Susan Michaels was the hottest reporter on the Beltway Beat until she walked into a setup that ruined her reputation. Now she's working for a small Seattle paper, penning stories about killer moths and alien babies, convinced that her life couldn't get any worse… That was before an idea for a breaking news piece brought her to a local animal shelter where she ends up listening to her source rant about vampires and gets coerced into adopting a cat despite her allergies. But when her new pet suddenly reveals himself to be a gorgeous―and lethal―shapeshifter, Susan realizes that there's far more at stake than a career-saving by-line. Born into a world of predators, Were-Hunter Ravyn Kontis was betrayed by those he loved best. Soulless, pitiless, he has spent three hundred years battling the Daimons who seek to subjugate humankind. Against all odds, Susan evokes in Ravyn feelings of tenderness. Desire. Love. And with the ultimate battle about to begin, this one very human woman holds the power to shatter both their worlds... "Taut action and jaunty humor... Contains a delicious balance of suspense and sensuality and provides a tantalizing setup for the sequel." - Publishers Weekly "[Kenyon] is one of the defining authors of the new wave of paranormal romance." - Booklist "Kenyon's writing is brisk, ironic, sexy, and relentlessly imaginative. These are not your mother's vampire novels." - The Boston Globe PRAISE FOR AUTHOR SHERRILYN KENYON "Kenyon is the reigning queen of the vampire novel."--Barbara Vey, Publishers Weekly "An engaging read." Entertainment Weekly on Devil May Cry "Kenyon's writing is brisk, ironic, sexy, and relentlessly imaginative. These are not your mother's vampire novels." The Boston Globe on Dark Side of the Moon PRAISE FOR AUTHOR SHERRILYN KENYON "Kenyon is the reigning queen of the vampire novel."--Barbara Vey, Publishers Weekly "An engaging read."― Entertainment Weekly on Devil May Cry "Kenyon's writing is brisk, ironic, sexy, and relentlessly imaginative. These are not your mother's vampire novels."― The Boston Globe on Dark Side of the Moon New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon is a regular in the #1 spot. This extraordinary bestseller continues to top every genre in which she writes, including manga and graphic novels. More than 70 million copies of her books are in print in more than one hundred countries. Her current series include The Dark Hunters®, The League®, Deadman’s Cross™, Chronicles of Nick®, Hellchasers™, Mikro Chasers™, and The Lords of Avalon®. Her Chronicles of Nick® and Dark-Hunter® series are soon to be major motion pictures. Dark Side of the Moon By Kenyon, Sherrilyn St. Martin's Paperbacks Copyright ©2006 Kenyon, Sherrilyn All right reserved. ISBN: 0312934343 Chapter One  Seattle, 2006   BOY EATEN BY KILLER MOTHS.   Susan Michaels groaned as she read the headline for her latest story. She knew better than to read the rest of the article, but something inside her just wanted to feel kicked this afternoon. God forbid that she ever took pride in her work again. . . .     Bred in a lab in South America, these top secret moths are the next generation of military assassins. They are genetically engineered to think their way into an enemy’s lair where they bite the neck of the target and infect them with a concentrated poison that is completely undetectable and that will render the victim dead within an hour.   Now they have escaped the lab and were last seen heading north, straight for the central U.S. Be on guard. They could be in your neighborhood within the month. . . .     Dear Lord, it was worse than she’d imagined.   Her hands shaking in anger, she got up from her desk and headed straight into Leo Kirby’s office. As usual, he was online, reading some poor slob’s blog and making copious notes.   Leo was a short, lean man with long black hair that he always wore in a ponytail. He also had a goatee, cold gray eyes that never laughed, and a strange spiderweb tattoo on his left hand. He was dressed in a baggy black T-shirt and jeans, with a giant Starbucks travel mug at his elbow while he worked. In his mid-thirties, he’d be cute if he wasn’t so damned annoying.   “Killer moths?” she asked.   He looked up from his notepad and shrugged. “You said we were going to have a moth invasion. I just had Joanie rewrite the story to make it more marketable.”   She gaped in total astonishment. “Joanie? You had Joanie rewrite the story? The woman who wears tinfoil in her bra so that the people with x-ray vision can’t see her breasts? That Joanie?”   He didn’t flinch or miss a beat. “Yeah, she’s my best writer.”   Talk about insult to injury. . . . “I thought I was your best writer, Leo.”   Sighing heavily, he swiveled his chair to face her. “You would be if you had any imagination whatsoever.” He held his hands up dramatically as if to illustrate his point. “C’mon, Sue, embrace your inner child. Embrace the absurd that li