Lover Reborn: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood
J.R. Ward
Language: English
Pages: 656
ISBN: 0451238281
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
#1 New York Times bestselling author J. R. Ward’s “different, creative, dark, violent, and flat-out amazing”* Black Dagger Brotherhood series continues as a vampire warrior crosses the line between life and death…into a world of dark dreams and darker desires.
Ever since the death of his shellan, Tohrment has been a heartbroken shadow of the vampire leader he once was. Brought back to the Brotherhood by a self-serving fallen angel, he fights again with ruthless vengeance, unprepared for a new tragedy. Seeing his beloved in dreams—trapped in a cold, isolated netherworld—Tohr turns to the angel Lassiter to save his former mate. The only way to rescue her is for Tohr to love another. As war with the lessers rages, and a new clan of vampires vie for the Blind King’s throne, Tohr struggles between an unforgettable past and a hot, passion-filled future. But can his heart let go and set all of them free?
* All About Romance
culmination of a lot of stuff.” John had to admit he was glad for that answer. The idea that this might have somehow been solely tied to Autumn would have made him angry—even though that would have been unfair to her. People moved on. It was healthy. And maybe that lingering anger was a sign that he needed to let go a little more as well. I’m sorry I wasn’t better about Autumn. “Oh, no, it’s okay, son. I know it’s tough.” Are you going to mate her? “No.” John’s brows jumped. Why not.
arrived at the end of his life still a century in the making. But Darius had been there, the male looking over at him every second or two, no doubt because he’d been worried Tohr was going to pass the fuck out. Which had made two of them. And then Wellsie had shown.… Tohr slipped his palm down to the satin skirting. Closing his eyes, he imagined her warm, vital flesh filling out the gown once again, her breath expanding and contracting the confines of the bodice, her long, long legs holding
all over her sex. Just the thought of herself wet and messy was almost enough to make her come again. But the sight of him making it happen? Sent her right over the edge once more… “She’s going to need an extra two hundred if she does him.” Xcor stood off to the side during negotiations with the whores, making certain that he was in the shadows—especially now that Throe had reached the tricky part of his being accommodated. No reason for the reminder of what he looked like to drive the price
females—and God knew, none of them had ever come willingly unto him. He supposed he owed his life to prostitutes. As someone else started to orgasm again, this time one of his soldiers—Throe, if he had to guess—he imagined himself with a different face, a handsome face, a comely face that summoned females rather than sent them screaming. Mayhap he should be removing his own spine. But that was the beauty of inner thoughts. No one had to know your weaknesses. And once you’d finished dwelling
of the greatest Brothers there had ever been—could have been a fighter, a warrior, mayhap even a Brother, but his fallen Chosen mother had forced another path upon him. Although one could argue if the bastard had had any cock at all, he would have forged his own destiny in pursuits other than those of marble tubing. As it stood, however, he was simply another useless drain upon the species, a dandy with naught worthwhile to do with his nights. Although that could all change this evening. Under