Lover Enshrined: A Novel of The Black Dagger Brotherhood by J.R. Ward (English)

Description: Lover Enshrined by J.R. Ward Wards "New York Times"-bestselling series continues. As Primale of the Chosen, the fiercely loyal Phury has sacrificed himself for the good of his race. But his first mate, the Chosen Cormia, wants not only his body but his heart for herself. As tragedy looms over the Brotherhoods mansion, Phury must decide between duty and love. Original. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description In the shadows of the night in Caldwell, New York, theres a deadly war raging between vampires and their slayers. And there exists a secret band of brothers like no other—six vampire warriors, defenders of their race. And now, a dutiful twin must choose between two lives...Fiercely loyal to the Black Dagger Brotherhood, Phury has sacrificed himself for the good of the race, becoming the male responsible for keeping the Brotherhoods bloodlines alive. As Primale of the Chosen, he is to father the sons and daughters who will ensure that the traditions of the race survive and that there are warriors to fight those who want all vampires extinguished.As his first mate, the Chosen Cormia wants to win not only his body but his heart for herself- she sees the emotionally scarred male behind all his noble responsibility. But while the war with the Lessening Society grows more grim, and tragedy looms over the Brotherhoods mansion, Phury must decide between duty and love. Author Biography J. R. Ward is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of numerous novels, including the Black Dagger Brotherhood series and the Fallen Angels series which includes Rapture, Envy, Crave, and Covet. Writing as Jessica Bird, Ward is the author of Leaping Hearts, Heart of Gold, An Irresistible Bachelor, and An Unforgettable Lady. She lives in the South with her family. Review Praise for the Black Dagger Brotherhood"J.R. Wards unique band of brothers is to die for. I love this series!" —New York Times bestselling author bestseller Suzanne Brockmann"Utterly absorbing and deliciously erotic…The Brotherhood is the hottest collection of studs in romance. I cant wait for the next one!" —New York Times bestseller 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 cant get enough of."—Night Owl Reviews "The newest in Wards ferociously popular Black Dagger Brotherhood…will give Brotherhood addicts a powerful rush."—Publishers Weekly "Best new series Ive read in years! Tautly written, wickedly sexy and just plain fun."—Lisa Gardner, New York Times bestselling author"I found myself turning pages faster and faster—and then I wished I hadnt, because there was no more to read!"—Angela Knight, New York Times bestselling author"A dynamite new Vampire series—delicious, erotic, and thrilling! J.R. Ward has created a wonderful cast of characters, with a sexy, tormented, to-die-for hero…A fabulous treat for romance readers!"—Nicole Jordan, New York Times bestselling author"J.R. Ward has a great style of writing and she shines…You will lose yourself in this world; it is different, creative, dark, violent, and flat-out amazing."—All About Romance "Awesome…a midnight whirlwind of dangerous characters and mesmerizing erotic romance. Dark fantasy lovers, you just got served."—Lynn Viehl, New York Times bestselling author"J.R. Ward takes you deep into her intense, dark world of vampires and holds you captive until her last breathless word…sure to satisfy lovers of vampire romance everywhere."—Affaire de Coeur (Reviewer Pick, 5 Stars)"Hold on tight for an intriguing, adrenaline-pumping ride…[that] leaves readers begging for more. Fans of L. A. Banks, Laurell K. Hamilton, and Sherrilyn Kenyon will add Ward to their must-read list."—Booklist Long Description As Primale of the Chosen, the fiercely loyal Phury has sacrificed himself for the good of his race. But his first mate, the Chosen Cormia, wants not only his body but his heart for herself. As tragedy looms over the Brotherhoodas mansion, Phury must decide between duty and lovea] Review Quote "To die for. I love this series!" -- Suzanne Brockmann Excerpt from Book PROLOGUE Twenty-five years, three months, four days, eleven hours, eight minutes, and thirty-four seconds ago... TIME WAS NOT, in fact, a draining loss into the infinite. Up until the very second of the present, it was malleable, not fixed. Clay, not concrete. Which was something for which the Omega was grateful. If time had been fixed, he would not be holding his newborn son in his arms. Children had never been his goal. And yet in this moment, he was transformed. "Is the mother dead?" he asked as his Fore-lesser came down the stairs. Funny, if you had asked the slayer what year he thought it was, he would have said 1983. And he would have been correct, in a way. The Fore-lesser nodded. "She didnt survive the birth." "Vampires rarely do. Its one of their few virtues." And in this case apropos. Killing the mother after she had served him so well seemed ungracious. "What do you want me to do with her body?" The Omega watched as his son reached out and grabbed hold of his thumb. The grip was strong. "How odd." "What?" It was hard to put into words what he was feeling. Or perhaps that was the point. He hadnt expected to feel anything. His son was supposed to be a defensive reaction to the the Destroyer Prophecy, a calculated response in the war against the vampires, a strategy to ensure the Omega survived. His son would do battle in a new way and kill off that race of savages before the Destroyer chipped away at the Omegas being until there was nothing left. Up until this moment, the plan had been executed flawlessly, starting with the abduction of the female vampire the Omega had inseminated and ending here with this new arrival in the world. The infant looked up at him, budding mouth working. He smelled sweet, but not because he was a lesser. The Omega didnt want to let him go, suddenly. This young in his arms was a miracle, a living, breathing loophole. The Omega had not been granted the act of creation as his sister had, but reproduction had not been denied him. He might not have been able to bring a whole new race into being. But he could bring a part of himself forward from the genetic pool. And he had. "Master?" the Fore-lesser said. He really did not want to let the baby go, but to have this work, his son had to live with the enemy, be raised as one among them. His son had to know their language and their culture and their ways. His son had to know where they lived so he could go and slaughter them. The Omega forced himself to give the infant over to his Fore-lesser. "Leave him at the gathering place I forbade you to sack. Swaddle him and leave him, and when you return here I shall draw you forth unto me." Whereupon you shall die as I so will it , the Omega finished to himself. There could be no leaks. No mistakes. As the Fore-lesser did some fawning, which would have interested the Omega at any other time, the sun came up over the cornfields of Caldwell, New York. From upstairs, a soft fizzling sound bloomed into a full-blown fire, the burning smell announcing the incineration of the females body along with all the blood on that bed. Which was just lovely. Tidiness mattered, and this farmhouse was brand-new, built especially for the sons birth. "Go," the Omega commanded. "Go and carry out your duty." The Fore-lesser left with the infant, and as the Omega watched the door shut, he yearned for his offspring. Positively ached for the boy. The solution for his angst was at hand, however. The Omega willed himself into the air and catapulted what corporeal form he had to the "present," to the very living room he was in. The change in time registered in a rapid aging of the house around him. Wallpaper faded and peeled off in lazy strips. Furniture ratted and became worn in patterns consistent with over two decades of use. The ceiling dulled from bright white to dingy yellow, as if smokers had been exhaling for years. Floorboards curled up at the corners of the hallway. In the back of the house, he heard two humans arguing. The Omega drifted down to the filthy, wilted kitchen that merely seconds ago had been shiny as the day it had been built. As he came into the room, the man and the woman stopped their fighting, freezing with shock. And he got on with the tedious business of emptying the farmhouse of prying eyes. His son was returning unto the fold. And the Omega needed to see him almost more than he needed to put him to use. As the evil touched the center of his chest, he felt empty and thought of his sister. She had brought forth into the world a new race, a race engineered through a combination of her will and the biology that was available. Shed been so proud of herself. Their father had, as well. The Omega had started to kill the vampires just to spite them both, but had quickly learned he fed off deeds of evil. Their father couldnt stop him, of course, because, as it turned out, the Omegas deeds--nay, his very existence--were necessary to balance his sisters goodness. Balance had to be maintained. It was his sisters core principle, the justification for the Omega, and their fathers mandate from his father. The very basis of the world. And so it was that the Scribe Virgin suffered and the Omega drew his satisfaction. With each death wrought on her race she hurt, and well he knew it. The brother had always been able to feel the sister. Now, though, that was even truer. As the Omega pictured his son out there in the world, he worried about the boy. Hoped that the twenty-plus years had been easy for him. But that was a proper parent, was it not. Parents were supposed to have concern over their offspring and nurture them and protect them. Whatever your core was, whether it be virtue or sin, you wanted the best for what you had brought forth into the world. It was stunning to find that he had something in common with his sister, after all...a shock to know that they both wanted what children they begot to survive and thrive. The Omega looked at the bodies of the humans he had just laid to waste. Of course, that was a mutually exclusive proposition, wasnt it. Chapter One THE WIZARD HAD RETURNED. Phury closed his eyes and let his head fall back against his headboard. Ah, hell, what was he saying. The wizard had never left. Mate, sometimes you take the piss out of me , the dark voice in his head drawled. You truly do. After all weve been together? All theyd been together...wasnt that the truth. The wizard was the cause of Phurys driving need for red smoke, always in his head, always hammering about what he hadnt done, what he should have done, what he could have done better. Shoulda. Woulda. Coulda. Cute rhyme. The reality was that one of the Ring-wraiths from The Lord of the Rings drove him to the red smoke sure as if the bastard hog-tied him and threw him in the back of a car. Actually, mate, youd be the front bumper. Exactly. In his minds eye, the wizard appeared in the form of a Ring-wraith standing in the midst of a vast gray wasteland of skulls and bones. In its proper British accent, the bastard made sure that Phury never forgot his failures, the pounding litany causing him to light up again and again just so he didnt go into his gun closet and eat the muzzle of a forty. You didnt save him. You didnt save them. The curse was brought upon them all by you. The fault is yours...the fault is yours.... Phury reached for another blunt and lit it with his gold lighter. He was what they called in the Old Country the exhile dhoble. The second twin. The evil twin. Born three minutes after Zsadist, Phurys live birth had brought the curse of imbalance to the family. Two noble sons, both born breathing, was too much good fortune, and sure enough, balance had been wrought: Within months, his twin had been stolen from the family, sold into slavery, and abused for a century in every manner possible. Thanks to his sick bitch mistress, Zsadist was scarred on his face and his back and his wrists and neck. Scarred worse on the inside. Phury opened his eyes. Rescuing his twins physical body hadnt gone far enough; it had taken the miracle of Bella to resurrect Zs soul, and now she was in danger. If they lost her... Then all is proper and the balance remains intact for the next generation , the wizard said. You dont honestly think your twin will reap the blessing of a live birth? You shall have children beyond measure. He shall have none. That is the way of the balance. Oh, and Im taking his shellan, too, did I mention that? Phury picked up the remote and turned up "Che Gelida Manina." Didnt work. The wizard liked Puccini. The Ring-wraith just started to waltz around the field of skeletons, its boots crushing what was underfoot, its heavy arms swaying with elegance, its black shredded robes like the mane of a stallion throwing its regal head. Against a vast horizon of soulless gray, the wizard waltzed and laughed. So. Fucked. Up. Without looking, Phury reached over to the bedside table for his bag of red smoke and his rolling papers. He didnt have to measure the distance. He was the rabbit who knew where its pellets were. While the wizard whooped it up to La Boh Details ISBN0451222725 Author J.R. Ward Short Title LOVER ENSHRINED Language English ISBN-10 0451222725 ISBN-13 9780451222725 Media Book DEWEY FIC Year 2008 Imprint Signet Place of Publication Hawthorn Country of Publication Australia Residence US Birth 1969 DOI 10.1604/9780451222725 Series Number 6 AU Release Date 2008-06-03 NZ Release Date 2008-06-03 Pages 560 Publisher Penguin Random House Australia Series Black Dagger Brotherhood Format Paperback Publication Date 2008-06-03 Subtitle A Novel of The Black Dagger Brotherhood Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! 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