Ward has been a favorite of mine since 2009 when I first started reading her books. Storyline/My Thoughts: How I have missed the BDB series, J.R. Depending on my mood, I’ll be either listening to the books or reading them. I have some catching up to do anyway since I drifted away from the series years ago when I started working full-time. Since the announcement that Passionflix is picking up the Black Dagger Brotherhood series to make them into movies, I decided it was time for another reread of the series. But, when one of his most trusted fighters is killed-leaving his half-breed daughter unaware of his existence or her fate-Wrath must usher her into the world of the undead-a world of sensuality beyond her wildest dreams. The only purebred vampire left on earth, Wrath has a score to settle with the slayers who murdered his parents centuries ago. Yet none of them relishes killing more than Wrath, the leader of The Black Dagger Brotherhood.

There exists a secret band of brothers like no other-six vampire warriors, defenders of their race. In the shadows of the night in Caldwell, New York, there's a deadly turf war going on between vampires and their slayers. Purchase at Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo 'And thank God for that,' she murmured, looking down at the daggers.Published by Penguin Group (USA) on September 6, 2005 And then Wrath came in with a squeeze bottle of Hershey's syrup. Even the scarred one had a respectful expression. Etched into the harsh planes of their faces was total reverence. They seemed to be waiting for some kind of response from her. The great whoomp of sound as steel met wood seemed both a pledge and a battle cry.

In a single movement, as if they'd been choreographed, they buried the daggers into the floor at her feet and bowed their heads. She slammed into a wall and was about to scream for Wrath when the men dropped down on bended knees in a circle around her. She backed up frantically, hands in front of herself. With a metallic whoosh, five black daggers were unsheathed. She looked to the faces of the two she knew, but their grave expressions weren't encouraging. “There was a loud scraping noise as five chairs slid backward.

Dark Lover by J.R. Ward