"Surprises and love are in her future!"
Reviewed by Annetta Sweetko
Posted July 31, 2022
Romance Paranormal
After being weak after her turning, Satin vowed never to be weak again. One of the strongest, kick butt fighters known she yields to no man. Marco, the owner of the new Were club outside of Chicago, allows Satin to join his little fight club. But only with him - the no strings attached doesn't quite work out as planned. To do a favor for the Vampire King she has no choice but to leave, but she never plans to STALK THE DARKNESS with an infuriating Were chasing after her. Nor is it possible for a vampire to get pregnant! Isn't it?
STALK THE DARKNESS is one of those books that, no matter what you expect, there are some twists that take you in a completely different direction. Satin's past is slowly revisited - and there in itself will be a lot of surprises. There is an evil surrounding her that she never realized was there until she has to go in search of Levet's aunt Bertha - the only family member who was ever nice to the miniature gargoyle. It is she who tells Satin she is pregnant, which is impossible unless that tricky Were did something to her. Marco is an alpha, the cousin to Salvatore (Book 6), and he finds himself in love with the vampire, so after she goes missing, he goes after her, but when he finds her, she traps him as she had planned on trapping Bertha. This brings Salvatore into Styx's face, and he ends up sending Troy, the Prince of Imps, and Levet out to find them both. Styx is happy he has gotten rid of Levet, but no one else is thrilled - especially Troy.
The adventure is fairly twisted as Bertha is stuck in human form and a voice keeps telling her what to do and tells her to be ready but not really ready for what. So her journey has a number of fun moments - at least fun for her because if she has to be a human, she might as well enjoy it.
STALK THE DARKNESS is the 19th of author Alexandra Ivy's Guardians of Eternity, but it is just as much fun to read as all the others. So, if you love paranormal with Weres, vampires. gargoyles, demons, danger, intrigue, fights, and a romance that will leave you breathless. Then you need to get STALK THE DARKNESS and enjoy!
SUMMARY
In New York Times bestselling author Alexandra Ivy’s thrilling new romance, a vicious evil stalks two Guardians of Eternity, waiting to attack where they never expected . . .
Becoming a vampire nearly killed Satin. After decades in hiding to reach fighting strength, she swore never to be weak again. Instead, she flings herself into the joys of life. Like “combat practice” with Marco, the owner of the wildest club outside of Chicago. Getting a workout with the sizzling Were is the ultimate no-strings-attached pleasure. Until a chaos-strewing demon leaves Satin with an impossible, infuriating diagnosis: Vampires don’t get pregnant.
Marco prides himself on being the perfect Were—strong, savage, and barely housetrained. But with Satin gone on her mysterious quest, he’s compelled to follow. This raven-haired warrior might be his mate for all eternity. But a dark presence hovers around her. If Marco and Satin can’t solve its riddle in time, there won’t be any future to worry about . . .
ExcerptChapter 1
Every demon in Chicago could recognize Satin. It wasn’t just the fact that she was a stunningly beautiful vampire with thick black hair that tumbled down her back and a pale face dominated by eyes the precise shade of aged cognac. Or that she managed the Viper Pit, the most exclusive demon club in the city. It was the thunderous power that vibrated around her reed-slender body. The sort of power that was usually reserved for a clan chief.
Her notoriety meant that she was rarely challenged. By anyone. Something she appreciated when she was working, but it did ensure that there wasn’t much variety in her life.
Until now.
Standing at the edge of the clearing, Satin absorbed the pulse of her surroundings. If her heart could beat it would be thumping with excitement. Instead, it was her fully extended fangs that throbbed in anticipation.
The night air was laced with the scent of her prey. A rich male musk that was unique to pureblooded Were. It whispered of power and sex and the most delicious pain. Relishing the raw, primitive sensations that vibrated through her, Satin stepped out of the thick fringe of trees and allowed the moonlight to bathe her in silver.
When she’d first sought out this secret club that sprawled over a hundred empty acres an hour south of Chicago it had been to scope out the competition. Viper, the local clan chief, and owner of the Viper Pit wasn’t a male who shared his territory. If the Were was attempting to steal their customers, then she would shut him down. Permanently.
It had only taken one visit to realize that the Hunting Grounds was nothing like Viper’s club. There was no elegant building, no plush booths, or beautiful waiters delivering the finest champagne while soft music played in the background. This place was woodlands and overgrown fields and meadows that were shrouded in layers of magic. The demons didn’t come her to mingle or seek their eternal mates. They came to hunt and fight and enjoy meaningless sex with complete abandon.
Even better, the owner of the club, Marco, had strict rules that kept the bloodshed to a minimum. Every guest was there of their free will and any of them could call a halt to the game whenever they wanted.
It was a place for the most powerful demons to test their strength against each other without fear of lasting consequences. And if the night ended with a bout of sizzling sex…so much the better.
Which was exactly why Satin had returned over and over again. There were few creatures who could match her in a one-on-one battle. Perhaps Viper or Styx who was the current King of Vampires. And there were even fewer demons could stir her icy passions to a fever pitch.
On cue, a large male joined her in the clearing.
She hissed, as always stunned by the sight of Marco. Even for a pureblooded Were he was tall with broad shoulders and muscles that rippled beneath his white silk shirt and black slacks. His dark hair was cut short, emphasizing the chiseled symmetry of his features and his eyes that were as dark as the pits of hell and circled with a rim of shimmering gold. It was the brutal heat and savage strength in the air when he was near that enticed Satin. He was not only the local pack master, but he was a cousin to Salvatore, King of Weres.
A perfect opponent.
In more ways than one.
Marco flashed a smug smile, folding his arms over his impressive chest. “I knew you would be here tonight.”
Satin felt a stab of irritation. Was the jerk implying that she was predictable? Or that she simply couldn’t stay away? Either one pissed her off.
“You can read the future? Impressive.”
His smile widened. “I can’t read the future, but I can read you.”
The air dropped by several degrees. “Doubtful.”
His nose flared, a hint of his wolf flashing gold in the depths of his dark eyes. “I can smell your hunger.”
“Actually, I ate before I left my lair,” she drawled.
“You’re not hungry for food.”
“No?”
“You’re hungry for me.”
He was right, of course. It’d been nearly a week since she’d last visited the Hunting Grounds and she’d grown increasingly restless. As if she had an itch she couldn't scratch. But she’d have her fangs extracted before she was going to let him know he’d struck a nerve.
“Of course, you would assume every female desires you.” She lifted her hand to her lips, as if stifling a yawn. “Males are so predictable.”
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