an awesome read!  Following is my review of Night Walker:  I discovered Lisa Kessler when I read her excellent novella, Across the Veil, and could hardly wait to read Night Walker. I love paranormal romances and Lisa does not disappoint with Night Walker. She masterfully weaves Indian mythology and vampiric lore into a romantic thriller spanning multiple lifetimes. Calisto is a Spanish priest who falls in love with Tala, a native at the mission where he was working. The lovers are tragically torn apart by the betrayal of a trusted Church confidante. Inconsolate, Calisto gives up his mortality to become a Night Walker serving humanity while fervently hoping to find his beloved Tala again. Alas, the Church misguidedly continues to pursue Calisto believing him to be a follower of Satan even as the couple falls in love again. Are they doomed to have their past repeat itself? Don't miss this tale of star-crossed lovers... This will be a keeper on my bookshelf and it's an excellent start to a new series.
Jasmyn9 More than 1 year ago
I have not read all of the books in the bundle, but they are all from some amazing authors. Here is my review of Deep in Crimson: This book may be read as a stand-a-lone. Only a little background on side characters is missed. This book had an interesting concept that really pulled me in from the very beginning. Angels and demons not only living together, but the demons protecting the angels from human poachers - out to harvest their feathers. Jett lives in the woods surrounding a demon city that protects the archangel Raphael and his family. When humans come to Sanctuary trying to kidnap the twin baby angels, Jett is drawn to help them. We see bits and pieces of his very very complicated history throughout the story, and it's a fascinating one. I don't know if I'd read about a more tortured soul. He meets another demon, Lexine, that is haunted by dreams showing her marrying their sworn enemy, the poacher. But prophetic dreams, while always true, aren't always as clear as they seem. When she meets Jett she hopes that she may be able to change her future. This story was full of suspense, romance, and emotional turmoil. So much happened from start to finish that it's hard to explain or classify the book. It was difficult to find a place to put it down. More than just a romance, this book is also the story of Jett finding himself after a very troubled past.
prairielilyH More than 1 year ago
I am a huge fan of Entangled PNR books in general and this collection would be a great way to meet some of their fantastic authors!  Speaking as a reader, I have only actually read one of the books in this series (Lisa Kessler's Night Walker) BUT I have read different books by the other authors in this collection. And the books that are in this collection are books from these authors that I DO WANT TO READ!  In my opinion you can't go wrong buying this collection - even one of these fantastic books would set you back over $3 and you can get all 7 for 99 cents? SMART BUY!
JillianReadLoveBlog More than 1 year ago
My review of South of Surrender:This is the third book in Laura Kaye’s Hearts of the Anemoi Series and I have been looking forward to reading it since finishing West of Want, the second title in the series.  Well, it was well worth the wait.  This, so far, is officially my favorite book in the series. Loved, loved, LOVED! Laney Summerlyn lives a very routine and organized life on the beloved horse farm left to her by her grandfather.  Learning to live with a degenerative disease that is slowly stealing her sight, having such a routine and organized life is crucial to letting her keep her independence and stay with her cherished horses.  With a little help around the farm from her close family friend, Sam, she has managed to do just that….until a severe summer storm rips through the farm and sends something, or someone, crashing through her barn and turns her life completely upside-down. Chrysander Notos, Supreme God of the South Wind, is on the hunt for his brother, Eurus, and is determined to save him from a death sentence that was handed down from the Olympic gods…even if the sentence was rightfully earned by his evil brother’s transgressions. But it seems that all the paths that should lead him to Eurus turn up to be dead ends. On this night, however, he finds Eurus and also finds himself in a fight nearly to the death.  Severely wounded and completely out of it, Chrys winds up crashing through Laney’s barn and into her life.  Will she be able to heal not only his physical wounds, but also his burdened soul? Together, Laney and Chrys, along with Chrys’s family, must journey on a mission to find Eurus as the situation passes bad and heads straight into disaster territory.  Eurus has gained too much power and must be stopped.  Now, after helping Chrys heal, she unknowingly has a front row seat to otherworldly conflict.  Will a human be able to withstand a clash between gods? Will a god be able to withstand the attraction and lure to a human? As you all know, I am a huge fan of Laura’s writing…and with this book she continues to earn her spot as a favorite author of mine.  This story was told with such feeling and description that I honestly felt what Chrys and Laney were going through.  I could feel Laney’s determination and perseverance, I could feel Chrys’s need for a resolution and the swirling emotions he has concerning his brother.  The story line was exciting and well written.  The back and forth between loving moments, terrifying fight scenes and defeated sadness was done with the perfect amount of each that ultimately gave a delicious balance to the story.  I also appreciated the mythology built into the story and felt that was done equally well…it wasn’t overly explained and filled with more than necessary for the story line which sometimes happens when mythology is involved. Ultimately this story has everything I love in a book…I laughed, I had white-kuckled-ereader-gripping moments and I also cried…a lot.  To me, that’s what a great story does for a reader….takes you on a roller coaster ride of emotions. South of Surrender was that, and more. Since I am not a fan of spoilers, I can’t give you much more in regards to what happens with Eurus and if they resolve their conflict.  I will tell you that I am anxiously awaiting the next release in this series to see what is next for our favorite Anemoi family.  It was so great to see our friends from the previous books…Owen and Megan, Zeph & Boreus.  It was also wonderful to meet new characters that will undoubtedly be seen more in the future! Thank you, Laura, for yet another amazing story and for giving us Chrys *dreamy sigh*.   I look forward to reading more from The Hearts of the Anemoi Series and, well, honestly, more of anything you have to write for us! *I received a copy of this book for an honest review
Mennina1 More than 1 year ago
This is a great completion of 7 books by some great authors! I have read several books by these ladies and they provide great steamy romance with twits of conflict. Always keep you reading and never want to put the books down. Enjoy!
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