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Overview
The desire-and danger-reaches the boiling point in the third installment of SMOLDERING HUNGER(The Dark Kings) from New York Times bestselling author Donna Grant.
With just one kiss she was clinging to him, silently begging him to show her all that one brush of his lips had promised...
Sophie tried to forget her encounter with smoking-hot Darius-to no avail. He's in her dreams, tempting her. Every night. Over and over again...But her association with Darius catches the attention of a brutal enemy. Now she's in mortal danger. Is Sophie's passion worth losing...everything?
Read all four parts of this sensation e-series-and look for the full volume of Smoldering Hunger from St. Martin's Paperbacks (available in February 2016).
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781466883789 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | St. Martin's Publishing Group |
| Publication date: | 12/22/2015 |
| Series: | Dark Kings Series , #8 |
| Sold by: | Macmillan |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 90 |
| File size: | 1 MB |
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Donna Grant has been praised for her “totally addictive” and “unique and sensual” stories. She’s written more than thirty novels spanning multiple genres of romance including the bestselling Dark King stories, Dark Craving, Night’s Awakening, and Dawn’s Desire. Her acclaimed series, Dark Warriors, feature a thrilling combination of Druids, primeval gods, and immortal Highlanders who are dark, dangerous, and irresistible. She lives with her two children, a dog, and four cats in Texas.
"Dark, sexy, magical. When I want to indulge in a sizzling fantasy adventure, I read Donna Grant."
--Allison Brennan, New York Times Bestselling Author
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Smoldering Hunger Part 3
By Donna Grant
St. Martin's Press
Copyright © 2015 Donna GrantAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4668-8378-9
CHAPTER 1
Darius didn't know what to say at first. To watch Ulrik, Con, and Rhi all sit at a table and talk without anyone getting killed seemed almost surreal.
"Darius," Con said and resumed his seat. He motioned to one of the other chairs. "I didna know you were here."
"I called to you." Darius took the chair Ulrik vacated and pushed aside the empty glass. Darius shook his head when a waiter began to walk up.
Con nodded as if he just now remembered. "I was focused on my meeting."
"And if it had been important?" Darius asked. "Say, that the Dark surround the hotel?"
Con's black gaze grew cold. "I would've handled it."
"You ignored me when I was trying to tell you I was tracking Ulrik."
Con blew out a breath. "The simple truth is that I didna want anyone to know I was meeting with Ulrik. I wanted to talk him out of coming after all of you and focus on me."
That sounded exactly like something Con would do. Darius looked around the room at all the mortals going about their everyday, mundane lives. "He's no' going to do that."
"Nay, he's no'. He knows by hurting all of you, it upsets me. He wants to rip away my world."
Darius rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. "That means Dreagan."
"Aye. I ken."
He lifted his head and looked at Con. "What are we going to do?"
"Prepare. We're dragons, Darius. They can no' kill us. We've hidden for so long and gotten away with our secret. But," he said, pausing for a heartbeat. "We may be heading to a time where we can no longer hide."
"We'll never be able to leave Dreagan. We'll have to remain and keep others out."
Con shrugged and lifted his empty glass to the waitress for another. "We do what we must. The Dark have outed us. Some of the humans doona believe the video, but others do."
"Those that want proof."
Con gave a nod to the attendant when a new glass of whisky was set in front of him. Once she was gone, he said, "We might as well get used to the attention, but I'm beginning to think we look beyond that."
Darius, like the rest of the Kings, had been so wrapped up in not being able to shift and fly that they nearly missed the obvious. "Ulrik wants our attention diverted."
"Precisely. I wanted a face-to-face with him to see if he'd divulge anything."
"Did he?"
Con's lips twisted. "Of course no'. But what he didna say was almost as good. I wasna able to get him to leave all of you alone, but we did learn this part."
"That gives us an edge. It's only a wee bit, but it's still an edge."
"My thoughts exactly."
Darius eyed Con. "And what was Rhi doing here?"
"Ulrik asked her to come as a mediator of sorts. She listened and will be able to call either one of us liars if we say something that isna true."
Darius ran a hand through his hair. "That could benefit us."
Con merely made a sound at the back of his throat.
"You shouldna have been here alone. You should've let me know what was happening."
"I'm King of Kings. I doona need a babysitter," Con stated.
Darius blew out a breath, his thoughts turning back to Sophie.
"What is it?" Con asked.
Darius sat back in his chair. "Ulrik sent Sophie a letter tonight asking her to dinner tomorrow."
"He wants her alone."
"I think so. He went to the hospital today looking for her, but she wasna there."
Con nodded, a frown forming. "Ulrik most likely wants to see if you'll show up, but his target is still Sophie."
"He wants to hurt her as he has tried with the others."
"And nearly succeeded with Darcy."
"Why do that after saving Lily?" It was the subtle tightening in Con's shoulders that told Darius something was wrong. "We all know he was the one who saved her."
Con waved away his words. "Ulrik's behavior suggests that he's lost his mind."
"No' the man I spoke with today or the day before. What are you no' telling me?"
"Nothing," Con said. "Let's get back to the letter. Are you going to send Sophie?"
Darius shook his head. "I'll no' use her as bait. It could backfire. I'll no' take that chance."
"We might find out something useful."
"No' going to happen," Darius stated with finality. He wasn't going to put Sophie's life in any more jeopardy than it already was.
"She could learn something that saves us."
"Most likely he'll either kill her or turn her. Whatever information we find we do it ourselves either by overhearing something or by Ryder doing his magic with the computers."
"Tell me about Sophie," Con commanded.
Darius lifted a shoulder. "She was hurt years ago. I suspect it happened when she still lived in London. She doesna date, and she has only one friend that I know of."
"She keeps people at a distance."
He looked up at Con. "Aye."
"Much like you."
"I keep humans at arm's length, and you know why."
Con cocked his head to the side. "All of this can easily be discovered. All we need to do is have Ryder dig into Sophie's past."
"Nay." Darius was surprised at the vehemence with which the word flew from his mouth.
Con raised a brow. "Why?"
"There's no need. I doona require her history."
"Maybe no', but it makes things easier."
"Nay."
Con held up both his hands. "If you're no' going to send her to the dinner, then what?"
"I'm going to go."
"He willna be happy. He could take it out on Sophie somehow," Con cautioned.
Darius smiled tightly. "He can try."
"Ulrik likes to think he's in charge. Give him that," Con said with a grin. "At least for the time being."
* * *
Rhi was walking down the streets of Edinburgh with her mute — and veiled — watcher following her yet again.
"This is getting old," she said aloud. "I know you're there."
Silence. She should've guessed.
"Why don't you just tell me what you want? If you're spying for Usaeil, she can kiss my perfect ass, because I'm not going back to the Queen's Guard."
More silence.
She halted and turned around. Though she couldn't pinpoint exactly where he was, she felt his gaze and knew he was behind her. "When I was a child, I didn't like my brother following me around to keep me out of mischief, and I assure you that I'm becoming furious with it now. Reveal yourself and tell me what you want, or go away. The next time, I won't be so nice."
Still nothing.
With a roll of her eyes, Rhi teleported away.
* * *
Daire didn't follow Rhi immediately. He dropped his veil as Cael stepped from the nearby shadows. Daire watched the leader of the Reapers and raised a brow.
Cael shot him a look of interest. Then asked in the Irish accent all Fae had, "Have you spoken with her?"
"You know I haven't," Daire answered. "I watch, which is what Death ordered me to do."
Cael gave a nod of acceptance. "Rhi is as strong as Death suspected."
"When is Death ever wrong?"
"Never."
"Then why do you sound surprised?" Daire asked curiously. Every Reaper followed the orders of Death — or died. It was that simple.
Every Reaper was chosen specifically by Death. The seven of them brought something unique to the group that was judge, jury, and executioner of the Fae.
"Rhi could be trouble," Cael finally answered.
Daire flattened his lips as he recalled her with Balladyn. "More than you know."
"She's been with that Dark Fae again."
"He wants her. And she ..." Daire trailed off, unsure of how to put into words what he now knew about Rhi.
Though he'd never tell her or anyone else, he felt sorry for her. She'd been gravely wronged by her Dragon King lover. Despite that she'd continued to love him throughout the centuries, waiting for him to return to her.
But he never would.
Daire wondered if Rhi finally realized that herself. Perhaps that's why she was turning more and more to Balladyn. And Daire couldn't blame her.
A person needing love and desire would find it anywhere they could. Balladyn was giving Rhi exactly what she needed, and Balladyn knew it. The Dark Fae had waited patiently for Rhi. He wasn't waiting anymore.
"Daire?" Cael called his name.
Daire looked into Cael's silver eyes. "I applaud Balladyn for having the balls to go after Rhi."
"You know what'll happen if they get together?" Cael asked in a voice filled with shock. "Rhi will turn Dark."
"You don't know that. None of us do. She could return him to a Light Fae."
"If their love is true," Cael pointed out.
That was the catch. True love. Some scoffed at the idea, but it was out there. Most humans settled for the first person that came into their lives that they could see themselves with. Others didn't know true love was standing right before them and kept looking.
"Point taken," Daire admitted.
Cael ran a hand through his long black hair. "Stay with her. I don't know what Death has in store for Rhi, but it's important."
"And if she goes off with Balladyn?"
Cael's silver eyes narrowed. "Let's hope that doesn't happen. Though I can't be certain, I've a feeling that if Rhi does, it'll change things drastically."
"She will. Eventually."
"Let's hope it's not today."
Daire veiled himself as soon as Cael teleported away. It didn't take Daire long to find Rhi. She was back on her island standing shin-deep in the turquoise water.
Her arms were crossed with her long black hair lifting in the breeze. She wore a gray bikini that barely covered her shapely ass.
That was twice now she'd worn a color other than black. Daire began to wonder if she was shaking off the darkness that surrounded her.
He saw it because when Rhi was alone she no longer tried to hide it. The darkness was growing, slowly, but growing nonetheless. Even now it surrounded her like a haze.
But this time it seemed ... dimmed.
Daire moved to stand next to a tree. He hadn't been happy about his assignment at first. Who wanted to follow a sassy Light around instead of battling the Dark with the rest of the Reapers?
Death had chosen him, however. The more Daire was around Rhi, the more he saw glimpses of greatness. It came naturally for Rhi to take charge, but she fought it. She didn't want the responsibility.
Just as Ulrik hadn't wanted it with the Dragon Kings. Ulrik was regretting that decision now. Would Rhi?
Suddenly the haze vanished — as did Rhi's bikini. Rhi slowly turned and faced him. Daire's breath locked in his lungs when he took in the sight before him.
"If you're going to watch, I figure you should get to see all of me," Rhi said.
Damn his body, but it responded to her.
"Come on, stud. Don't you want this?" she asked in a husky tone and held out her arms, her breasts out.
He was Fae, of course he wanted it. Desperately. But he was to watch and only watch.
"Or do you get off on spying? What about with Balladyn?"
No, Daire definitely didn't like seeing her with Balladyn and the way the Dark held her possessively.
She walked out of the water to stand in front of him. "I'm offering myself to you. All you have to do is drop the veil."
Daire looked away from her splendidly made body and took two steps back. Somehow she always knew he was there — and where he was. She shouldn't be able to do that.
"I could kill you right now."
She could try, but Daire wasn't that easy to kill. Something Rhi would most likely find out soon enough. She was getting angry with him following her, and she was obstinate enough to try and skewer him.
Daire was actually looking forward to it.
CHAPTER 2Sophie blew out a breath as she turned one way then the other in front of the mirror. The black dress was one of her favorites. Anytime she wore it, she felt sexy.
And she needed something to bolster her courage.
Her hair was down and pulled over one shoulder. Sophie wore only a pair of gold chandelier earrings, a gold ring, and a set of gold bangle bracelets.
She glanced down at her black stilettos with the heel in gold and gave a nod of approval. Understated, but sophisticated. A perfect combination for meeting with a man like Ulrik.
Sophie was nervous. And not just because she was going to meet Ulrik, but because she had yet to tell Darius. When he'd returned the night before, he was the one to send the response from her phone to Ulrik.
Then there had been no talking with all the kissing and touching. After they'd made love, she'd fallen asleep in his arms.
Waking up next to him was only making it easier to allow the feelings for him to grow. She closed her eyes. Who was she kidding? They weren't growing. They were there — full blown and glorious.
And it scared the hell out of her.
The last time she'd opened herself in such a way had been the worst time in her life. Darius showed her time and again that he was trustworthy and a man of his word. But he was embroiled in something dangerous.
She was about to put herself in the line of fire without even knowing the secrets Darius kept. That proved how she'd come to care for him.
Even with all the intrigue, secrets, and peril, Sophie wanted a life with him. She wanted to have friends again, to decorate her house, to cook, to have dinner parties.
She wanted to be a part of something important.
She needed it.
In a short amount of time Darius managed to get closer than anyone had in seven years. What was it about him? Why didn't she turn her back on him as she did others? Why did she keep seeking him out?
He had a past, but it didn't define him as hers and Ulrik's did. No, whatever had happened to Darius left him shuttered and aloof.
But he still sought out others because he had no other choice. The complete opposite of her.
"I'm no' a good man."
Even now replaying his words in her head made her wish to know more about him.
He didn't think he was a good man, but he was. Why, then, did he think he wasn't? She was curious to know the reason. Though she might never discover the truth.
Sophie opened her eyes to the mirror and saw Darius standing behind her. She whirled around, a smile in place. He opened his arms and held her close as he kissed her.
"You look stunning," he murmured. "Going somewhere?"
She took a deep breath. "To meet Ulrik."
"Nay."
Definitive. Authoritative. She normally detested men like that, but Darius wasn't doing it to control her. He was doing it to protect her. Sophie recognized that and it made her smile.
"You grin?" he asked in confusion.
Sophie gazed up at him and nodded. "Because I know why you don't want me to do it."
"Aye. You'll no' get anywhere near that bastard."
"But I have to," she insisted.
Darius dropped his arms and stepped away from her, raking his hand through his hair. "No."
"Yes." She walked to stand in front of him. "You know it's the right thing to do. I can get information from him."
"What you'll be doing is playing right into his hands. He knows you'll be there as bait."
Now she hadn't thought about that.
"I know him," Darius continued. "He's smart, Sophie. Smarter than even you. He's thought all of this through, in every conceivable scenario, and he's going to make sure he has the advantage."
She swallowed, more nervous now than before. "Even in a crowded restaurant?"
"Even there. It's too dangerous." He tugged her back into his arms. "But I appreciate you wanting to help."
Sophie rested her head against his chest and soaked in his warmth and strength. "He wanted me, so I thought it would be the right move."
"No' this time, lass," he whispered and kissed her temple. "No' with you."
Never had Sophie ever felt so cherished, wanted, or needed than she did in that moment. She wished they could stay just as they were, without interference from the outside world or anyone.
Then it suddenly hit her. She raised her head to look at him. "You're going to talk to Ulrik."
Darius looked down at her with his deep brown eyes and slid his fingers in her hair. "I am."
"I can't lose you."
He silenced her with a kiss. "That willna happen. I promise."
"Everyone dies. What if you get injured? Let me be there so I can reach you quickly in case something happens," she urged.
He was so calm about their speaking of him getting injured. That either meant it happened often, or he wasn't afraid. Since she knew every inch of his body, she knew there were no wounds from knives or bullets.
That was odd for someone in his kind of work. In fact, there wasn't a single scar anywhere on his skin. Everyone had scars.
"You're not afraid of being hurt," Sophie said.
He shook his head. "Doona do this. No' now."
"Why? What aren't you telling me?"
"We both have secrets, Sophie."
"That's true." And maybe it was time she came clean with hers. "But I don't want there to be any more secrets between us."
"Sophie," he began.
But she stopped him by saying, "I was engaged once."
Darius couldn't have uttered another sound had his life depended on it. Of all the things he'd thought Sophie might be hiding, that wasn't it.
He let her go when she walked out of his arms to the sofa. She sat on the edge of the cushion and stared out her window, seemingly weighted down by the past.
(Continues...)
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