As you all know I am completely obsessed with J.R. Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood series. So... that being said, I am going to be posting a snippet every Friday until release day March 26, 2013 (originally posted on J.R. Ward's facebook page) I hope you enjoy them
**Due to technical difficulties (yes I am blaming the computer) Week 2 which should have been posted LAST Friday has been added to this week so YAY two snippets ;-)
Pre-Order NOW -- Lover At Last: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood
Qhuinn, son of no one, is used to being on his own. Disavowed from his bloodline, shunned by the aristocracy, he has finally found an identity as one of the most brutal fighters in the war against the Lessening Society. But his life is not complete. Even as the prospect of having a family of his own seems to be within reach, he is empty on the inside, his heart given to another....
Blay, after years of unrequited love, has moved on from his feelings for Qhuinn. And it’s about time: The male has found his perfect match in a Chosen female, and they are going to have a young—just as Qhuinn has always wanted for himself. It’s hard to see the new couple together, but building your life around a pipe dream is just a heartbreak waiting to happen. As he’s learned firsthand.
J.R. Ward - And in this book, where upon Layla grows a set:
In the Old Language, she hissed, “If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find you where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown.”
That last word was drawn out, until its syllable was lost in more growling.
Until Doc Jane said dryly, “Annnnd this is why they say the female of the species is more dangerous than the male.” -Lover at Last, MS pg. 251
Straightening up so the full force of that cold blast hit him square in the face, Qhuinn glared into the rush, picturing those pines ahead that he couldn’t see because his eyes were watering from the wind. Opening his mouth, he screamed bloody murder, adding his voice to the maelstrom.
Godd*mn it, he wasn’t going down like a pussy. No ducking, no pathetic oh-please-God-no-saaaaaave-me. F**k that. He was going to meet death with his fangs bared and his body braced and his heart pounding not from fear, but from a whole boatload of . . .
“Bl** me, Grim Reaper!” -Lover at Last MS, pg. 148