Blog Tour: A Reign of Storm and Madness by Lucinda Dark

Enemies make dangerous lovers … or so they say.

A Reign of Storm and Madness, an all-new enemies to lovers, why choose, dark fantasy academy romance and the second book in the Mortal Gods Series from bestselling author Lucy Smoke writing as Lucinda Dark is now available!

I am not a chosen of the Gods, but a bloody tragedy of their choices.

I have endured worse than the Darkhavens. Torture. Pain. Manipulation.

There is nothing anyone can do to me that I have not already done to myself.

Ruen’s betrayal will not break me. Despite the punishment I receive, my goal remains the same:

Find the target.

Terminate them.

Free myself from the Underworld Assassination Guild.

It doesn’t matter if I let a single night of weakness bind me to one of them. I can’t let it matter. They’re all guilty in my eyes.

Before I am done, they will learn I am more.

I am the kiss of death.

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Something vicious and wicked rips at my gut. It slices its cold, cruel talons through my insides and if I didn’t know it was all in my head, the pain, the hurt, the—I cut that thought off with a shake of my head as I watch the sun rise over the frothy waves. To the east.

I often wonder what changes would my life have taken had my brothers and I been taken to Perditia instead of Riviere. What I know of the place is minor, but I do know that Azai—our sire—avoids it like the plague. Just that fact alone makes it a desirable home. A place far from his reach, far from the center of the cruelest Gods. A place that even Tryphone, himself, respectfully keeps his distance from.

Would anything have been different had I gone to the eastern mountains? I wonder silently. Would I have avoided meeting the Terra now residing down within the lowest dungeons?

I close my eyes and inhale slowly through my nose and exhale out of my mouth as I try to stifle that unerring emotion that has wracked me since the night I visited my Terra—no, since I visited Kiera—down in the dungeons.

Quiet footsteps echo along the path leading to the overlook I’m currently standing before. Few people—Mortal Gods or not—brave the icy breath of the morning air to see the sunrise here. Those that have previously … well, suffice it to say that this broken point is not for those who wish good lives for themselves.

Therefore, the sound of someone’s approach has me turning back the way I came, angling my body in such a way as to not give away the fact that I’m curious, but instead to make it look like a natural shift on my feet.

The dark gleam of ebony skin and cool, misty eyes that are most certainly not of this world have me tensing further the second I recognize them. Caedmon. I face the sight before me once more and grind my teeth. Any other God, I’d be happy to contend with at this moment. Axlan, with all his bluster and aggression. Narelle, with her cold cutting eyes. Even Dolos would be preferable at this moment. All of them, I could shield against. I could draw the walls up and let the ice fall into place, hiding my truths. But not him.

Never him.

Caedmon doesn’t say anything as he slows his gait and approaches where I stand against the jagged stone railing that looks out across the blackened sea and the cloudy mountains so far in the distance that they’re mere specs in my imagination. Far below, the sound of the ocean crashes against the cliffside, angry and unforgiving. Much like my own damn mind.

I look down. Rocky pillars jut up and out of the black, blue, and gray swirling waters like knives. Sharp and unrelenting. One step off and I know it won’t matter how much Divine blood resides within me, my death would be slow and deserved. This place truly has earned a reputation, and therefore, it seemed like the perfect place to contemplate my current thoughts as the day arrives—just as impossible to stop as the inviting waters below. It would be so quick…

“Nasty way to go,” Caedmon speaks, sounding half-amused. My brows shoot up and at the same time my body goes rigid with the silent threat in those words. I didn’t know that the Prophecy God could peek into another’s head like that.

Caedmon chuckles, low and musical in sound. “I can’t read your mind,” he says, guessing my thoughts if his words are to be believed, “but I think I’ve known you long enough and well enough to know what you’re thinking about as you stand here at the edge of the world.”

The muscles along my spine loosen but only slightly. Until he continues.

“But also, I saw you jumping off this ledge this morning in my dreams last night, so that might have helped to guess your thoughts.” He doesn’t sound disapproving as he reveals a piece of my potential future as if it’s little more than talking about what he’ll have for lunch.

I blink and gape at him. Shock courses through me. “I jump?”