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  MY KISS CAN KILL.

  I used to be ordinary Samantha Day, but that’s changed. Now, after one dark kiss from a dangerous boy, I can steal someone’s soul...or their life. If I give in to the constant hunger inside me, I hurt anyone I kiss. If I don’t...I hurt myself.

  Bishop is the one whose kiss I crave most, but if I kiss him, I’ll kill him. Then there’s another boy, one I can’t hurt. One whose kiss seems to miraculously quell my hunger. They’re both part of a team of angels and demons that’s joined forces in my city to fight a mysterious rising darkness, an evil that threatens everyone I know and love. I just wonder if I’ll be able to help Bishop—or if I’m just another part of the darkness he’s sworn to destroy....

  “Why are you here, Samantha?” His deep voice, edged with displeasure, came from right behind me.

  I clutched the railing tighter and squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to breathe at all, but that was kind of impossible. Even soulless, voracious monsters like me needed oxygen.

  When I inhaled this time, his familiar scent—warm, spicy and totally devastating—slid over me.

  Finally I forced myself to face him and my breath caught.

  I’d almost forgotten how effortlessly he affected me.

  Bishop’s dark brows were drawn tightly over intense cobalt-blue eyes. He towered over me—a full foot taller than my short five-two. Broad shoulders. Sinewy muscle rippled down his arms

  under his long-sleeved black T-shirt, which was drawn tight

  across his chest. His mahogany-colored hair was messy tonight.

  I had a sudden urge to slide my fingers through it to push it off his forehead. I fisted my hands at my sides to keep from automatically reaching toward him.

  The angel had had that effect on me from the first moment I met him. Uncontrollable. Compulsive. Irresistible.

  Praise for Dark Kiss:

  “More, please! Gorgeous angels, suspense and romance...this book has everything I love. I was pulled in from the very first sentence.”

  —Richelle Mead, New York Times bestselling author of the Vampire Academy series

  “Awesome story line, awesome characters...I highly recommend Dark Kiss as a must read.”

  —I Heart YA Books

  “A must read for all you angel/demon lovers out there... An outstanding start to this fab new series.”

  —The Book Hookup

  “Fantastic writing style, a sweet romance and...original and intriguing angel/demon lore.”

  —diminutivemimi.blogspot.com

  Books by Michelle Rowen available from Harlequin TEEN

  The Nightwatchers series (in reading order)

  DARK KISS

  WICKED KISS

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Aknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Crave used to be a prime hangout for dangerous monsters, but tonight I seemed to be the only one here.

  A week ago, I lost my best friend in the whole world in this very club. Literally lost her, in a swirling black vortex that opened up and swallowed her whole, and took her...somewhere else. Somewhere horrible.

  I didn’t know how yet, or when, but I clung to that small yet resilient hope that had taken firm root inside of me: I would find her.

  Carly had loved this all-ages nightclub and came here every weekend like clockwork, dancing till the place closed down. If I shut my eyes I could still see her on the dance floor, the one place she could forget her problems and let the music become her entire world.

  Damn, I missed her.

  But I had to come back tonight. I couldn’t wait any longer.

  There was somebody I had to find who used to hang out here a lot. Somebody I’d been searching the city for. Somebody who’d stolen something from me that I needed back before it was too late.

  I had no real idea when “too late” was going to be. But I had a sick, gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach that we were getting really close.

  “You look way too serious, Sam,” Kelly said lightly from across the booth. “And you’re not even listening to anything we’re saying.”

  “Sorry,” I began, my head still in a fog. I forced a smile to my lips and looked at Kelly and Sabrina—both blond and perky cheerleader types. I wasn’t blond, nor was I particularly perky or cheerful. But they were both good friends of mine, anyway.

  Well, maybe good friends was pushing it. We usually ate lunch at the same table and we had gym class together. I think they liked me. That totally counted.

  After their invite earlier today, I’d decided to join them here for a “girls’ night out.” At least, that’s what they thought it was. For me, it was an excuse to be here on the off chance I might find the boy who’d literally stolen my soul.

  “Yeah,” Sabrina agreed. “Like, earth to Samantha. What’s up with you?”

  “Nothing. I’m just a bit distracted tonight.”

  Understatement, table for one.

  Kelly took a sip of her Diet Coke and eyed the remains of the nachos that sat on the table between us. There wasn’t much left, thanks to me—just a bit of cheesy sludge and a couple soggy tortilla chips. A single jalapeño pepper remained, lying there mournfully after the battle its friends had lost.

  I couldn’t help it. I was really hungry tonight. And when I was hungry I needed to eat so my other cravings didn’t kick into overdrive.

  Unfortunately, the plate of nachos hadn’t helped a bit.

  “FYI, we were talking about Halloween,” Sabrina reminded me. “Do you know what you’re wearing to Noah Tyler’s party?”

  “Noah’s having a party?” I asked absently, keeping my eyes on the club over her shoulder while still trying my best to appear attentive.

  “Yeah. And he did tell me that he really wants you to be there.” She grinned. “I think somebody’s got a crush on you.”

  It took me a moment to clue in to what she meant. I cringed at the thought, and also the vague realization that Noah had been checking me out lately. I’d tried to ignore it. “He doesn’t.”

  She shrugged and the girls shared a knowing look. “Whatever you say. But you’re coming, right?”

  “Wednesday night?” I forced a look of interest as well as a cheery s
mile though I felt anything but. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

  I was definitely going to miss it. No question.

  They discussed their costumes. I half listened. The jalapeño pepper died a quick and painless death.

  Then I stayed behind as a song came on that they got incredibly excited about and they made their way to the nearby dance floor. A sprinkle of colorful lights fell across their faces as they joined the swell of other kids dancing to the throbbing beat of the techno song—from a close bump and grind to a frenetic waving of arms and legs. I used to do a kind of uncomfortable shuffle thing when it came to dancing. I had always been hyperaware that somebody might be watching, judging, laughing. All of the above.

  “Dance like nobody’s watching,” Carly always insisted.

  “Did you see that embroidered on a cushion somewhere?”

  She’d give me a grin. “Probably. But it’s still true. Gotta enjoy every moment because you never know when it’s going to be your last.”

  The memory of the eternal optimism of Carly Kessler made my throat too thick to swallow down another gulp of my ginger ale. I returned my full focus to scanning the club, the entrance, the dance floor.

  We’d been here for an hour. An hour to consume a plate of nachos, chat with a couple girls who generously tolerated my company, watch a couple hundred kids having a good time on a Saturday night, remembering that I used to be one of them, and to realize that this wasn’t getting me anywhere.

  The scent in the air was intense and it made it increasingly hard to think. Not sweat or perfume—something else. Something deeper that slithered around me like a boa constrictor, squeezing painfully tight.

  While I might look like a normal seventeen-year-old girl to anyone who didn’t know otherwise, without my soul I was now a “gray,” someone that had the ability to steal someone else’s soul through a kiss.

  It was a mistake to come here. It’s only getting worse.

  “Relax,” I commanded myself.

  But it was hard to relax when you couldn’t let yourself breathe deeply. Shallow breathing was the best way to maintain control in a busy place like this. I’d come here to find a missing person, not to pick out a potential victim.

  Finally, desperately needing to keep my mind off my unnatural but growing hunger, I pushed away from the booth and moved toward the brass railing that surrounded the dance floor and separated it from the seating area. I gripped the smooth, cold metal hard enough to make my knuckles turn white. After a few moments, my aching hunger finally eased off.

  And then it spiked back up to maximum.

  “Why are you here, Samantha?” His deep voice, edged with displeasure, came from right behind me.

  I clutched the railing tighter and squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to breathe at all, but that was kind of impossible. Even soulless, voracious monsters like me needed oxygen.

  When I inhaled this time, his familiar scent—warm, spicy and totally devastating—slid over me.

  Finally, I forced myself to face him.

  Bishop’s dark brows were drawn tightly over intense cobalt-blue eyes. He towered over me—a full foot taller than my short five-two. Broad shoulders. Sinewy muscle rippled down his arms under his long-sleeve black T-shirt, which was drawn tight across his chest. His mahogany-colored hair was messy tonight. I had a sudden urge to slide my fingers through it and push it off his forehead. I clenched my hands into fists at my sides to keep from automatically reaching toward him.

  “Why am I here?” I forced myself to say it casually. “Why wouldn’t I be? Crave’s a great place to hang out with friends.”

  “You’re looking for Stephen.”

  I shrugged a shoulder, tore my gaze away from his and studied the dance floor.

  “Samantha.”

  The way he said my name always made me shiver. Still, this time my gaze shot back to his with more annoyance than nonchalance. “I know you want me to stay home every night with the door locked, but I can’t do that. Besides, I haven’t heard from you in a few days. I figured I was on my own again.”

  Bishop’s expression remained frustratingly neutral. “I’ve been looking for him.”

  “Found him yet?”

  His jaw tensed. “Believe me, you’d be the first to know if I had.”

  “Well, if you haven’t found him, then it sounds like you need help. That’s why I’m here.”

  He hissed out a sigh. “Seriously, Samantha. You need to go home and let me handle this.”

  Hot anger ignited inside of me, helping me resist my automatic pull toward him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  Bishop’s brows were drawn together, but a smile now tugged at the corner of his lips. “Feisty tonight, aren’t we?”

  “Define feisty.”

  “Samantha Day. Seventeen years old. Normally a realist who knows right from wrong, but is currently glaring at me like she wants to punch me in the stomach.”

  “Good definition.” Something suddenly clicked for me. “You seem strangely okay tonight. What happened?”

  The smile fell from his lips completely. “I’m not okay. But I’ve found another way to deal with my problem when I have to.”

  “How? I didn’t think your particular problem came with a multiple choice solution.”

  “Neither did I.”

  He might look like a gorgeous eighteen-year-old boy, but Bishop was actually an angel who’d been sent here to Trinity to take care of the gray problem. But something went horribly wrong when he left Heaven. Another angel who wanted to sabotage his mission had made him a “fallen” angel—one with a soul. The soul was a punishment to those truly fallen. It wreaked havoc with their mental stability, causing them to go slowly insane. But it was also necessary for their ongoing survival. A soul to a fallen angel was a true double-edged sword. It messed up their minds, but without it they would perish.

  I’d kissed Bishop once and taken part of his soul—it had been the most amazing and horrible kiss of my entire life. Now I instinctively wanted more. And part of him—like any gray’s victim—wanted to be kissed again.

  Yeah. You could say it was a complicated relationship.

  “Well, I’m glad,” I said. “I guess now I know why I haven’t seen you lately. If you don’t need me to help you find your sanity, then you can focus on the mission instead. Sooner it’s completed, the sooner you can find a permanent solution to your problem. Right?”

  “You think that’s why I’ve stayed away? You don’t think it’s hard for me to be this close to you right now?” He leaned dangerously closer. “Remember, it’s not just you suffering here.”

  My hunger level shot through the roof.

  Oh, yes. I remembered.

  When his hand closed on my wrist, a shiver of electricity zipped across my skin. My eyes snapped to his. “You really shouldn’t touch me if you don’t need to.”

  “I know.”

  The rest of the club seemed to fall away so there was only he and I left behind.

  Right now, Bishop was too close and smelled way too good.

  “I haven’t had any slipups since I last saw you,” I said, my voice strained. “I can control this until we find Stephen.”

  “I know you’ve been on your best behavior.”

  I looked up at him, confused. Then clarity dawned. “Wait. Are you saying you’ve been watching me the past few days?”

  “It’s not always me. And it’s not all the time.”

  I gaped at
him, the thought that he’d been monitoring me made me feel like a potential shoplifter. “You don’t trust me.”

  His brows drew together. “This isn’t about trust.”

  “Sure it is.”

  “If Stephen tries to contact you when you’re alone, then I need to know.”

  I swallowed hard. “I’m worried you—or one of the others—is going to find him first and stick your dagger through his chest with no questions asked. One less gray to clean up later. But that can’t happen. I need him alive, so you need to back off.”

  That painfully sexy smile touched his lips again as he studied me. “Yes, definitely feisty tonight.”

  I snorted softly, but refused to let down my guard completely. “I need my soul back. I can’t live like this.”

  “I know.”

  The music shifted to a new song, even louder than the one before, if that was possible. The ground shook with the nearby dancers stomping on it. A waitress holding a tray of fried appetizers moved past us.

  “Are you here alone?” I asked.

  He glanced toward the far corner of the dark and noisy nightclub. “No. Brought some backup to help with the search while the others are out on regular patrol.”

  I looked to see who it was and cringed at the sight. Someone tall and blond and familiar.

  Kraven worked with Bishop to save the city from things like me. At first glance I would have guessed that Kraven was another angel.

  Nope.

  Heaven and Hell worked together very occasionally on problems that threatened the integral balance of light and dark, good and evil.

  Soul-eating monsters were just such a threat.

  Kraven represented the dark side of the scale.

  He was with a girl off in the corner and it was obvious that he was hitting on her. Heavily. He braced his hand over her shoulder, creating a partial cage she looked in no hurry to escape from. She grinned up at him as if in love. For all I knew, maybe she was.

  As I watched him warily, wondering what his plans for that innocent—or not so innocent—girl were, he glanced over his shoulder at me. A cool smile curled the corner of his mouth.