KaitBallenger.com GenaShowalter.com A timeless seduction  A unique temptation  And a whole world of dark desires...  From New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter  The Darkest Angel  Winged warrior Lysander has been alive for centuries, and yet he's never known desire--until he meets Bianka. Spawned from the bloodline of his enemy, the beautiful but deadly Harpy is determined to lead the untouched Lysander into temptation. He may try to evade her attempts, but even the most iron-willed demon assassin can resist for only so long....  And from rising star Kait Ballenger  Shadow Hunter  Vampire hunter Damon Brock's first assignment with the Execution Underground is Rochester, New York. But he isn't the only hunter in town gunning for vamp blood. Tiffany Solow is ruthless when it comes to slaying the monsters that destroyed her family--and she works solo. But when she meets the mysterious hunter who wants more than just her turf, the line between good and evil blurs as they must decide between their lifelong beliefs...and their newfound desires. "Debut author Ballenger shows awesome potential and talent with Shadow Hunter"--RT Book Reviews on "SHADOW HUNTER" "One of the premier authors of paranormal romance."--#1 New York Times bestselling author Kresley Cole on Gena Showalter "Gena Showalter knows how to keep readers glued to the pages and smiling the whole time."--New York Times bestselling author Lara Adrian on The Darkest Surrender "Non-stop action, pulse-pounding suspense, and red-hot romance!"-- New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jaime Rush on SHADOW HUTER Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of the acclaimed Lords of the Underworld series and more than thirty other books. She lives in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Visit her at GenaShowalter.com. Kait Ballenger is a full-time paranormal romance author, wife, former professional bellydancer, and soon-to-professor. She lives in Central Florida with her husband, their doggie-daughter Sookie (like Charlainne Harris' character), and two kittens, Elliot and Olivia (like the SVU characters). Kait believes anything is possible, and one day, she hopes people name their pets after her characters, too. Find Kait at kaitballenger.com From high in the heavens, Lysander spotted his prey. At last. Finally, I will end this. His jaw clenched and his skin pulled tight. With tension. With relief. Determined, he jumped from the cloud he stood upon, falling quickly.. Wind whipping through his hair… When he neared ground, he allowed his wings, long and feathered and golden, to unfold from his back and catch in the current, slowing his progress. He was a soldier for Germanus, the leader of the Sent Ones—winged warriors, like angels, but…not. Sent Ones were far more, and Lysander was more than most. He was one of the Elite Seven. With as many millennia as he'd lived, he'd come to learn that each of the Elite Seven had one temptation. One potential downfall. Like Eve with her apple. When they found this…thing, this abomination, they happily destroyed it before it could destroy them. Lysander had finally found his. Bianka Skyhawk. She was the daughter of a Harpy and a phoenix shape-shifter. She was a thief, a liar and a killer who found joy in the vilest of tasks. Worse, the blood of demons—his greatest enemy—flowed through her veins. Which meant Bianka was his enemy. He lived to destroy his enemies. However, he could only act against them when given permission from Germanus, who had to gain permission from the Most High—the absolute, final authority in the heavens. The Most High loved humans and wanted them protected. Wanted them trained to fight evil, not destroyed by it. But Bianka wasn't exactly human, was she? Bianka was more like him, and she had cursed him with a taste for what the mortals referred to as "desire." Something had to be done. He'd seen her for the first time several weeks ago, long black hair flowing down her back, amber eyes bright and lips bloodred. Watching her, unable to turn away, a single question had drifted through his mind: Was her pearllike skin as soft as it appeared? Forget desire. He'd never wondered such a thing about anyone before. He'd never cared. But the question was becoming an obsession, discovering the truth a need. And it had to end. Now. This day. He landed just in front of her, but she couldn't see him. No one could. He existed on another plane, invisible to mortal and immortal alike. He could scream, and she would not hear him. He could walk through her, and she would not feel him. For that matter, she would not smell or sense him in any way. Until it was too late. He could have formed a fiery sword from air and cleaved her head from her body, but didn't. As he'd already realized and accepted, he could not kill her. Yet. But he could not allow her to roam unfettered, tempting him, a plague to his good sense, either. Which meant he would h