Payne, twin sister of the Black Dagger Brother Vishous, suffers a devastating injury, and brilliant human surgeon Manuel Manello is called in to save her. Their attraction is instant, and as powerful as it is dangerous. But as human and vampire worlds collide, a centuries- old score catches up with Payne and puts both her love and her life in jeopardy.
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1 . She is an awesome writer
Posted May 16, 2011 by Jennifer Avery , Germantown, ILIf you love Vampires and Romance, you will love this series and this book is just another hit in the series. I always look forward to another book and have trouble waiting between books. I am always looking for another good series in between books and can't help but compare other author's to the Warden. I like the spin on Vampirism and the sex scenes are very "graphic" and keep you wanting more.
2 . Excellent
Posted April 29, 2011 by dellalou , williamsportI loved this book. I love all her books! If you like vampires this is the best series out there!
3 . Don't wait to buy this latest edition...I finished it in 2 days!
Posted April 02, 2011 by LaShawnda , Bethesda, MDThis is a wonderful addition to the Brotherhood Series. It was thrilling to watch the story of Payne unfold. The only sad thing is that we have to wait so long to read about the new clan that showed up in town and the love story unfold for Quinn and Blay. Hurry JR Ward...hurry!
4 . Missing the fire
Posted March 30, 2011 by Jay , APO APAs many reviewed before this was definitely a V book, which would been great if i was reading his story it provided closure but it didn't focus on the title couple. the h/h characters were good but it was overshadowed by Jane and V and butch. really that seems more of a awkward threesome which defies the whole shellan roles. it seemed this book was more of a set up for a future storyline but since so many new characters were introduced in this one. I wasn't drawn as I am normally with her books definitely a let down since i loved the series with the main brotherhood but the last few books don't have the same intensity.
March 29, 2011
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Excerpt from Lover Unleashed by J.R. Ward
Manny Manello didn't like other people driving his Porsche 911 Turbo. In fact, short of his mechanic, no one else ever did.
Tonight, however, he'd allowed Jane to get behind the wheel because: one, she was competent and could shift without grinding his transmission into a stump; two, she'd maintained the only way she could take him where they were going was if she were doing the ten-and-two routine; and three, he was still reeling from seeing someone he'd buried pop out of the bushes to hi-how're-ya him.
So maybe not operating heavy machinery like a sports car was a good idea.
He could not believe he was sitting next to her, heading north, in his car.
But of course he'd said yes to her request. He was a sap for women in distress... and he was also a surgeon who was an OR junkie.
There were a lot of questions, though. And a lot of pissed off. Yeah, sure, he was hoping to get to a place of peace and light and sunshine and all that namby-pamby bullshit, but he wasn't holding his breath for the kumbaya-all-cool's. Which was ironic. How many times had he stared up at his ceiling at night, all nestled in his beddy-bye with some Lagavulin, praying that by some miracle his former chief of Trauma would come back to him?
Manny glanced over at her profile. Illuminated in the glow of the dash, she was still smart. Still strong.
Still his kind of woman.
But that was never happening now. Aside from the whole liar-liar-pants-on-fire about her death, there was a gunmetal gray ring on her left hand.
"You got married," he said.
She didn't look at him, just kept driving. "Yes. I did."
That headache that had sprouted the instant she'd made her appearance instantly went from grouchy to gruesome, as shadowy memories Loch Ness'd below the surface of his conscious mind, tantalizing him, making him want to work for the full reveal.
He had to cut that cognitive search and rescue off, though, before he popped an aneurysm from the strain. Besides, he wasn't getting anywhere with it- no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach what he sensed was there and he had a feeling he could do permanent damage if he kept struggling.
Looking out the car window, fluffy pine trees and budding oaks stood tall in the moonlight, the forest that ran around Caldwell's edges growing thicker as they headed away from the city proper and the twin bridges of downtown and the choking knot of population.
"You died out here," he said grimly. "Or at least pretended you did."
A biker had found her Audi in and among the trees on a stretch of road not far from here, the car having careened off the shoulder. No body, though- and not because of the fire as it had turned out.
Jane cleared her throat. "I feel like all I've got is 'I'm sorry.' And that just sucks."
"Not a party on my end, either."
Silence. Lot of silence. But he wasn't one to keep asking when all he got in return was I'm sorry.
"I wish I could have told you," she said abruptly. "You were the hardest to leave."
"Not your job, though, huh. Because you're still working as a surgeon, aren't you."
"Yes, I am."
"What's your husband like?"
Now she winced. "You're going to meet him."
Slowing down, she took a right hand turn off onto... a dirt road? What the hell?
"FYI," he muttered, "this car was built for racetracks, not roughing it."
"This is the only way in."
To where, he wondered. "You're so going to owe me for this."
"I know. And you're the only one who can save her."
Manny flashed his eyes over. "You didn't say it was a 'her.'"
"Should it matter?"
"Given how much I don't get about all of this, everything matters."
A mere ten yards in and they went through the first of countless puddles that were as deep as frickin' lakes. As the Porsche splashed through, he felt the scrap on its tender belly, and gritted, "Screw this patient. I want payback for what you're doing to my under carriage."
Jane let out a little laugh, and that made the center of his chest ache- but get real. It wasn't like the pair of them had ever been together. Sure there had been attraction on his part. Big attraction. And like, one kiss. That was it, however.
And now she was Mrs. Someone Else.
As well as back from the goddamn dead.
Christ, what kind of life was he in? Then again, maybe this was a dream... which kind of cheered him up because maybe Glory hadn't gone down, either.
About five minutes later, they came up to a gate that looked like it had been erected during the Punic Wars- the thing was hanging at Alice in Wonderland angles, the chain link rusted to shit and broken in places. And the fence it bisected? That POS was hardly worthy the effort, nothing more than six feet of barbed cattle wire that had seen better days.
The gate opened smoothly, however. And as they went past it, he saw the first of the video cameras.
While they progressed at a snail's pace, a strange fog rolled in from nowhere in particular, the landscape blurring until he couldn't see more than twelve inches ahead of the car's grill. For chrissakes, it was like they were in a Scooby Doo episode out here.
And then there was a curious progression: The next gate was in slightly better condition, and the one after that was even newer, and number four looked only a year old, tops.
The last gate they came to was spit-and-shine sparkling, and all about the Alcatraz: fucker reached twenty-five feet off the ground and had High Voltage warnings all over it. And that wall it cut into? It was nothing for cattle, more like velociraptors; and what do you want to bet that the concrete face fronted a solid twelve or even twenty-four inches of solid horizontal stone.
Manny swiveled his head around to Jane as they passed through and began a descent into a tunnel that could have had a "Holland" or "Lincoln" sign tacked on it. The farther down they went, the more that big question that had been plaguing him since he'd first seen her loomed: Why fake her death? Why cause the kind of chaos she had in his life and the lives of the other people she'd worked with at St. Francis? She'd never been cruel, never been a liar, and had no financial problems and nothing to run from.
Now he knew without her saying a word:
This kind of set up, with this sort of security... hidden on the outskirts of what was a big-enough city, but nothing so huge as New York, L.A. or Chicago? Had to be the government. Who else could afford this?
And who the hell was this women he was treating?
The tunnel terminated in an underground parking garage that was standard issue with its pylons and little yellow painted squares, and yet as large as it appeared to be, the place was empty except for a couple of non-descript vans with darkened windows and a small bus that also had blackouts for glass.
Before she even had his Porsche in park, a steel door was thrown open and-
One look at the huge guy who stepped out and Manny's head exploded, the pain behind his eyes getting so intense, he went limp in the bucket seat, his arms falling to the sides, his face twitching from the agony.
Jane said something to him. A car door was opened. Then his own was cracked.
The air that hit him smelled dry and vaguely like earth... but there was something else. Cologne. A very woody spice that was at once expensive and pleasing, but also something he had a curious urge to get the fuck away from.
Manny forced his lids to open. His vision was wonky as hell, but it was amazing what you could pull out of your ass if you had to- and as the face in front of him came into focus, he found himself staring up at the goateed motherfucker who had...
On a wave of pain, his eyes rolled back into his head and he nearly threw up.
"You've got to release the memories," he heard Jane say.
There was some conversating at that point, his former colleague's voice mixing with the deep tones of that guy with the tattoos at his temple.
"It's killing him-"
"There's too much risk-"
"How the hell is he going to operate like this?"
There was a long silence. And then all of a sudden, the pain lifted as if were a veil drawn back, all that pressure gone within the blink of an eye. In its place, memories flooded his mind.
Jane's patient. From back at St. Francis. The man with the goatee and... the six chambered heart. Who had shown up in his office and taken the files on that cardiac anomaly of his.
Manny popped open his lids and lasered in on that cruel face. "I know you."
"You get him out of the car," was the only response from Goatee. "I don't trust myself to touch him."
Hell of a welcome wagon.
And there was someone else behind the big bastard. A man Manny was one hundred percent sure he'd seen before... at St. Francis. Must have only been in passing, though, because he couldn't call up a name.
"Let's go," Jane said.
Yeah. Great idea. At this point, he needed something to focus on other than all this say-what?
As Manny's brain struggled to process it all, at least his feet and legs got with the program. After Jane helped him out of the car and onto the vertical, he followed her and the goateed hater into a facility that was as non-descript and clean as any hospital: corridors were uncluttered, lights were paneled fluorescents on the ceiling, everything smelled like Lysol.
There were also the bubbled fixtures of security cameras at regular intervals, like the building was a monster with many eyes.
While they walked along, he knew better than to ask any questions. Well, that and his head was so scrambled, he was pretty fucking sure ambulation was the extent of his capabilities at this point. And then there was Goatee and his death stare- not exactly an opening for a chat.
Doors. They passed many doors. All of which were closed and no doubt locked.
Happy little words like "undisclosed location" and "National Security" hop scotched through his cranial park and that helped a lot, making him think maybe he could forgive Jane for ghosting out on him- eventually.
When she stopped outside a pair of double flappers, her hands fidgeted with the lapels of her white coat and then the stethoscope in her pocket. And didn't that make him feel like he had a gun to his head: In the OR, in countless trauma messes, she'd always kept her cool. That was her trademark.
This was personal, though, he thought. Somehow, whatever was on the other side of these doors hit close to home for her.
"I've got good facilities here," she said, "but not everything. No MRI. Just CAT scans. But the OR should be adequate, and not only can I assist, but I've got an excellent nurse."
Manny took a deep breath and reached down deep, pulling himself together. By force of will, he ditched all the baggage and the lingering ow-ow-ow in his head and the strangeness of this descent into 007-land.
First thing on his to-do list? Ditch the pissed off peanut gallery.
He glanced over his shoulder at Goatee. "You need to back off, my man. I want you out in the hall."
The response he got back was... just fang-tastic. The bastard bared a pair of canines as long as your arm and growled, natch, like a dog.
"Fine," Jane said, getting in between them. "That's fine. Vishous will wait out here."
Vishous? Had he heard that right?
Then again this boy's baby mama sure hit the nail on the head, considering that little dental show. But whatever. He had a job to do, and maybe the bastard could go chew on a raw hide or something.
Manny pushed into the examination room-
Oh... dear God.
Oh... Lord above.
The patient on the table was laying still as water and... she was probably the most beautiful anything he'd ever seen: Hair was jet black and braided into a thick rope that hung free next to her head. Skin was a golden brown, as if she were of Italian descent and had recently been in the sun. Eyes... her eyes were like diamonds, both colorless and brilliant, with nothing but a dark rim around the iris.
Jane's voice was right behind him, but he felt as if she were miles away. In fact, the whole world was somewhere else, nothing existing except for the stare of his patient as she looked up at him from the table.
It finally happened, he thought as he burroughed under his shirt and took hold of his heavy cross. All his life he'd wondered why he'd never fallen in love and now he knew: He'd been waiting for this moment, this woman, this time.
The female is mine, he thought.
"Are you the healer?" she said in a low voice that stopped his heart. "Are you... here for me?"
Her words were heavily accented, gorgeously so, and also a little surprised.
"Yeah. I am." He wrenched off his sport coat and threw it into a corner, not giving a shit where the thing landed. "I'm here for you."
As he approached, her stunning icy eyes slicked with tears. "My legs... they feel as though they are moving, but they do not."
"Do they hurt?"
Phantom pain. Not a surprise.
Manny stopped by her side and glanced at her body which was covered with a sheet. She was tall. Had to be at least six feet. And she was built with sleek power.
This was a solider, he thought, staring at the strength in her upper arms. This was a fighter.
And God, the loss of mobility to someone like her took his breath away. Even if you were a couch potato, life in a wheelchair was a bitch and a half, but to someone like this, it would be a death sentence.
Manny reached out and gathered her hand into his own- and the instant he made contact, his whole body went wakie-wakie on him, as if she were the socket to his inner plug.
"I'm going to take care of you," he said as he looked her right in the eye. "I want you to trust me."
She swallowed hard and one crystal tear slipped out to trail down her temple. On instinct, he reached forward and caught it on his fingertip-
The growl that percolated up from the doorway was the count down to an ass kicking if he'd ever heard it. Except as he glanced over at Goatee, he felt like snarling right back at the sonofabitch. Which of course made no sense.
Still holding his patient's hand, he barked at Jane, "Get that miserable bastard out of my operating room. And I want to see the goddamn scans. Now."
He was going to save this woman even if it killed him.
And what do you know: as Goatee's eyes flashed with pure hatred, Manny thought, well, shit, it might just come down to that...