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455 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published March 6, 2007
"United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole."
At the air lock, he looked back over his shoulder. “Don’t think I was the only reason he healed. You’re his light, Marissa. Don’t ever forget that.” The Brother’s eyes narrowed. “But here’s something to keep in mind. You ever hurt him on purpose and I will consider you my enemy.”
“Butch, let me help you.”
He cursed. “What if—”
“What ifs don’t cut it.” She took a deep breath. “I won’t lie. I’m scared. But I don’t want to turn my back on you and you’re a fool to try and make me.”
“Baby…it’s going to be all right.” Thank God, she let him put his arms around her. “Baby—”
“I am so angry at you right now,” she said into his chest. “You’re an arrogant, prideful fool who’s breaking my heart.”
“I’m a man who wants to take care of his woman.”
“Like I said…a goddamned fool.”
She wanted him. Was it true?
Felt true. Felt good. Felt…
He let incautious, desperate words fly. “I am pathetic over you, Marissa. Yeah, totally fuc—er…really pathetic. Over you.”
Her pale blue eyes teared up. “Me…too. For you.”
"He seemed to hesitate before turning to Butch. Then he pivoted and their eyes met. As candlelight flickered over V’s hard face and got caught in his diamond irises, Butch felt his breath get tight: At that moment, his roommate looked as powerful as a god…and maybe even as beautiful."
“I liked you, cop. From the moment I met you. No…not the first moment. I wanted to kill you when I first met you. But then I liked you. A lot.” God, V’s expression was nothing Butch had ever seen before. Sad…affectionate…but most of all…yearning.
“I have him. I have”—V eyed the bloody mess that was his roommate—“Jesus, I need a pickup. Oh, shit, Rhage—” V put his hand to his eyes and started to shake. “Rhage—what they did to him…”
Those undead bastards had taken his—well, he didn’t know what Butch was to him specifically. But it ran deeper than anything he’d felt in a long time.
Beth put her cue down. “How is John?”
“Who the hell knows.” Wrath went over and kissed her on the mouth, then on both sides of her neck over her veins. ...
Beth wrapped her arms around Wrath’s waist and leaned into her hellren’s body. Their black hair mixed together, his straight, hers wavy. God, Wrath’s was so damn long now. But word had it that Beth liked the stuff so he’d grown it out for her.
Weird, how males do shit like that.
Strong arms gathered him up.
John started screaming again, but now in agony, not anger. With nowhere to turn, he clutched at Wrath’s huge shoulders. All he wanted was the hurting to stop…. He wanted the pain in him, the stuff he tried to bury deep, to go away. He was raw with emotion from the losses in his life and the tragedies of circumstance, nothing but bruises on the inside.
“Shit…” Wrath rocked him gently. “It’s all right, son. God…damn.”
“You like to be chased, nalla,” Z said in a voice so deep it distorted.
Bella’s smile got even wider as she backed up into a corner. “Maybe.”
“So run some more, why don’t you.”
Bella took off, darting around her mate, going for the billiards room. Z tracked her like prey, pivoting around, his eyes leveled on the female’s streaming hair and graceful body. As his lips peeled off his fangs, the white canines elongated, protruding from his mouth. And they weren’t the only response he had to his shellan.
At his hips, pressing into the front of his leathers, was an erection the size of a tree trunk.
Vishous’s chest expanded…and his diamond stare slowly swung to Butch. There was a heartbeat of intensity. Then V reached out and repositioned the cross so it once again hung over Butch’s heart. “You did well, cop. Congratulations, true?”
Sometimes fate takes you in fucked-up directions
"Why are you doing this? You're just human-"
"I am so sick of hearing that. Leave!"
Okay, he was flirting with Looney Tunes here.
Tears raced to his eyes. Seeped down his raw cheeks
"Sire, we all die alone."
There shall be one to bring the end before the master,
A fighter of modern time found in the seventh of the twenty-first,
And he shall be known in the numbers he bears -
One more than the compass he apperceives,
Thought mere four points to make at his right,
Three lives has he,
Two scores on his fore, and with a single black eye,
In one well will he be birthed and die.
To steal a phrase from the cop, Holy Mary, Mother of God
"V?"
"What?"
"I will rather die than hurt you."
Butch felt a sudden need to go to church and pray for his salvation
"Marissa. I am called Marissa."
"Butch." He touched his broad chest. "Er... Brian. O'Neal. People call me Butch, though."
He stuck his hand out. Then retracted it, rubbed it vigorously on his pant leg, and offered it again.
She lost her nerve. Touching him was too much, and she took a step back.
He dropped his hand slowly, not looking at all surprised that she'd rejected him.
And still, he stared.
(From Dark Lover)
“Don't think I was the only reason he healed. You're his light, Marissa. Don't ever forget that.”
“V, you know I love you like a brother, right?"
"Yeah."
"You feed her and I'll tear out your fucking throat out.”
“That's you," Wrath said. You shall be called the Black Dagger warrior Dhestroyer, descended of Wrath son of Wrath."
"But you'll always be Butch to us," Rhage cut in. "As well as hard-ass. Smart-ass. Royal pain in the ass. You know, whatever the situation calls for. I think as long as there's an ASS in there, it'll be accurate."
"How about bASStard?" Z suggested.
"Nice. I feel that.”
“Now the new era in the war begins.”
“You are my only friend. Never my enemy.”
Butch didn't live in his own place. He didn't spend his own money. He had no job, no future. He was a well-kept pet, not a man.
The Destroyer has arrived and you are he.
“Thanks for putting me up for it ... trahyner." As V's eyes flared, Butch said, "Yeah, I looked up what the word meant. 'Beloved Friend' fits you perfect as far as I'm concerned."
THE MAN
‘…he was right where he’d always been: no more alive than when he’d been rotting in his old life. Still on the outside looking in.’
“You’re his light Marissa. Don’t ever forget that……You ever hurt him on purpose and I will consider you my enemy.” ~ Vishous
"I liked you cop. From the moment I met you. No… not the first moment. I wanted to kill you when I first met you. But then I liked you. A lot."This is a 3.5 Star read, but I'm rounding up to 4 because I still love BDB...
There were times when female hysteria got everyone's attention, and this was one of them.I'll be honest, Marissa's whole personality has me hesitant to start Lover Unbound. I'm trying to tell myself that in a general population study, there have to be a few idiot simpering spoiled rich bitches… But seriously… I wanted to take a dagger to Marissa on more than one occasion throughout the course of this book. Every time she showed a little backbone, she'd crumple right afterward. Two steps forward, Three steps back…