by Sunny
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
EIGHTEEN
NINETEEN
TWENTY
TWENTY-ONE
TWENTY-TWO
TWENTY-THREE
TWENTY-FOUR
TWENTY-FIVE
TWENTY-SIX
TWENTY-SEVEN
EPILOGUE
Teaser chapter
SUNNY
PRAISE FOR
LUCINDA, DARKLY
2007 Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award Nominee for Best Paranormal/Fantasy/Sci-Fi Erotic Romance
2008 Golden Quill Award Finalist in Fantasy/Science Fiction/Futuristic
“Once again Sunny has created an awesome story populated with endearing and sexy characters. This unabashedly sensual gothic story will feed your need for something new and fresh.”
—Romantic Times (top pick)
“Lucinda and her men are scorching hot, and you don’t want to miss them.”
—Joyfully Reviewed
“Lucinda, Darkly has it all. Write on, Sunny, write on! Don’t miss any of this author’s books, especially this one. A very, very good read.”
—Fresh Fiction
“An emotionally intense, sexually charged, gothic romance . . . Phenomenal! I would love to tell you about it—but I can’t and I won’t. If you’re in the mood for a different kind of paranormal read that is superbly written, marvelously told, and extremely sensuous, look no farther. Lucinda, Darkly is the book for you!”
—Romance Reader at Heart
“Exotic, erotic, and full of adventure and gripping action scenes. What a powerful beginning to a new series. Talk about coming out with a bang! Immensely addictive . . . Sunny is an amazingly gifted author who knows exactly how to grab her readers and bring them along for the ride.”
—Romance Junkies
“[A] superb fast-paced urban fantasy in the tradition of Laurell K. Hamilton.”
—Midwest Book Review
“One of those books that grabs you and won’t let go! Such an incredible start to a series, Lucinda, Darkly simply has it all. Each turn of the page will take you step-by-step into this intricately fascinating world. Sunny’s ingenious imagination captivates . . . Both erotica and paranormal readers alike will be engrossed by the story as Sunny introduces a place where pain brings pleasure and blood is an aphrodisiac.”
—Two Lips Reviews
“Lucinda, Darkly is . . . spellbinding. Sunny tells a wonderful story that is very intense, emotional, and sexually charged about a demon dead princess who finds romance and a part of herself that she was missing.”
—Night Owl Romance
“Full of paranormal passion, Sunny’s fast-paced first in a new erotic fantasy series, the Demon Princess Chronicles, introduces Lucinda, a six-hundred-year-old demon princess who’s getting bored with her long unlife.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Sunny is a wonderful writer who has created characters that readers will demand to learn more about and who they will enjoy reading as the characters find their way to happiness . . . A captivating series.”
—A Romance Review
PRAISE FOR
SUNNY AND THE MONA LISA NOVELS
“Tantalizingly erotic . . . seduces readers into the powerfully imaginative world of the Monère.”
—L. A. Banks
“A terrific debut sure to appeal to fans of Anne Bishop or Laurell K. Hamilton.”
—Patricia Briggs
“Darkly erotic.”
—Bertrice Small
“A seductive tale of magic and romance . . . Suspenseful twists . . . Heart-throbbing surprises . . . A haunting erotic fantasy series.”
—Publishers Weekly
“A pulse-pounding erotic adventure . . . Sunny creates a fascinating world that’s violent and sexual.”
—Romantic Times
“Oh my, Sunny, why have you addicted me? You awakened me to the world of the Monère and Mona Lisa, made a love for these characters bloom within me, and now you have me craving more and more of Mona Lisa and her extended family . . . A truly excellent read.”
—Fresh Fiction
“I have been impressed with the complexity of the series from the beginning and am amazed at the new threads that were woven into the whole in this installment. I cried myself silly when I read this and see that as a mark of a great writer, one who makes you feel for the people they have created.”
—Fallen Angel Reviews
“Wow! . . . Scorchingly hot and so incredibly touching.”
—Two Lips Reviews
“[An] erotic fantasy saga.”
—Midwest Book Review
Titles by Sunny
The Monère Novels
MONA LISA AWAKENING MONA LISA BLOSSOMING MONA LISA CRAVING MONA LISA DARKENING
Anthologies
OVER THE MOON ON THE PROWL
The Demon Princess Chronicles
LUCINDA, DARKLY LUCINDA, DANGEROUSLY
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A true pleasure working with you on these two series.
ONE
THEY SAY YOU get wiser as you get older. I don’t know about that. In my opinion, sometimes you just get dumber.
A Queen saw us and screamed. A Monère Queen garbed in the usual long black gown denoting her status. Like you couldn’t tell by the feel of her presence alone. She took one look at the seven of us and let loose a wail of terror as if the Wild Hunt had spit itself out of Hell and come to hunt her.
It wasn’t really her fault. But she was old enough to know better: close to three-quarters of a century, as far as I could tell. Then again, you could argue that I should know better also. I was over six hundred years old. Over seven hundred if you counted my other life before this, my Monère life—what I had been before I died and became demon dead. I lived in Hell now. Or at least I had before I was booted out due to circumstances entirely of my own making.
Those circumstances stood beside me now, cringing as the young Queen screamed her silly head off—the two I had bonded with. One was a demon creature as black as night. No, I take that back, he was even darker. The entirety of him was a charcoal shimmer of hair, skin, and eyes. No whites in those eyes, just darkness against darkness. Talon. My Floradëur, which literally meant flower of darkness. A poetic name that aptly described his tall, willow-wand slenderness, and the delicate features that edged over into feminine prettiness.
On the other side of me stood my other bondmate, Nico, the Monère warrior who had been intimately sheathed inside my body when Talon had forged the bond between us. The supernatural tie had accidentally linked all three of us together. It had been like, Oops, didn’t know that could happen. Not just the three-way bonding, but that something dead could be tied to something living. We were bound together now, the three of us, two creatures from Hell and a living Monère. And not just a living Monère, but a former Monère rogue—former because Nico was mine now. Officially recognized as such by High Court, where we presently were. Bringing us back to the screaming ninny at hand.
It wasn’t so much Nico and I who upset her. Demon dead that I was, I was a petite woman. Not too threatening in appearance, unless I wanted to be, which, trust me, I wasn’t trying to be at present. Nor was it Stefan—beautiful Stefan, the Monère warrior who I loved—or his human/Monère Mixed Blood ward, Jonnie, a young man of eighteen. Nope. It was the last two of our group that struck unholy terror into the Queen’s heart and made her raise up such a ruckus—Ruric and Hari. My royal demon bodyguards.
Yup, royal. I was a princess, daughter of the High Lord of Hell, and sister of its current ruler, Prince Halcyon. I was Princess Lucinda. But it was an empty title really. The only thing I ruled over was the occasional wayward demon I had caught over the last few centuries while roaming this earthly realm. As a guardian, it had been my job to find them and drag them back to Hell before they wreaked more havoc.
Another problem—a big one—had been that my paternity had been called into question. But no longer. I had proven that I was the High Lord’s daughter in a most indisputable way. And Daddy dearest had in turn sicced his two oldest demon guards on me. They were supposed to watch over me and keep me out of trouble. Hah!
Whatever my father’s intentions may have been, they seemed to have backfired. One look at Ruric, and your instant gut reaction was to scream in terror.
Ruric meant rock in the old language, and that was exactly what he happened to look like—one great big pile of hardness. Massive not so much in height—he stood only an inch or two over six feet—but more in width and depth. A great hulking mass of muscles. His impressive physique alone would have made him intimidating, but it was the startling ugliness of his face that took your breath away—and not in a good way. His coarse, heavyset features were rough and brutal, his eyes deep-set and slightly uneven. He was ugly as none of the Monère were. Even the plainest child of the moon caught a human’s eyes, and we had all been that once—Monère, supernatural creatures descended from the moon, blessed with her gifts. Ergo, those lucky enough to become demon dead afterward were usually blessed with pleasing looks. Not so, Ruric. He was exquisitely, revoltingly uncomely. He was also one of the last two existing demons, outside of my family, who carried the blood of the drakon. The dragon clan.
The other last existing demon of that almost extinct line stood next to him. Hari, who was handsome in a bad-boy, slithering-snake kind of way. Lean and mean, arrogant and abrasive, as dangerously mesmerizing as Ruric was ugly. The color of their skin was a lightly shadowed bronze, darker than even my golden hue because they had existed longer than I had in Hell. The only one cooked darker was my father, Blaec, whose skin shone a darkly burnished bronze after existing for over a millennium in our realm. Which put Ruric and Hari’s age at greater than my six hundred years, and less than the High Lord’s one thousand years of being.
Hari literally meant clever like a monkey. But if that was so, it was in a spoiled, infantile manner. He stood as tall as his clan mate, his sharp-bladed features curled into a snarling sneer. Not too handsome at the moment with that look of distaste distorting his face and casting it, well, more demonically.
We were an odd, assorted lot. But of everyone there, it was probably Hari, Ruric, and Talon who inspired such pure gut panic in the Queen. Hari and Ruric because they were exactly what they looked like—big, bad, demon predators. Talon because he was something she had never seen before—a creature of absolute darkness, as if he had been distilled from the very bowels of Hell. Of course, only someone who didn’t know Hell very well would think that. There were much worse things than the lovely flowers of darkness.
“Shut up,” I snapped. My instant gut reaction. Because the loud noise was not only embarrassing me but hurting my ears. She shut up. Not because she wanted to but because she had no choice. My verbal command, for the benefit of her guards who had all drawn their swords, and my even stronger mental one, had left her unable to do anything but obey me—one of the reasons why we demons were so feared. Not only for our greater physical strength but for the frightening psychic power we wielded. But, hey, you had to have some compensation for dying.
“Leave us,” I told her, waving my hand. “Go away.” It wasn’t so much my shooing motions but the unheard mental command I issued again that had her and her men leaving us in great haste.
Running toward us, in their place, was a whole slew of other guards—official ones belonging to High Court.
We hadn’t poofed out of thin air to appear in front of everyone, although their extreme reaction made it seem so. Nope. We’d arrived the usual way via the portal in the woods behind Halcyon’s little cottage here at High Queen’s Court. We had stopped at Halcyon’s quarters, happily reunited with Stefan and Jonnie, and then all of us had walked like calm, civilized beings onto the walkway where our paths had crossed with that dim-witted Queen, who acted as if she had never seen a demon before.
To give her the benefit of the doubt, she probably hadn’t. Most Monère didn’t unless they came to the bi-monthly Council sessions and caught a glimpse of my brother, Halcyon. He was like me, not that intimidating to look at. Unfortunately, that couldn’t be said of Ruric and Hari, who were intimidating even to other demons. And add to that the startlement factor of a midnight-black Floradëur.
But, come on. Most of the guards knew me. Or at least knew of me. I’d walked here quite tamely among them only a few days ago, and they had seen Talon then. But—memory kicking in belatedly—he had been a short, stunted thing at that time. Now he was as tall as Ruric and strikingly lovely, with his head in proportion to his body. I guess the change in him was rather startling. And one look at my two new demon bodyguards, with the Queen’s te
rrified screams on top of that, which had to have really harried their nerves . . . and you had guards approaching us with drawn swords.
Exactly what I had wanted to prevent. A situation.
I tamped down my urge to command them all mental ly as I had the Queen: Put away your silly swords.
I didn’t, out of respect for the Queen Mother; these guards belonged to her. But my teeth ground together in irritation, and my fingers curled into half-claws at being treated like the dangerous predator that I was. How very impolite.
A voice called out that I recognized. “Hold, men! Sheath your swords. It’s Princess Lucinda.” Captain Gilbert coming to the rescue. Not of me, but of his men. The well-trained guards obeyed their captain and put away their swords.
