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The King: Black Dagger Brotherhood Series: Book 12 (English Edition) [Format Kindle]

J. R. Ward
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Manhattan’s Meatpacking District, Present

“Give me your mouth,” Wrath demanded.

Beth tilted her head back and leaned into her mate’s arms. “You want it? So take it.”

The growl that came out of that massive chest was a reminder that her man was not, in fact, a man. He was the last purebred vampire left on the planet—¬and when it came to her and sex, he was fully capable of going wrecking-¬ball to get at her.

And not in the stupid-¬ass Miley Cyrus poser-¬sex way—¬and provided Beth was willing, of course. Although really, when a woman had the opportunity to get with six feet, nine inches of hard-¬ass dressed in black leather, who just happened to have pale green eyes that glowed like the moon, and black hair down to the aforementioned concrete posteri-or?

No was not just out of her vocabulary; it was a foreign concept.

The kiss that came at her was brutal and she wanted it that way, Wrath’s tongue thrusting into her as he shoved her backward through the open doorway of their secret hideaway.

Slam!

Best sound in the world. Well, okay, second-¬best—¬number one being what her man made when he came inside of her.

At the mere thought of it, her core opened even further.

“Oh, fuck,” he said into her mouth as one of his hands slipped in between her thighs. “I want this—yeah . . . are you wet for me, leelan.”

Not a question. Because he knew the answer, didn’t he.

“I can smell you,” he groaned against her ear as he ran his fangs up her throat. “The most beautiful thing in the world—¬except for your taste.”

That gravel in his voice, the straining in his hips, that hard length pressing into her—¬she orgasmed right then and there.

“Fuck me, we need to do this more,” he gritted as she ground herself against his hand, working her hips. “Why the fuck haven’t we come down here every night?”

The thought of the mess that waited for them back in Caldwell drained some of the heat out of her. But then he started massaging her with his fingers, working the seam of her jeans against her most sensitive place while his tongue probed her mouth the way he did when he was . . . um, yeah.

Gee whiz, what do you know, surprise, surprise—¬everything about his being King and the assassination attempt and the Band of Bastards just floated away.

He was right. Why the hell didn’t they make time for this slice of heaven on a regular basis?

Giving herself up to the sex, her hands tangled in his waist-¬length hair, its softness at odds with the harshness of his face, the strength in his incredible body, that iron core of his will. She’d never been one of those silly chippies who dreamed about a Prince Charming or a fairy-¬tale wedding or any of that Disney musical bullcrap. But even for someone who had had no illusions and no intention of ever signing a marriage certificate, there was no way she would have pictured herself with Wrath, son of Wrath, King of a race that as far as she had known back then was nothing more than a Halloween myth.

Yet here she was, head over heels with a straight-¬up killer who had a trucker’s vocabulary, a royal bloodline as long as his arm, and enough attitude to make Kanye West look like a self-¬esteem reject.

Okay, he wasn’t quite that egocentric—¬although, yup, he probably would cut Taylor Swift off in a heartbeat, but that was because rap and hip-¬hop were his music of choice and not ’cuz he was being a hater.

Bottom line, her hellren was a his-¬way-¬or-¬no-¬way kind of guy, and the throne he sat on meant that personality defect was embraced on bended knee as the law of the land.

Talk about a perfect storm. The good news? She was the sole exception, the only person who could talk sense into him when he really got his hackles up. It was like that with all of the Brothers and their mates: Members of the Black Dagger Brotherhood, the race’s elite group of fighters and meatheads, were not known for being easygoing. Then again, you didn’t want pussies on the front line of any war, especially when the bad guys were of the ilk of the Lessening Society.

And those goddamned Bastards.

“I’m not going to make it to the bed,” Wrath moaned. “I gotta be in you now.”

“So take me on the floor.” She sucked on his lower lip. “You know how to do that, don’t you?”

More growling, and a big shift in the planet’s orientation as she was popped off the ground and laid out on all that polished wood. The loft that Wrath had once used as a bachelor pad was right out of central casting: It had a cathedral ceiling, an empty warehouse’s decor, and the matte black paint job of an Uzi. It was nothing like the Brotherhood mansion where they lived, and that was the point.

As beautiful as that place was, all the gold leaf and crystal chande-liers and antique furniture could get a little stifling—

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip.

With that happy noise, she lost another outfit in her wardrobe—¬and wasn’t Wrath proud of himself: Flashing fangs long as daggers and white as the driven snow, he proceeded to turn her silk button-¬down into a Swiffer, shredding the thing off her naked breasts, buttons flying everywhere.

“Now, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.” Wrath tore off his wraparounds and smiled, exposing his dental hardware. “Nothing in the way . . .”

Looming over her, he latched onto her nipple while his hands went to the waistband of her black jeans. All things considered, he was pretty polite as he unhooked the catch and unzipped, but she knew what was coming. . . .

With a violent jerk, he laid waste to what had been a two-¬week-¬old pair of Levi’s.

She didn’t care. Neither did he.

Oh, God, she needed this.

“You’re right, it’s been way too long,” she hissed as he went after his own fly, popping the buttons free, unleashing an erection that still man-aged to take her breath away.

“I’m sorry,” he bit out as he grabbed her behind the neck and mount-ed her.

As she opened her thighs wide for him, she knew exactly why he was apologizing. “Don’t be—¬Jesus!”

The blazing possession was exactly what she wanted—¬and so was the rough ride he gave her, his heavy weight crushing her, her bare ass squeaking against the floor as he pounded into her, her legs straining to link around so he could go even deeper. It was total domination, his great body pistoning in an erotic pump that got ever faster and more intense.

But as good as it was, she knew how to take things to the next level. “Aren’t you thirsty yet?” she drawled.

Total. Molecular. Stoppage.

Like he’d been hit with an ice ray. Or maybe a truck.

As he lifted his head, his eyes lit up so brightly, she knew if she looked on the floor next to her, she’d see her own shadow.

Digging into his shoulders with her nails, she arched up to him and cocked her head to the side. “How about something to drink?”

His lips curled off his fangs and he let out a cobra’s hiss.

The bite was like being stabbed, but the pain faded into a sweet delirium that carried her to another dimension. Floating and grounded at the same time, she moaned and pushed her fingers into his hair, yanking him even closer as he sucked at her throat and thrust into her sex.

She orgasmed—¬and so did he.

Duh.

God, after a dry spell of how long? At least a month—¬which was unheard of for them—¬she realized how much they both had to have this. Too much static from all the demands around them. Too much stress polluting the hours. Too much toxic crap they didn’t have time to process with each other.

Like, after he’d been shot in the neck, had they really talked about it? Sure, there had been the OMG, you’re alive, you made it stuff . . . but she was still flinching every time a doggen opened a bottle of wine in the dining room or the Brothers played pool after hours.

Who knew that a cue ball smacking into a rack sounded exactly like a gun going off?

She hadn’t. Not until Xcor had decided to put a bullet into Wrath’s jugular.

Hardly the kind of education she’d been looking for—

For no good reason, tears flooded her eyes and broke free, tangling in her lashes and seeping down her cheeks even as another round of pleasure flooded her body.

And then the image of Wrath’s gunshot wound billboarded her vi-sion.

Red blood on the bulletproof vest he’d worn. Red blood on his muscle shirt. Red blood on his skin.

The dangerous times come home, the ugliness of reality no longer a hypothetical bogeyman in her mental closet, but a scream in her soul.

Red was the color of death to her.

Wrath froze for a second time and jerked his head up. “Leelan?”

Opening her eyes, she had a sudden panic that she couldn’t see him right, that that face she looked for in every room no matter the hour was gone, that that visual confirmation of his life wasn’t going to be there for the taking anymore.

Except all she had to do was blink. Blink, blink, blink . . . and he was back with her, clear as day.

And that made her cry more. Because her strong, beloved man was blind—¬and though that didn’t make him handicapped in her opinion, it did cheat him out of some fundamentals, and that just wasn’t fair.

“Oh, fuck, I hurt you—”

“No, no . . .” She took his face in her hands. “Don’t stop.”

“I should have gone over to the bed—”

The sure way to get him refocused was to arch under him, and she did, undulating and rolling her hips so that her core stroked him. And Hello, big boy, the friction registered, rendering him tongue-¬tied and torn.

“Don’t stop,” she reiterated, trying to draw him back down to her vein. “Ever . . .”

But Wrath held off, stroking a piece of hair away from her face. “Don’t think like that.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

There was no reason to define what “like that” meant: Treasonous plots. Wrath at that ornate desk, strangled by his position. The future unknown and not in a good way.

“I’m goin’ nowhere, leelan. You don’t worry about a goddamn thing. Understand me?”

Beth wanted to believe him. Needed to. But she feared it was a promise far harder to keep than speak.

“Beth?”

“Make love to me.” It was the only truth she could put out there that wouldn’t burst the bubble. “Please.”

He kissed her once. Twice. And then started to move again. “Always, leelan. Always.”

Best. Night. Ever.

As Wrath pushed himself off of his shellan an hour later, he couldn’t breathe, he was bleeding at the throat, and his Man of Steel cock had finally gone wet-¬noodle.

Although knowing the damn thing’s stamina? He had five, maybe ten minutes before Mr. Happy got to grinnin’ again.

The big bed in the center of the loft’s vast space had been upgraded since his Beth had mated him, and as he stretched out on his back, he had to admit that having sex on the thing was so much better than doing it on the floor. That said, as he recovered, its sheets were unnecessary as he could have fried an egg on his chest from the exertion. Blankets were an absolute hell-¬no. Pillows had been lost quickly because there was no headboard, but the advantage was leverage from any compass point.

Sometimes he liked to put a foot down and really dig in.

Beth let out a sigh that was longer and more satisfying than a Shakespearian sonnet—¬and talk about a hell-¬yeah? Wrath’s chest inflated like a hot-¬air balloon.

“I do you okay?” he drawled.

“God. Yes.”

More with the smiling. It was The Mask all over again, nothing but Jim Carrey, Pepsodent white over here. And she was right: The sex had been beyond fantastic. He’d fucked her across the floor until they were in range of the mattress. Then, like the gentlemale he was, he’d put her on the bed . . . and had her another three times. Four?

He could do this all night—

Sure as an eclipse could wipe out the moon, his cosmic relaxation disappeared and took all warmth with it.

There was no all night for him anymore. Not when it came to kickin’ it with his female.

“Wrath?”

“I’m right here, leelan,” he murmured.

As she rolled onto her side, he could feel her staring at him, and even though his vision had finally given up the ghost and conked out on him entirely, he could picture her long, thick black hair and her blue eyes and her beautiful face.

“You’re not.”

“I’m fine.”

Shit, what time was it? Had it been longer than the hour it had felt like? Probably. When it came to the grind with Beth, he could lose moth-erfucking days.

“It’s after one,” she said softly.

“Fuck me.”

“Would it help to talk? Wrath . . . can you tell me where you’re at?”

Ah, hell, she was right. He had been checking out a lot lately, retreat-ing to a place in his mind where the chaos couldn’t get to him—¬not a bad thing, but it was a solo trip.

“Just not ready to go back to work.”

“I don’t blame you.” She found his mouth and brushed her lips against his. “Can we stay a little longer?”

“Yeah.” But not long enough . . .

A subtle alarm sounded on his wrist.

“Goddamn it.” Putting his forearm across his face, he shook his head. “Time flies, huh.”

And responsibilities waited for him. He had petitions to review. Proc-lamations to draft. And e-¬mails in his inbox, those fucking e-¬mails that the glymera pulled out of their asses on a nightly basis . . . although those had been drying up lately—¬probably a sign that that bunch of fruit loops were talking among themselves. Not good news.

Wrath cursed again. “I don’t know how my father did this. Night after night. Year after year.”

Only to be killed brutally too young.

At least when the elder Wrath had been on his throne, things had been stable: His citizenry had loved him and he had loved them. No treasonous plots cooking in back rooms. The enemy had been from without, not within.

“I’m so sorry,” Beth said. “Are you sure there aren’t some things you can put off?”

Wrath sat up, brushing his long hair back. As he stared off ahead, seeing nothing, he wanted to be out fighting.

Not an option. In fact, the only thing on his dance card was going back to Caldie and rechaining himself to that desk. His fate had been sealed many, many years ago, when his mother had gone into her needing, and his father had done what a hellren should . . . and against all odds, the heir had been conceived, and birthed, and then nurtured long enough so he could see both of them killed by lessers right in front of his still-¬functional, pretrans eyes.

Crystal clear, the memories were.

It hadn’t been until after his change when the ocular defect had begun to manifest itself. But that weakness was, like the throne, part of his hereditary due. The Scribe Virgin had had a prescribed breeding plan, one that had amplified the most desirable traits in males and females and created a caste-¬like system of social hierarchy. Good plan, up to a point. As usual with shit like Mother Nature, the law of unintended consequences had decided to slap a bitch—¬and that was how this King with his “perfect” lineage had ended up blind.

Frustrated, he jacked out of bed—¬and naturally hit one of those pil-lows instead of the floor. As his foot flipped out from underneath him and his balance went carnival funhouse, he threw out hands to catch himself, but didn’t know where he was in space—

Wrath slammed into the floor, the pain exploding on his left side, but that wasn’t the worst part. He could hear Beth scrambling through the messed-up sheets to get to him.

“No!” he barked, shoving himself out of her range. “I got it.”

As his voice ricocheted around the open space of the loft, he wanted to put his head through a plate-¬glass window. “Sorry,” he muttered, yanking his hair back.

“It’s okay.”

“I didn’t mean to bite your head off.”

“You’ve been under a lot of stress. It happens.”

Christ, like they were talking about him going soft during sex?

God, when he’d started in with the King shit, he’d done that internal-¬resolution bullcrap and made a commitment to rock that crown, be a standup guy, step into his daddy’s boots, blah, blah, blah. But the unfor-tunate reality was, this was a marathon that was going to last his entire breathing life—¬and he was flagging after only two years. Three. However long it had been.

What the hell year was it anyway?

Shit knew he’d always had a short fuse, but being locked in the mid-night of his blindness with nothing except demands he didn’t jones over was making him volcanic.

No, wait, that was a little more temperate than where he was at—¬and the underlying issue was his personality. Fighting was his first and best calling, not ruling from a chair.

The father had been a male of the pen; the son was of the sword.

“Wrath?”

“Sorry, what?”

“I asked if you wanted something to eat before we leave.”

He pictured going back to the mansion, doggen everywhere, Brothers in and out, shellans all around . . . and felt like he couldn’t breathe. He loved them all, but goddamn, there was no privacy there.

“Thanks, but I’ll just catch something at my desk.”

There was a long silence. “All right.”

Wrath stayed on the floor as she got dressed, the soft shifting of her jeans going up those long, luscious legs like a funeral dirge.

“Is it okay to wear your muscle shirt?” she asked. “My blouse is done for.”

“Yeah. Abso.”

Her sadness smelled like autumn rain and felt just as cold in the air to him.

Man, to think there were people out there who wanted to be King, he thought as he got to his feet.

Fucking. Crazy.

If it weren’t for his father’s legacy, and all those vampires who had truly, deeply loved his sire, he would have blown it all off and not looked back. But pulling out? He couldn’t do that. His father had been a King for the history books, a male who had not just commanded authority by virtue of the throne he sat on, but had inspired honest devotion.

Wrath lost the crown? He might as well piss all over his sire’s grave.

When his shellan’s palm slid into his own, he jumped. “Here are your clothes,” she said, putting them into his hands. “And I have your wraparounds.”

With a quick shift, he pulled her against him, holding her to his naked body. She was a tall female, but even so she barely came up to his pecs, and as he closed his eyes, he curled himself around her.

“I want you to know something,” he said into her hair.

As she went still, he tried to pull something worth hearing out of his ass. Some string of words that were even in the same zip code as what was doing in his chest.

“What,” she whispered.

“You are everything to me.”

It was so incredibly, totally not enough—¬and yet she sighed and melted into him like that was all she’d wanted to hear. And a bag of chips.

Sometimes you got lucky.

And as he continued to hold her, he knew he’d do well to remember that. As long as he had this female by his side?

He could get through anything.

Revue de presse

Praise for the Black Dagger Brotherhood novels:

“I love this series!”—New York Times bestselling author Suzanne Brockmann

“The Black Dagger Brotherhood books are a highly addictive mixture of heady romance, hot sex, even hotter vampires and never ending drama.”—LoveVampires.com

“I can’t wait for the next one!”—New York Times bestselling author Angela Knight

“It pulls the reader in and will grip your heart...J. R. Ward has created a world that I love…along with characters I can’t get enough of.”—Night Owl Reviews

“Will give Brotherhood addicts a powerful rush.”—Publishers Weekly

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  • Editeur : Piatkus (1 avril 2014)
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J.R. Ward vit dans le Sud des Etats-Unis avec son mari. Diplômée de droit, elle a travaillé dans le milieu de la santé à Boston et a été chef de service dans un des plus grands centres médicaux du pays. Elle a toujours été passionnée d'écriture et son idée du paradis ressemble à une journée passée devant son ordinateur en compagnie de son chien avec une cafetière pleine toujours à portée de main. Sa série La Confrérie de la dague noire a connus un succès phénoménal aux Etats-Unis.

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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Ah, JR Ward et ses vampires en cuir... 27 avril 2014
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Douzième tome de la série de la Confrérie de la Dague noire, The King se concentre de nouveau, comme le tome 1, sur le personnage de Wrath (Kholer). Marié, devenu aveugle, celui que l'on surnomme à présent le Roi Aveugle est confronté à deux problèmes de taille : les aristocrates, la glymera, ont monté une cabale contre lui et cherchent à se débarrasser légalement de lui avec l'aide de Xcor et sa femme, Beth, veut un enfant, ce qui crée une dissension terrible au sein du couple.
En plus de l'histoire du Roi et de la Reine, qui est vraiment très réussie, nous suivons parallèlement les histoires de Trez et Selena et d'Assail et Sola, qui avancent toutes deux dans une impasse qui sera, je suppose résolue dans les tomes suivants, et les balbutiements d'une évolution entre Layla et Xcor. Comme d'habitude, JR Ward entremêle les histoires avec beaucoup de talent tout en faisant évoluer l'arc principal. Très réussi pour qui aime la série.
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2.0 étoiles sur 5 You've lost that loving feeling......now it's gone..... 6 avril 2014
Par JM NH - Publié sur Amazon.com
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********************SPOILER ALERT************************************

Well…..as always, I wanted to love it as much as I did the first 5 books. Since John Matthews book, I grow more and more disappointed that the main characters are short changed. I had hoped Blay and Qhuinn’s story would be as strong as Z’s – alas, they were left with angry sex and a few paragraphs epiphany at a bar then bam HEA. No introspective into the family life that defined him. We didn’t even get to hear Qhuinn talking things out with his brother – what is that for another book? Now it is just too late.

The King was my last book of JR Ward. The writing has changed to a younger audience – no longer the smart sarcastic gangsta with a touch of animal. No V and Butch talking Red Sox, no Rhage playing great pranks. Beth in her needing and what happened in the house? When Bella was in her needing – every male had issues, but not one little mention here at all? No visit from her friends during her pregnancy? No Mary, Marissa, Layla? Not one ice cream moment?
Sola and Assail? WE DON’T CARE! I skipped those chapters. Why introduce a book within a book? Rather than “fill” the page count with these newbies, why not expand on the stories of Wrath meeting his common peeps? Why not have an apple festival in the spring to celebrate what Wellsie started so long ago and have us see the connection forming between Wrath and his people? How about Wrath helping them by connecting single Mom’s and children to Marissa’s home for women? How about Saxon going on a first date? Why do V and Payne not even asked about their Mother? So much potential – so little achieved.

Where is the Scribe Virgin? Where is Muhrder? We suffered with his side story in Payne’s book to never hear from him again? Warden stating he’d play a significant role – then nothing. Do we suffer from ADD now?

WTF with Xcor just wimping out? And how EVER did he get to the shrubs without V knowing about it!

Trex and Iam? Love them, but Warden – you could have Trex, S’ex and Iam their own book written in the same timeline as The King and it would have been better.
We wanted to visit the characters we love, and see them continue to fight their fight saving their species from Lessors. You could have brought us some of the “life in the day of” moments we always crave. Movie night at the mansion – perfect since Layla and Beth were expecting. No scene for Layla, Blay and Qhuinn when she’s expecting? And Abalone? Introduce us to his home life and daughter – let us know him since he became the first Cleric and so invaluable to Wrath.
No resolution to Wrath’s parents side story – though I did enjoy reading their story being an appropriate side story. Following through to Wrath’s birth would have made sense – it was what we all expected.
WTF? No mention of Mary, Bell, or Marissa visiting with Beth during the months of her pregnancy? No ribbon ceremony for L.W.? Just a quick couple chapters at the end to sum it all up? OMG really? The Chapter stating how months passed was so similar to Twilight: October, November, December...disappointing.
The life had gone from this series. Warden – do us a favor? Read Z’s book – remember what it was that we loved. You’ve lost that. You've lost me as a automatic buy.
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 Wasted opportunity 2 avril 2014
Par Maz - Publié sur Amazon.com
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**********CONTAINS SOME SPOILERS**************

I've never written a book review before and I felt I had to write one for The King, albeit with a heavy heart. I was so looking forward to this book, that I couldn't wait for my pre-order to arrive so I bought an extra copy as it was released earlier here in Australia. I should have saved my money.
I was really hoping that the Warden would redeem herself with this one. With such a great opportunity to write about much loved characters this book could have been fantastic.
The parts with Beth an Wrath were fantastic! After all it was supposed to be their book.
The Shadows. I'm personally not interested in them, but they live in the mansion so I guess they fit.
Xcor and Layla's bits were ok as they related with what was going on in the plotline.
Assail and Sola. A total distraction. Irrelevant to the story and seemed to be used as a page filler, in order to bulk up the book to it's massive 570+ pages.
I would have liked to see more drama and intrigue as the Glymera put it's plan into action and unfortunately, the scene where Rehv hands over the divorce documents didn't have the type of punch it should have. I thought Marissa's scene during a council meeting in Butch's book was much better.
Hardly a peep from the Brothers.. I really miss the smart a$$ dialog. The Shellans it seems, hardly even warranted a mention.
References to pop culture were also annoying. I mean really, Miley Cyrus and twerking?! What audience age is that targeting? Then there's product placement worthy of an infomercial.

To be perfectly honest I think the book nicely rounds out the series as a full circle conclusion to the Brothers' stories. It has a happy, neat ending. All ends well and Wrath is king for life. The new characters introduced in the last couple of books, I suppose will be used to write other books. To me, they technically will no longer strictly be BDB books, but rather, books detailing vampire drug and turf wars. If that happens I don't see the Brothers having any more than bit parts in new plots. Unless of course, the series becomes refocused on expanding the Brotherhood with new inductees and going back to the real war with the Lessers. This series for me is going way off track.Some love the new angles and that's great. I myself am a bit of a traditionalist and I just feel that the occupants of the mansion are getting forgotten.The Warden's writing in the last few books, has lost some it's quality and flow. I'm not sure if this may be because she has other series and deadlines so has to rush things through.I just hope for the sake of my "boys", she can fix it.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 wonderful characters and twists but far to many side plots 1 avril 2014
Par A. Ostrow - Publié sur Amazon.com
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3.5 stars Originally written for Book Bliss book blog

Review: 3.5 stars
General: For those of you that know me you know I have a lot/hate relationship with this series. I either love the book from the biggest down to the smallest details or I find faults everywhere. For me the King was a good link book but I found myself completely and utterly annoyed at one of the main characters the entire time and found myself disconnected while reading those parts in the book. I know I'll receive a ton of hate on this one and I apologize but the goal is to be honest and share my opinion and I truly enjoyed the book, but it wasn't her strongest in my personal opinion.

This book does what most of her recent works do -- give 11+ people the chance to narrate. For me this is far to many. I understand setting up the next book in the series and I love seeing some of the side stories. But in this one there was : Beth and Wrath, Layla and Xcor, Sola and Assail, Qhuinn and B (a tiny bit), Selena and Trez as well as flashbacks to his parents. All in all it was too many stories and not enough attention went to the main story. That being said if it weren't for the Layla/Xcor and many of the Selena/Trez sections I wouldn't have finished this book because I wanted to slap Beth for the majority of it. The side stories were all extremely engaging don't get me wrong, but in a 534 page book when you're spending over 50% on other characters it seems to me the main characters weren't the right "set" to focus on.

Another issue was timeline. I've noticed a lot in the last 3 books (Payne's book, Tohr's book and Qhuinn's book) that intersecting timelines has become very popular. I love the way the books mesh up. However this one seemed to have some consistency issues. I can't get into it due to spoilers but something with Beth and Layla time line wise was frustrating, explained and made sense but frustrating as a long time reader of the series. Also, consistency with character traits. Nalla behaved much like a toddler and based on timelines she should be closer to 6...it's an issue I've had in almost every book tbh. Selena is the final one. In one book she is fair skinned, in another she appears to be a light mocha. I personally can't wait to find out which it is but the descriptions changing make it hard to pin her down in my mind.

Now that I've said the complaints there were some wonderful beautiful moments in this book. The moments individually between so many characters were touching, engaging and perfect. Xcor stole my heart completely in this book and Wrath's epic choices gave me a deeper connection with him, as I have never liked him in the past. Sola's grandmother was amazing to read as well. One favorite part of this series has and always will be the amazing characters. JR's males and females are so full of life it's impossible to not love them. So there were perfect twists and turns in this book. Overall I loved the side plots and how they helped to advance the main plot but I wasn't overly convinced a lot of it needed to be in there. I won't share any of them because of spoilers but I'll say this. Watch that throne and baby drama! Unfortunately for me, my disconnect with Beth and what seemed like too many narrators just didn't put this on my love this - however it broke the love hate chain as I didn't love it but I certainly didn't hate it.

Characters: Beth- Beth for me was a completely different female than in Dark Lover. I know people change and that is totally acceptable. However she seemed almost neurotic in the book. She was manipulative and whining for the entirety of the book - sometimes with good reason but I'd say 95% of it was useless and just off puting.

Wrath- Wrath officially wormed into my heart in this one. In his book I feel like e barely scratched the surface. In this one I felt every emotion from the stuff with Payne in the gym to the fear that accompanied something with Beth (spoiler). His decisions in this novel put him on my like list. Still below the amazing Qhuinn and Butch but I have a fondness for him now.

Xcor- Xcor almost stole the show for me. This novel was his place to shine. We saw brutality, cunning and passion. I loved him in the last book and now I love him even more. He is truly a wonderful villain because he has a "human" side that you can't ignore.
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2.0 étoiles sur 5 The end of the line for this series for me 1 avril 2014
Par Lunapaw - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format:Format Kindle|Achat vérifié
I have loved the BDB for awhile now… unfortunately the quality started going downhill post-Payne's novel. More and more characters were introduced and hooked up and linked distantly to the main plot of the book. The King is definitely the worst offender. Plus the author habit of name dropping music and referring to pop culture has completely declined into annoying territory. This book was the final nail in the coffin that housed my want to continue this series. Guess I'm sticking only to Psy and Changelings from now on
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2.0 étoiles sur 5 I used to really enjoy these books, but now I’m feeling myself cringe while reading. 15 avril 2014
Par Dee18 - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format:Relié
‘The King’ is the 12th instalment J.R. Ward’s ‘Black Dagger Brotherhood’ series.

This book goes back to Wrath and Beth, and is concentrated on them because Xcor and the Band of Bastards have got plans in motion to de-throne Wrath, while his hellren is pleading for a baby when that’s the last thing in the world he wants.

Trez and iAm are tangled up in their past, while the beautiful chosen Selena is making Trez wish for a different future.

Assail and Sola … I dunno who these two even are. I skipped over all their parts (all the parts … so many parts – why?)

Layla has a young on the way, but is continually pulled back to Xcor and their secret rendezvous, even while he’s working hard to pull her family apart.

Wh-what did I just read?

I swear – I spent about 89% of this book in a state of “WTF?” and the other 11% wondering “is this nearly over?” I think this book actually marks the end of my time with the ‘Black Dagger Brotherhood’, and I honestly can’t tell if we’ve drifted apart or they changed.

First of all, the Warden’s writing felt so bloated with pop-culture references it reads dated (even though some of these references are only 8 months old … so imagine how they’ll read years from now?): "The growl that came out of that massive chest was a reminder that her man was not, in fact, a man. He was the last purebred vampire left on the planet – and when it came to her and sex, he was fully capable of going wrecking-ball to get at her."

This never used to bug me before, but I really seemed hyper-aware of it in this book and for some reason it sounded like someone imitating J.R. Ward and forcing that prose.

Secondly, I also seemed hyper-aware of the misogyny in this book. Granted, the parts that bugged me were mentioned when Trez was confessing his sordid (trafficking) past to Selena and he was equally disturbed by his exploits … still, my discomfort also came from the female human-hating that the Warden has been writing for the last few books now. I’ve said in the past that I miss the time when humans could be hellrens – Mary is still my favourite heroine of the series – but lately the pool of female love interests have been taken exclusively from the Chosen (those hairless specimens of perfection. Urgh. Who can relate to that?) or vampire race – these are amongst my most hated heroines (Layla and Cormia verily get on my ever last loving nerve. Truly.) In this book it’s mentioned that Trez and iAm’s culture look down on humans, and the fact that Trez has slept with so many of them (we’re talking thousands here, people!) makes him unclean – makes his very soul unclean: "… hundreds of dirty human women who hadn’t brought up safe sex or STD tests or whether or not they’d already contracted AIDS from letting sluts like him into their panties."

Well, gee. Thanks.

I admit to liking the Trez and Selena romance and the Xcor/Layla scenes. Those worked for me, and mostly because these are two couples that have a lot to overcome and the battle ahead is fraught with obstacles that should keep things interesting. I also liked mention of iAm’s romantic background. But so much of this book was fat that needed cutting – I haven’t actually read a review yet that admits to liking Assail/Sola (or even reading all of their chapters) – why are they even in this series? When fans are clamouring for a revisit to Mary and Rhage, or Zsadist and Bella (for what it’s worth, I’d also appreciate a Rehvenge/Ehlena scene) why is the Warden focusing so much on this new pairing that it seems nobody is rooting for?

Part of the appeal of the ‘Black Dagger Brotherhood’ is in the feeling of family – something Beth mentions multiple times in this book – that we could revisit these characters and monitor the progression of their relationships. But we barely get a glimpse into even the more recent pairings; John Matthew and Xhex, Blay and Qhuinn or Tohr and Autumn. Why? It makes this series read disconnected from even its most recent past.

*Sigh*. I used to really enjoy these books, but now I’m feeling myself cringe while reading. This is not a good sign – I might try the 13th instalment, but it’s seeming more and more likely that I’ll just cash in my good reading memories now and leave while the going is still somewhat good.
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