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The King: Number 12 in series par [Ward, J. R.]
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One

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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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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Vivement la sortie française de ce livre, c'est toujours un pur moment de bonheur de retrouver les personnages de la confrérie ; le roi est magnifique et puissant, un pur moment de lecture, je le recommande ainsi que tous les autres tomes.
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Tout est dans le titre du commentaire!
On retrouve nos personnages favoris, même si cette fois-ci l'histoire est centrée autour du couple du roi et de sa reine.
Je conseille toujours pour les fans de la série.
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I'm so disapointed, I've no word. What a vaste of time ! Congratulations, it's your worst novel ! Poor Wrath and poor me.
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2.0 étoiles sur 5 The King! Not Living up to the Title 29 avril 2014
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I had to wait a few days before writing this review. I was looking forward to this book as with a title like "THE KING" I thought it was going to be the penultimate book in the series. That this was going to wrap up the series and all accounts and story lines would be settled. Unfortunately, this is apparently book #12 in a fifteen book series.

"SPOILERS" are unintended in this review but required to make a few points.

First, I really love the chapters with Wrath/Anha and Wrath/Beth. Good stories with lots of similarities between the two couples. Just one thing, Wrath/Anha's story ended so abruptly. It just stopped as if JRWard ran out of things to say. I don't understand why as there is a lot more to say about Wrath/Anha. As for Wrath/Beth, all I can say about the resolution is WTF!! Why?!!

Second, if the book is named The King, shouldn't more chapters be dedicated to the King? I guess not.

The Benloise/Sola/Assail story is not necessary. It does nothing to advance the series. Assail has no interest in the throne, the glymera, the king or anything else other than making money. Why waste so much time on this useless storyline. And yet again, she leaves this storyline in sort of a cliffhanger.

IAM/Trez/Selena. Again, another useless storyline adding very little to the series. Don't get me wrong, I like the shadows but do we need another new species with king/queen issues? If Trez was spending so much time with Selena, where's Phury? Shouldn't he have had a say in what's going on in her life? He is her guardian.

John Matthew. JRWard has been throwing hints since JM first appeared in this series that he could be a reincarnated Darius. His seizures in this book have been the most obvious hint that something's wrong. Why drag this out!!! Just spell it out! If JM is the reincarnated Darius just say it!

Band of Bastards... So let me get this straight. Xcor has been lusting after the throne for how many books and poof he doesn't want it anymore? Umm, ok. And now it appears Throe wants to keep the fight going? Whatever...

Layla/Xcor. So Layla has been pregnant for what seems like forever and Beth gets pregnant after her and delivers her child first? And because Layla offered herself to Xcor he's all "let's just get along" with the Brotherhood?

Scribe Virgin / Omega / Lessers.. So the King of the race, the last pure bred vampire has a child and the Scribe Virgin is a no show. Her polar opposite the Omega and his minions are content to remain what, hidden?

Overall, this book seems rushed. It's clear JRWard did not have the time needed to put out a book worthy of its title. I pre-ordered this book and would have been happy to wait another month or three months if it would have given her the time needed to put out a better quality book. This was one of her shortest books and one of my least favorites. It didn't live up to its title.
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 I know there are a lot of 5 star ratings but.... 8 juillet 2014
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I've been with her series since the beginning, followed the BDB for what feels like forever now. What I've loved so much about the first several book has been rapidly declining since. The thing with JR's writing is you just never know if your going to get a bad book anymore. Phury's book was so so. While John M and Xhex was awesome. Rhev's was so so, but Payne's and Thor's book was such a disaster, that it really was a turning point for me and I found these two books a killer of a story I loved so much.

Payne was so poorly written and what should have been really her book, really ended up being a second Vishous book. And Thor? He spent 200 years with Wellsie, was elated to become a father and not even two years later everyone just expects him to "get over it and move on?" Why was everyone else's mate allowed to return and she wasn't? No...we just got to see that she was rotting away in the "in between". And he ends up with No'One with no chemistry, no bonding scent, no "mine". Quinn and Blay's book was OK as well, but nothing to really dwell in any emotion one way or another...it wasn't a sit on the edge of your seat book like Zadist's book was.

Now for The King. I've read others that stated they hated the cover, I am one of them. He is no Wrath...as for the story, again it was OK, certainly much better than what we've been getting and the reference to Miley Cyrus really made me roll my eyes. I get why JR is trying to introduce other characters into the story line, but I agree with most readers that it was just too many new characters and that's why were aren't getting any of the Lessers, the Omega, the Scribe or even the brothers or their Shellans. It was such so much that I was forced to re-read the last book because I just couldn't keep all the characters straight on who they were. I think at this point JR should wrap this story to a close on the next book. She should finish Trez and iAm's story, Assail and Sola's and Layla and Xcor and leave it be. Then follow up on one final book to include all the original brothers and their shellans as a future peek into their lives and call it a day. I did very much enjoy Wrath and Beth being back in the spotlight though.

I miss Hollywood's beast, I miss Butch and Vishous relationship, I miss John Matthew who we came to love since he was pre-trans. I miss Zadists bad ass attitude and I miss the fact that Nalla grows and we barely get a glimpse of her. And although the Scribe was embedded so much in the first several books, she's not even been given a thought in the last several. And frankly, I'm sick of reading about the drug dealing....I am with other readers that didn't give 5 stars...this no longer feels like a BDB series as they aren't no longer involved in the story line but as rarely seen backdrops. What is the BDB without the Brothers????
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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
Format: Format Kindle
********************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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1.0 étoiles sur 5 What happened? 21 septembre 2015
Par K.L. - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Format Kindle Achat vérifié
This series started out so strong, but after book 5 I don't think I've finished one of these books. I skipped 8-11 and I only purchased this one because I was hoping to catch up with all the characters I started to care about. This book doesn't even seem like it's written by the someone who's read Wrath and Beth's story, let alone the person who created these characters. All the pop culture references were ridiculous and over done. Beth referring to the Brotherhood as b*st*rds and p*ssies is so out of character and wrong. These men protect her and the people she cares about on a daily basis, yet now she disrespects them. The descriptions of what should have been passionate interactions were vulgar and harsh. I'm so disappointed by this book and this series, it had so much potential.
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 The series that should be done... 13 juin 2014
Par Sarah - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Format Kindle Achat vérifié
******This review contains spoilers******

Ok, I was going to wait to review until I finished listening to the audio version (I already read it in paper) but I can't subject myself to this again.

3 stars only because it did keep my attention a bit the first time, and there's some lingering love for books-past, but really it should probably be 2.

This book is so inconsistent, my four year old nephew could find the plot holes.

1. Wrath is awful. I expect aforementioned 4-year-old to know better than to throw that kind of tantrum. An adult "leader" of an entire race? Yeah...

2. There are FAR too many relationships left hanging. I think at the end of this we have Trez/Selena, Xcor/Layla, and Assail/Sola but I may have missed one.

3. How is it they have a wedding in the mansion and not one mention of all the other mates? It's like they don't even exist.

4. All of the cultural references are going to be out of date by next year. One of the worst things an author can do is put in so many references that there is no hope of their book having longevity. Half this book will make no sense in the future.

4a. Speaking of which, HOW is it ok for an author to openly mock someone in the way that Ward did Miley? I'm not a Miley fan by any stretch, but lay off. There is absolutely zero need for that kind of behavior.

5. Can we please please resolve the John Matthew/Darius thing already. It's getting old.

6. Where are the non-glymera in all of this? This book especially made it feel like there are the brothers/royal family & the glymera and no one else in the vampire world at all!

7. I am so tired of the virginity = crime trope. Seriously, get over it. And while we're on that, the Chosen are all the same. The only way I can tell them apart is by who they are attached to. Oh, except for Payne, who can be used to enhance the misogyny. Yay.

8. iAm as a virgin because of his brother... haven't we seen this before. And I don't buy it for a moment. Not even a tiny bit.

9. The names are getting worse. S'Ex? *yak*

10. The political plot in this book was so full of holes and senselessness I don't even know how to describe it. The solutions to problems would not actually work (such as back-dating the dissolution of the mating. No way that changes things.), and the reality is that Wrath didn't want to be King in the first place! The only reason he did was because the Scribe Virgin said he had to. Well, now the SV is no where to be found and he has a ready-made reason not to be king. Yay for him.

Overall this was a book of artificial angst, half-stories and lame speech. The only things I found moderately interesting were the relationship between Assail and Sola and the brother/sister thing with JM and Beth.
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