As Knox sprinted across the frozen tundra, he summoned a thick cover of shadows.
In seconds, total blackness shrouded him, hiding himâ€”and Valeâ€”from the view of others.
â€śCanâ€™t see,â€ť she said, her teeth chattering. â€śSo
â€śYou donâ€™t need to see.â€ť The urge to return to the prison and
pick off survivors bombarded him, but his desire to save the little Terran proved stronger.
One minute had ticked into another, more and more of her
strength drained, until she stopped fighting entirely. She even lost her grip on her bag.
Earlier sheâ€™d mentioned medicine. He doubled back,
grabbed the pack and hefted it over his shoulder, but she offered no thanks. The feisty mortal
had grown quiet, as well.
At this rate, she would freeze to death before he reached his
glanced at his right hand. Good to go.
Rifters were made of a crystal-metal hybrid and resembled
open-ended thimbles. They fit over the first, second and third fingers, and stretched from the
nail bed to the middle knuckle. When you clinked them together, they vibrated. When they
vibrated, you could wave them through the air to cut a doorway to somewhere else on Terra.
You had only to imagine where you wanted to go. Somewhere youâ€™d been before, or seen in
On his left hand was a bejeweled ring that acted as a type of
projector; underneath it, injected in his knuckle, was a rice-size device, the key to
communicating with his home-realm.
Every combatant had a transmitter and a set of Rifters.
Though Knox wasnâ€™t as far from combat as desired, he
pictured the bunker. Picking a spot with his gazeâ€”about a hundred yards aheadâ€”he clinked
the Rifters together, and waved the vibrating pieces through the air. In the spot heâ€™d selected,
two layers of air seemed to peel away from each other, as if theyâ€™d ruptured, an entrance to
the underground paradise appearing.
To prevent anyone who might be nearby from gazing inside
the home, he also beckoned shadows to rise from the ice and shield the doorway. If
combatants couldnâ€™t picture his safe house, they couldnâ€™t open a rift of their own in order to
No matter how many centuries had passed since his last
visit, he had no doubts the bunker would be intact. It was a masterpiece of technology earned
from one of his previous All War victories, able to update automatically, self-clean, self-sustain
and produce what he needed, when he needed it.
The bunker was his â€śweapon choice.â€ť Heâ€™d known he could
steal swords, daggers and guns from other warriors. Couldâ€”and had. Minutes after arriving on
Terra, heâ€™d beheaded Legend of Honoria and claimed possession of the brass knuckle
daggers. Minutes after that, heâ€™d removed the heart of Jagger of Leiddiad and
claimed a revolver. Holster the gun, and it would mystically
He ran faster, faster still. The rift would remain open for sixty
seconds. No more, no less. Almost thereâ€¦
Knox entered the bunkerâ€¦everything was intact, as
expected, even clean and well lit. Most of the weapons heâ€™d won were stashed away, hidden
by shadows. To the right, a small table with different maps, just as heâ€™d left it. To the left, a
waterfall cascaded into a large, stone-rimmed tub that resembled a natural cenote. Just
ahead, a soft bed positioned underneath a canopy of fruit trees.
If the other warriors ever discovered the plethora of riches
here, he would become everyoneâ€™s favorite target. Well, more of a favorite target.
Knox tossed Vale and the bag onto the bed and spun, facing
the rift, ready to kill anyone who dared to follow him through. Five seconds. Ten. Vale
muttered incoherently about coffee beans, potatoes and eggs. He needed to tend to her, and
soon, but didnâ€™t allow himself to face her. Fifteen seconds. Twenty.
The rift wove back together at last.
Knox sheathed his daggers and rushed to the bed to look
over his guest. Her lips were tinted blue, her cheeks chapped and too pink, the rest of her too
pale. Once vibrant gold and green irises had dulled and were now glazed with pain. Worse, her
movements had become uncoordinated.
When mortals were exposed to cold for too long, their
bodies sacrificed their extremities to care for their internal organs. Vale was at that stage, no
longer able to shiver.
â€śTired,â€ť she might have whispered.
â€śStay awakeâ€”thatâ€™s an order.â€ť
â€śWe need to warm you up slowly.â€ť Too quickly, and her heart
would burst from strain created by uninhibited blood flow.
But how? The bunker had no fireplace.
â€śWarmâ€¦yessss,â€ť she breathed.
The bathâ€”it was controlled by a computer system, just like
everything else in the bunker. With simple vocal commands, he could heat the water to his
Very well. â€śVale, to warm you properly I will need to remove
your clothing. All right?â€ť
â€śYes, anythingâ€”just want to be warm.â€ť
With strong, sure motions, he removed her jacket, thermals
and tights, leaving her in a bra and panties. His jaw slackened. Her body. All feminine curves,
ripe sensuality and wicked temptation.
Desire delivered a hard one-two punch to his gutâ€”desire he
couldnâ€™t control or override. He rubbed a hand over his mouth.
Ignore her appeal. Persevere. Do
She was curvier than heâ€™d expected, with plump breasts, a
trim waist and delightfully rounded hips. On the flat plane of her stomach and thigh were
multiple tattoos of flowers. Some petals appeared raisedâ€”to cover scars? Yes, oh, yes.
Someone had hurt her.
He tensed, ready to strike at the offender in the most horrific
ways. Or offenders, plural? He would kill them all, ripping out theirâ€”
Ignore the rage!
Knox slid his arms underneath Valeâ€™s exquisite frame, and
lifted her against his chest. Light as air. Though she hadnâ€™t succumbed to sleep, her limbs
remained lax, her head lolling back and forth.
For a moment he missed her indomitable spirit. Which was
foolish. Her indomitable spirit would cause nothing but problems.
Knox carried her to the tub, plucking a piece of fruit along
the way. He kicked off his boots before stepping into the cool water, shirtless, though still
wearing pants. For the girlâ€™s sakeâ€”mostly. He submerged her, only her face remaining above
â€śGauge the femaleâ€™s core temperature, heat gradually to
prevent complications from hypothermia,â€ť he commanded.
As they soaked, the grit and grime from battle washed from
his skin, and the antiseptic qualities of the self-cleaning water disinfected any lingering
wounds, speeding up the healing process.
He ate the fruit, his stomach grateful for nourishment after
being empty for so long.
In the ensuing fifteenâ€¦thirtyâ€¦forty-five minutes, the water
warmed to an Iviland summer. Hot, but not stifling.
Â Â Â Â Â Â Soon, she would awake. Â What would he do with her
Gods of War
Gena Showalter, the New York Times bestselling author who brought
you the Lords of the Underworld, introduces a scorching new
paranormal romance seriesâ€¦Gods of War
Knox of Iviland, the most ruthless warrior in All War history, has spent his life fighting others to
the death, winning new realms for his king. Now the stakes are higher than ever. If he prevails
in the battle for Earth, his slave bands will be removed. Victory is his sole focusâ€¦until he
On an arctic getaway with her foster sister, street tough but vulnerable Vale London is
shocked to stumble upon a cave filled with ancient gods waging epic combat. When she is
inadvertently drawn into their war, she is forced to team up with an unlikely allyâ€”the sexy god
who makes her burn with desire.
Though Vale is his enemy, Knox is consumed with lust and a fierce need to protect her. But
only one combatant can triumph, and he will have to choose: live for freedom, or die for love.
Paranormal Romance | Romance Paranormal [HQN, On Sale: October
23, 2018, Mass Market Paperback, ISBN: 9781335041104 / ]
is the New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of the
wildly popular White Rabbit Chronicles, the Angels of the Dark, the Lords of the Underworld,
and the Otherworld Assassins series. In addition to being a National Reader's Choice and RITA
nominee, her romance novels have appeared in Cosmopolitan and Seventeen magazine, and
have been translated in multiple languages. She lives in Oklahoma with her family and
menagerie of dogs, and truly believes love conquers all.
No comments posted.