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Thursday, February 16, 2012

Review: The Darkest Prison (Lords of the Underworld #3.5) by Gena Showalter


Passion and danger collide in this brand-new, eBook exclusive Lords of the Underworld adventure!

Once, Atlas, the Titan god of Strength, was the Greek goddess Nike's slave. Now, he is her master. And soon these sworn enemies destined to destroy one another will be forced to risk everything for a chance at love...

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My Review:

The short book, The Darkest Prison, begins with Danika awakening from a bad dream. Reyes soothes her and she immediately sets to paint the images she has just envisioned. The painting shows a man Reyes does not recognize – and the man is being tortured in Cronus’ throne room. Reyes and Danika then agree to show Cronus the painting and see if the King of the gods recognizes who the man depicted in it is, thinking it could be a mutual enemy.

We are then whisked to Tartarus, the prison of the gods, where Atlas (the Titan god of Strength) is tattooing his counterpart, the Greek goddess of Strength, Nike, with his name on her back. We learn that Atlas is returning the favor Nike brandished on him long ago, when the Titans were the prisoners of the Greek gods.

It turns out that Atlas had tried to seduce Nike (who was one of his jailers) in hopes she would free him from Tartarus. The problem was he didn’t just seduce Nike, Atlas seduced any female jailer he could get a hold of.

Nike completely fell in love with Atlas, but on the day she was attempting to free Atlas, she discovers Atlas’ trysts with the rest of the jailers and throws Atlas back in jail. As punishment for deceiving her, Nike tattoos her name on Atlas’ chest.

Now that the tables have turned and the Titans are ruling the heavens, Nike finds herself in jail, and it’s Atlas’ turn to do the tattooing. But the tattoos don’t have the desired effect and both parties feel linked to one another.

Nike feels disgust for herself as she can’t stop loving the man who caused her so much grief and humiliation, but little does she know that not everything is as it seems. Atlas is battling similar emotions as he can’t stop thinking about the Greek goddess and finds himself wanting to do the unthinkable – take Nike out of Tartarus and keep her as a prisoner in his own home.

Will Cronus acquiesce to his request or will Atlas have to defy all of heaven to keep the woman he wants?

The Darkest Prison answers this and more – such as how Atlas and Nike are tied to the Lords of the Underworld. Most importantly, The Darkest Prison gives us a glimpse of what has become of Sienna (the human Paris – keeper of the demon, Promiscuity – has fallen for)! *dies*

Can’t wait to delve into the next book in the series – The Darkest Whisper!


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There was no time to protest. In less than it took to blink, Nike found herself smashed into the wall, Atlas pressing against  her, solid chest to soft breasts, his hands pinning her temples, his mouth slamming into hers. His tongue thrust deep, without warning, forcing its way past her teeth.

She could have bitten him. Wanted to bite him, actually, and not in affection. She wanted to draw blood, pain. Instead, her body became his slave, as if centuries of hatred hadn’t passed, and she welcomed him inside. She wound her arms around him and arched into his erection. Erection? Oh, yes. He was hard. Hard and long and thick.

His taste was decadent, wild and burning, like dark spices. His muscles were tensed under her palms. Up she moved them, until her fingers were tangled in his hair. The short spikes abraded deliciously, causing her to shiver.

Touch me,she wanted to shout. It had been so long, so damned long, since she’d experienced this. Oh, she’d been with other men since giving herself so foolishly to Atlas, because she’d been searching for something as intense as what they had shared. But each experience had left her hollow, unsatisfied. And then she had been captured—by Atlas himself—and unceremoniously stuffed into this prison.

With the lack of privacy, there’d been no opportunities to find companionship. Not that she would have wanted to or had even tried. No one drew her anymore. No one but Atlas, damn him.  Yes, damn him.Him . The man who had held her down only yesterday and etched his name into her flesh. What was she doing, allowing this? He would think she still cared for him. He would think she still pined for him, dreamed of him…craved him. That might be true, curse it, but she would never allow him to know it.

Panting, she tore her mouth away. “I don’t want you,” she lied. “Let me go. Now.”

A low growl erupted from his throat. “I don’t want you, either.” Once, twice, he rubbed his shaft against her. “But I’m not letting you go.”

Tremors slid the length of her spine. Sweet heaven. He’d hit her sweet spot, and sensation rocketed through her. Then one of his hands lowered and cupped her breast, and her knees almost buckled.

“Why?” The word was a mere whimper. And why was she allowing him the choice? Why wasn’t she ripping away from him?You are Strength. Act like it.

“Why won’t I let you go?” He rolled her hardened nipple between his fingers.

That was why she remained as she was, she thought, dazed. The pleasure was building, flowing through her veins, burning her up, recreating her into a new being. Someone who lived for satisfaction alone. Someone who didn’t care that the one responsible for her desire was an enemy.


“I just…I…” Those fingers tightened, stinging her a little. “Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Their mouths met again, and this time she rose on her tiptoes to meet him. She couldn’t stop herself. As their tongues clashed and warred, he cupped her ass and lifted her feet off the floor.

Forcing him to hold her weight would have been fun, but not nearly as pleasurable as winding her legs around his waist and pressing her needy core against his shaft. With her braced against the wall, he was able to tunnel both of his hands under her robe. Their bodies were too close together for him to reach her slick center, where she wanted him most, but having his hands on her cheeks, skin against skin, was almost as welcome. He was hotter than she remembered.

His lips left hers, but before she could moan her disappointment, he was kissing and licking his way down her neck.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes. Like that.”








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