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572 pages, Hardcover
First published March 27, 2012
Lassiter:
Can somebody get me a bib? Seriously, you can have all of the Brothers (except Z, of course; I got dibs on him a long time ago), just give me Lassiter! God, he just gets more interesting — and sexy — with each book. And when his own book is finally released, I'll be one of the first ones at the bookstore ready to trample over the other shoppers to get my copy.
And something tells me his book is going to be very similar to Tohr's and maybe even equally sad. If you're observant and you've read Hello, Old Friend and Book Order in the Brothers on the Board section of the insider's guide, then you know that Lassiter had a woman he loved who is now either missing or dead. There is also some hinting of that in this book. I don't know if Ward will have him get her back, or have him end up with someone else. Since Ward seems to enjoy torturing her fans, it'll probably be the latter.
Band of Bastards:
I predicted in my review of Lover Unleashed that the B.o.B. (Band of Bastards) would most likely end up becoming good and each member would get their own book. Now . . . I still say that will happen, but I think it's going to take a while. I think it would be a good idea, because without them Ward doesn't have very many possibilities for future books. I think if it were ever to go in that direction, it would be a long time from now and a lot would have to happen in order for any of them to be ready for their own book. Ward actually talks about the B.o.B. in a YouTube video (specifically Xcor), which you can watch here. (Turn up the volume if you wanna hear what she says)
My reviews of other titles in this series:
Lover Unleashed
“The quick and the dead are all the same.
Everyone’s just looking for home.” - LASSITER
"He waited for his conscience to start screaming.
He prepared himself for an overwhelming desolation that he had been with another female.
He was… ready for something, anything to cough up out of his chest—despair, anger, frustration.
All he got was the sense that what had just happened was the beginning, not an end."
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, feeling like he wanted to return the favor.
“You won’t. I know you are still in love with your mate, and I do not blame you. What you had with her is a once-in-a-lifetime love.”
“What about you?”
“I have no need or desire to take her place. And I accept you just as you are, in any fashion you choose to come to me. Or not, if that is the way it must be.”
"He must never know, she thought as she closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest.
He must never, ever know what beat within her heart for him.
It would ruin everything."
"His fingers running lightly over her skin were intoxicating, drawing her closer to this flame that she could not see. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to fly far away from any worries or preoccupations, until she knew nothing but the sensations in her body.
Indeed, as she fed him, she was fed herself, a part of her innermost soul nourished for the first time."
“You’re beautiful. Every inch of you. Don’t think for a moment there’s anything wrong with you. We clear?”
“But—”
“Nope. I’m not hearing that.” Bending down, he pressed his lips to her shin, her calf, her ankle, tracing the scars, caressing them. “Beautiful. All of you.”
“Autumn is my favorite season of the year,” he said after a time. “It’s not that I’m chicking out or anything… but I like the leaves when they turn red and orange. They’re beautiful in the moonlight, but more to the point, it’s an impossible transformation. The green of spring and summer is just a shadow of the trees’ true identity, and all that color as the nights grow cold is a miracle every stinking time it happens. It’s like they’re making up for the loss of the warmth with all their fire. I like… Autumn.” He stared into her eyes. “You’re like that. You’re beautiful and you burn brightly—and it’s time for you to come out. So I say… Autumn.”
“This is not about safety—it’s about control.”
Bullshit! You were hurt less than twenty-four hours ago—
“Fine. I have an idea. I want to keep you safe—so how about you stop fighting.” She glared over her shoulder at Wrath. “You gonna back me up, my lord? How about the rest of you fools? Let’s put the skirt and the panty hose on John, shall we? Come on, back my ass up. No? You don’t think that would be ‘fair’?”
John’s temper flared, and he just… He didn’t mean to do what he did. It just happened.
He stomped his boot, creating a thunderous noise, and pointed… directly at Tohr.
Awkward. Horrid. Silence.
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I’m giving you your space, but know this: I WILL wait forever for you.
With a groan, he shoved his palms into the shimmering silver pool of blood beneath him, and flopped over like the side of beef he was.
“Wow,” she breathed.
“I know, right? Hung like a horse.”
“If you’re really nice—and you live through this—I’ll promise not to tell V.”
“About my size.”
She laughed a little. “No, that you assumed I’d look at you in any fashion other than professionally.”
“I’m just trying to get through to you.” Lassiter sat down, cracked open a beer, and looked tired. “Man, this angel crap… it’s so fucking hard to influence anything. I’ve never had a problem with free will before, but for shit’s sake, I wish I could just I Dream of Jeannie you to where you need to be.”
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"This… display… across the way? Not sure, not fine, not dandy.
That kind of suffering was a canyon, a purgatory of its own for someone who had not died. And damned if the angel had any clue how to drag the Brother out of it.
Frankly, he was having enough trouble just playing witness."
"And then the king put the hand that bore the black diamond ring of the race to his own chest, right in the middle, directly over his heart… and slowly, gingerly, with the help of his shellan, bent over at the waist.
To bow at Qhuinn.
As all the blood drained out of Qhuinn’s head, and he wondered what the fuck the most important vampire on the planet was doing, someone started clapping slowly.
Clap. Clap. Clap!
Others joined in, until the entire assembly, from Phury and Cormia, to Z and Bella and baby Nalla, to Fritz and his staff… to Vishous and Payne and their mates, to Butch and Marissa and Rehv and Ehlena… were clapping for him with tears unshed in their eyes."
"Blay didn’t look away.
And for the first time… neither did Qhuinn.
He didn’t know whether the emotion was about his cousin—it probably was—but he’d take it: He stared right back at Blaylock and let everything he had in his heart show in his face.
He just let that shit fly."
“Life was short, no matter how many days you were granted. And people were precious, each and every one, no matter how many you were lucky enough to have in your life. And love... love was worth dying for.
Worth living for, too.”
“Aha!" Lassiter pointed at the boob tube. "You motherfucker! I knew you were the father!”
“Life’s meant to be lived blind—that’s how you don’t take shit for granted.”
“God, I miss you,” he said in a voice that cracked. “Every night. Every day…”
Your shellan is welcome here.
To be named was to be claimed, and it made her feel... reborn.Autumn has trouble with her feelings for Tohr. She doesn't want him to know she loves him- she knows how he still feels about his shellan. Certain scenes between these two were so hard to read... . But sometimes, you have to be able to forgive and move on.
“Look, I’m not going to lie—it’s clear that Xcor’s making a play against…”
When he didn’t finish the statement, Wrath nodded. “Me.”
“Which would mean us—”
“Us—”
“Us—”
More voices than you could count uttered that one word, the single syllable coming from every corner of the room, every seat cushion, every flat plane of wall someone was up against.
“Life’s meant to be lived blind—that’s how you don’t take shit for granted.”
Life was short, no matter how many days you were granted. And people were precious, each and every one, no matter how many you were lucky enough to have in your life. And love... love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too.
“Maybe I’m finally going to be an angel tonight.”
“Text me when you want to see me again, he signed. I'm giving you your space, but know this: I will wait forever for you.”
Qhuinn stopped breathing, focusing everything he had on the male who had been his best friend and his never-been lover… and the ever-after that was never going to happen.
“You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.”
If he had been one of Xcor’s males, the Brother might well have had to be killed so that Xcor could retain his prime position: It was a basic tenent of leadership that one eliminated those who presented a potential challenge to one’s position... although it wasn’t as if his band were incompetents—after all, one had to eliminate the weak as well.
“As they went by Assail, the male was watching them. "Jesus, he really is blind."
Wrath pulled up short and unsheathed his dagger, pointed it directly into the guys face. "But my hearing is just fine.”
Vishous, son of the Bloodletter, was not the kind of male anyone addressed like that. Except, apparently, for Wrath. In this case, the Brother with the tattoos on his face and the perverted reputation and the hand of death did exactly what he was told. He shut the fuck up.
Which said volumes about Wrath. Did it not.
Life was short, no matter how many days you were granted. And people were precious, each and every one, no matter how many you were lucky enough to have in your life.
And love... love was worth dying for.
Worth living for, too.
Man, destiny sucked ass. It just had to barge in and piss all over everyone's rose garden.Before we get started, I want to make sure I sing several praises of this book, because it was not all fun for me...
And now it was taking a shit in the other flower beds.
Life was short, no matter how many days you were granted. And people were precious, each and every one, no matter how many you were lucky enough to have in your life. And love... love was worth dying for.The Brother Tohr's loss was so hearbreaking... The murder of his wife and unborn son at the hands of a Lesser had me crying real tears when the tragedy occurred several books ago. Tohr immediately went off the radar at that point.
Worth living for, too.
She ate like a bird. Was silent as a shadow.No'One was curiously viod of any real personality. She blended in with the furnature, had no real likes or dislikes... She traveled from the Other Side to be with her daughter Xhex at the end of Lover Mine.
And why she was here, he hadn't a clue.
He had burried her in the Old Country. Underneath an apple tree because he had hoped the fragrant blooms would ease her in her death.
God knew she had had nothing easy at the end of her life.
"Just as the seasons come full circle, so have we. When we first crossed paths, it was all about me, my selfishness, my focus on a tragedy I had lived through. This time it was all about you, your selfishness, your tragedy that you had lived through."Everyone was reliving their own tragedies, losses, near-misses, and all the heartache which brought them to the current point in their lives.
"I'll teach the fucker to read," V muttered. "By cramming the Library of Congress up his ass."
"Scotch? Gin? Bourbon?" the angel asked. "I'm having an Orgasm."
Tohr rubbed his face. "Can you never say that word around me when you're buck-ass nekkid?"
That set off a round of, "Orgaaaaaasmmmm, orgaaaaaaasmmm," to the tune of Beethoven's Fifth.
"Aha!" Lassiter pointed at the boob tube. "You motherfucker! I knew you were the father!"
Tohr fought the urge to slap some sense into the son of a bitch. His future was at stake, and this dumb-ass was worried about Maury's paternity tests? "Are you kidding me?"
"No, I'm damn serious. Bastard has three kids by three sisters - what kind of a man is that?"
To be named was to be claimed, and it made her feel … reborn.
"You will always have my sympathy for everything you’ve been through, but I’ve got my own shit to deal with.”
“I have no need or desire to take her place. And I accept you just as you are, in any fashion you choose to come to me. Or not, if that is the way it must be.”
The truth was, she was calling something out of him, some kind of emotion, and those feelings were starting to turn gears inside of him that were rusted and cranky from lack of use. It terrified him. She terrified him.
I will love one and only one female for the rest of my life. No matter what I do, who I'm with, or how things appear, you can take that shit to the bank, son. We clear?"
Just so that you and I are utterly clear with each other, I have no interest in any male. I am sexually repulsed by your kind, and that includes yourself.
"I don't want to hurt you." he said
"You won't. I know you are still in love with your mate, and I do not blame you. What you had with her was a once-in-a-lifetime love."
"What about you?"
"I have no need or desire to take her place. And I accept you as you are, in any fashion you choose to come to me. Or not, if that is the way it must be. I am happy to simply have time with you. That is enough-and more that I could ever have expected out of my fate."
My names's Lassiter, and I'll tell you all you need to know about me. I'm an angel first, and a sinner second, and I'm not here for long. I'll never hurt you, but I'm prepared to make you pretty goddamn uncomfortable if I have to, to get my job done."
"Wow," she breathed.......alrightyyyyy then ! So moving on .....
"I know, right? Hung like a horse."
"If you're really nice--and you live through this--I'll promise not to tell V."
"About my size."