Dark Taste of Rapture by Gena ShowalterDark Taste of Rapture by Gena Showalter

Dark Taste of Rapture

byGena Showalter

Mass Market Paperback | August 23, 2011

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New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter captivates with a dark, tantalizing world of humans, otherworlders, and a powerful AIR agent consumed by his desire for a woman he can never have. . . .

With one caress, he can give unforgettable pleasure . . . or unending pain. . . .

Hector Dean is shaved, tattooed, and totally ripped—and he has a deadly secret. He is a walking weapon, capable of killing with a single brush of his fingertips. Little wonder he’s determined to remain on his own. But Noelle Tremain is a temptation like no other. She is beautiful and rich, with a party girl smile that hides a shocking vulnerability, and from the beginning his sizzling attraction to her is undeniable. For the first time, his stone-cold resistance is tested. But to be with her, he risks destroying her.

When a wealthy businessman is murdered in New Chicago’s seediest district, the two are partnered, and there’s no escaping what they both want: each other. Yet neither Hector nor Noelle knows what to fear more—the killer case, or their own lethal desires. . . .
Gena Showalter writes in the genres of contemporary romance, paranormal romance, and young adult fiction. She is the author of the Alien Huntress series, Tales of an Extraordinary Girl series, Atlantis series, and Lords of the Underworld series. Her other books include The Stone Prince, The Pleasure Slave, and Catch a Mate. Her books h...
Title:Dark Taste of RaptureFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:464 pages, 6.75 × 4.19 × 1.2 inPublished:August 23, 2011Publisher:Pocket StarLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:1439175780

ISBN - 13:9781439175781


Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great! Yet another great book! Cant wait for the next one..hope its Dallas story!
Date published: 2014-04-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Noelle's story rocks. Yes I wanted to know Noelle, Corban Blue's ex girlfriends story. And it is great!
Date published: 2014-02-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great All showalter books are a great read
Date published: 2014-01-26
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant. Loved it! Kept me on edge of the seat and How could you just not like Noelle Tremain?? You couldn't. They both Hector and Noelle was annoying at times 'cus they both couldn't make up their minds -I like him-her and I dont, I want him-her but I don't- However that aside I'm sooo happy I read this! It was brilliant! Books 4-6 are definite must reads, that's Bride &Devyn, Mckelle & Ava and Hector & Noelle!
Date published: 2013-10-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great read!!! Definitely my favorite in the series. Hector Dean is beyond hot and he and Noelle sizzle together.
Date published: 2013-08-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from OMG! FANTASTIC I have followed this series for a while now and I will say that I have loved each and every book. However this one is the top. It is funny charming and romantic. One one needs love more than these two characters, and Showalter brought them together just right. A definate must read (but read the whole series;))
Date published: 2011-09-20

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Prologue TWO MEN STOOD IN the middle of a shadowed, barren field. Both were human. One was tall, muscled, with dark hair and a busted-up face. His syn-cotton shirt was torn, his jeans dirty, and his boots scuffed. There were telltale weapon bulges under his arms, at his wrists, and at his ankles. Clearly, he was the bodyguard. The other wore a perfectly tailored silk business suit, his Italian loafers freshly polished. His sun-kissed hair was expensively coiffed, and the only bulge he sported was the one in his pocket, where he kept his wallet. Clearly, he was the money. Acrid wind shrieked as if someone had cranked a hard rock song on a radio, dancing thick dirt granules in every direction, Money radiated impatience mixed with glee—until two other men materialized a few feet away, and the impatience vanished. The newcomers had appeared in a blink, without walking a single step: a white-haired Arcadian—an otherworlder with the ability to teleport, among other things—and another human, this one wearing a suit as well, only his was ill-fitting and made from a cheap synthetic fiber. The human’s arms were cuffed behind his back. He smelled of pungent fear and urine. Poor bastard must have pissed himself. Without a word, the Arcadian pushed the trembling male to his knees. Night’s about to get interesting. The rust-colored sky appeared swollen, the storm-drenched clouds ready to burst. In the center, the sun was a hemorrhaging hook of gold, offering only a fraction of light. That hardly mattered to the witness. From high in the gnarled trees surrounding the field, his gaze cut through the gloom as easily as a knife through flesh. “You think you can encroach on my territory?” Money snarled down at the kneeler. Another gust of wind created that perfect background music. “N—no. I just … I … I’m so sorry. I never meant …” “You never meant to offer New Chicago’s elite prettier girls? Better prices?” “No. No. You have to believe me. I only thought … hoped …” “You thought … hoped …” Money sneered. No question, he was a man used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. He held out his hand, and Bodyguard smacked the butt of a pyre-gun onto his palm. “Well, your thoughts and hopes just got you killed.” “No!” Kneeler sobbed like a baby. “Please! Don’t do this. I’ll leave New Chicago. I won’t ever come back. I swear!” Money nodded to the Arcadian, who jerked his T-shirt over his head and stuffed the material in Kneeler’s mouth. Kneeler shook his head, perhaps to dislodge the cloth, perhaps to attempt another plea for mercy. Either way, he failed. “You were right, you know,” Money said, smug now. “You won’t ever come back.” A blaze of yellow light erupted from the barrel of the gun, arrowing out and nailing Kneeler in his chest. A muffled scream of agony pierced the air. As Kneeler toppled to the ground, twitching, dying as his organs fried to a crisp, Money returned the gun to Bodyguard and wiped his hands in a job well done. © 2011 Gena Showalter