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528 pages, Hardcover
First published April 27, 2010
"As she stood beside John Matthew, and watched his huge body crumple down by the bed, the organ that beat behind her sternum shattered like a mirror.
Nothing but shards.
She was utterly and completely ruined as he cradled that pillow like it was a newborn, and in this moment of his utter despair, she would have done anything to ease his pain: Even though she had no idea why he felt the way he so clearly did, the reasons were unimportant.
His suffering was paramount."
"To not know where she was. To not know what had happened to her. To have lost her . . . He felt as if he’d been mortally injured, though his skin was intact and his arms and legs unbroken and his chest unpenetrated by bullet or blade."
"She was on her own in this and it was going to play out as it would. Having led a violent life, it was entirely unsurprising that she was going to meet a violent end . . . but true to form, she was sure as fuck going to take out a pound or two of flesh with her on the way to the exit."
"As his words took form on the white page, she got to watch him . . . and realized she never wanted him to go. She wanted him here beside her forever.
Safe. She was truly safe with him around."
"Her fight was long gone, the thing that had defined her most in the world having evaporated. Which made sense. She had no interest in living anymore and she couldn’t fake that, not for him, not for herself."
"As John’s stare came back to her, she felt a shattering communion with him. No barriers, no worries about being vulnerable. Even though they were both fully clothed, each was naked before the other.
She knew damn well she was never going to find this with any other male. Or any other person."
"Seemed like he’d lost his soul to her the very first time he’d laid eyes on her.
As he clicked off the light and she settled even closer to him, it felt like she was burrowing right into his cold heart and setting up shop, her banked fire thawing his soul out until he took the first honest-to-God deep breath in months."
"Staring out of the darkened window, his eyes searched the stars that dotted the dense, velvety black of the night sky.
Funny, felt like heaven was up against his chest instead of all above the whole world."
“No, you’ve got it all wrong, John.” Reading his emotions, she shook her head. “You’re not half the male you could be because of what was done to you. You’re twice what anyone else is because you survived.”
"As the two held stares, it was hard not to feel part of a unique club that no one would ever volunteer to be associated with. Membership wasn’t sought or desirable or something to crow about . . . but it was real and it was powerful: Survivors of similar wrecks could see the horrors of those jagged shoals in the eyes of others. It was like recognizing like. It was two people with the same tattoo on their insides, the divide of a trauma that separated them from the rest of the planet unexpectedly bringing a pair of weary souls closer together."
“You are my army,” he shouted at the bloodied guys on the floor. “We are gonna rule Caldwell! Getcha asses up, it’s time to go to work! Together we are . . .”
“I can’t wait to kill this little shit,” Rhage muttered. “If only to shut him up.”
"It was like that wherever the guy went and it used to be the kind of thing that made Blay worship his best friend. Now, it was a never-ending rejection: every time Qhuinn said yes, it made that one single no louder."
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"As he refilled his Coke and watched the frothing dark rush hit the ice, he wondered why he was so attracted to the guy. He was a please-and-thank-you kind of male. Qhuinn was more of a fuck-off-and-die type."
"As Qhuinn looked at his best friend’s handsome face, he felt as if he’d never not known that red hair, those blue eyes, those lips, that jaw. And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been.
All that came to him was . . . I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don’t know how to find you even though you’re right in front of me."
After a long, tense moment, he walked toward his best friend, drawn by the fragrance. And as he came closer, Qhuinn’s hot eyes tracked him with each step, the link between them, that had been buried on both sides, abruptly exploding into the room.
When they were nose-to-nose, he stopped, his rising chest meeting Qhuinn’s. “Say the word,” he whispered harshly. “Say the word and I won’t go.”
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“Leave me alone, Qhuinn. Just . . . leave me alone.”
As the door shut behind the guy, Qhuinn cursed under his breath and wondered if he would ever be able to do that.
Not anytime soon, a voice said in his head. Maybe not ever.
Abruptly, Payne bared her fangs and growled low in her throat, the fire of anger displacing her agony. “I will kill Her for this. I swear I will treat Her as I did our blooded sire.”
“Some things are destined to be -- it just takes us a couple of tries
to get there.” JM
“The truth was...he was in love with her. Totally over-the-line, no-going-back, not-even-dead-would-he-part kind of shit.” JM
“You're not half the male you could be because of what was done to you. You're twice what anyone else is because you survived.” Xhex
“In the silence, she felt the past and the present shift and mix, but that was a mirage. There was no way to comfort the lost boy he'd been back then.
But she had the grown male.
She had him right in her arms, and for a brief moment of whimsy, she imagined that she was never, ever going to let him go.” Xhex
“You are so beautiful, he mouthed. But of course she couldn't see his lips. Guess he was going to have to show her.” JM
“When she orgasmed, she said his name. Twice. And didn't it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine. –JM”
“I would hold you up. I will ever hold you up and hold you dear, lover mine.” JM
With stumbling feet, he blindly walked somewhere, anywhere. When he got to the king’s study, he looked over his shoulder and checked the carpet over which he’d trodden.
No trail of his blood. Which, considering the way his chest was hurting, was a surprise.
Sure as shit felt like he’d been shot in the heart.
“Blay.”
“Yeah?”
“You take care of yourself.”
Now Blay’s voice was hoarse to the point of cracking. “Yeah. You, too.”
Because of course, “take care of you” was what Qhuinn always said when he was letting someone go.”
I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.
“I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.”
“The truth was...he was in love with her. Totally over-the-line, no-going-back, not-even-dead-would-he-part kind of shit.”
“I would hold you up. I will ever hold you up and hold you dear, lover mine.”
"I'm glad you and Xhex have found each other. It makes cosmic sense, it truly does."
John shoved the keys in his pocket to free up his hand. We're not together.
The smile that briefly showed on the guy's face seemed ancient.
"Yeah, you are. You two are meant to be together."
She shook her head. "I'm not leaving him. And I'm out here waiting only because I was making him crazy. The sight of me . . . isn't good for his mental health at the moment. I'm hoping that's no longer true after he breaks this second treadmill."
"Second?"
"I'm pretty damn sure the flapping and the smell of smoke about fifteen minutes ago meant he ran one of them into the ground."
QHUAY
One of my favorite moments in this book was the one between Zsadist and John
“...the only thing that had tethered her to the earth had been him and it was strange, but she felt welded to him on some core level now. He had seen her at her absolute worst, at her weakest and most insane, and he hadn't looked away. He hadn't judged and he hadn't been burned.
It was as if in the heat of her meltdown they had melted together.
This was more than emotion. It was a matter of soul.
“John leaned in and pressed his lips to hers; then he stretched out beside her. His body was exhausted but, his heart was alive with a joy so pure it was like the sunlight he didn't get to see anymore: He was a mute-ass motherfucker with a nasty past and a night job that involved fighting evil and slaughtering the undead. And in spite of all that...he'd gotten the girl.”
― John Matthew thinking of Xhex
“I want you to know...that you can trust me."
John locked eyes with her and was instantly transported to a different plane of existence. Mighta been heaven again. Who the fuck knew or cared. All he knew was that there was only her and him together, the rest of the world drifting away into fog.
Was it possible to fall in love with someone twice, he wondered dimly.”
“Ride?" Rhage snorted. "Please. That thing is a sewing machine with an air dam taped to it. My GTO could dust the fucker in fourth gear from a dead stop."And I so wish Qhuinn would get his shit together.......
When there was an odd sound from behind, John looked back. So did the three Brothers.
"What." Xhex bristled and crossed her arms over her chest. "I can laugh, you know. And that's . . . pretty damn funny."
Rhage beamed. "I knew I liked you.”
“You're not half the male you could be because of what was done to you. You're twice what anyone else is because you survived.”
“Qhuinn: "What is wrong with you, that you care so much about me?"
Blay: "What is wrong with you, that you can't see why I would?”
The essential truth of life, he was coming to realize, wasn't romantic and took only two words to label: Shit. Happens.
L.O.V.E.U.4.E.V.E.R.
“Some things are destined to be -- it just takes us a couple of tries to get there.” ♥
People felt the way they did and it wan’t their fault or yours if the connection was just one-sided. It just... was.
Maybe this was just life. For everyone on the planet. Maybe the Survivor's Club wasn't something you "earned," but simply what you were born into when you came out of your mother's womb. Your heartbeat put you on the roster and then the rest of it was just a question of vocabulary: the nouns and verbs used to describe the events that rocked your foundation and sent you flailing were not always the same as other people's, but the random cruelties of disease and accident, and the malicious focus of evil men and nasty deeds, and the heartbreak of loss with all its stinging whips and rattling chains... At the core, it was all the same
John locked eyes with her and was instantly transported to a different plane of existence. Mighta been heaven again. Who the fuck knew or cared. All he knew was that there was only her and him together, the rest of the world drifting away into fog.
Was it possible to fall in love with someone twice, he wondered dimly.
“You don't go after what's mine. Now be a good boy and gut yourself."
Doesn’t have to be easy to be right.
“I’d like you to be my end game.”
He'd been there himself. He knew exactly what it was like to trip and fall and be in agony from hard impact… even though your body technically hadn't gone anywhere.
Shit, it was so damn girly. Next thing you knew, she was going to start crying at TV ads and doing her nails. And getting a frickin' pocketbook.
"You deserve so much better. I'm… really sorry."
The essential truth of life, he was coming to realize, wasn't romantic and took only two words to label: Shit. Happens.I have a tendency to become overly-attached to fictional characters; John Matthew is definitely in that category. I've watched him grow - literally and figuratively - over the course of this series, and while I was incredibly excited for him to get his own book, I was also nervous as hell... What was going to happen to John Matthew?
But the thing was, you kept going. You kept your friends and your family and your mate as safe as you were able. And you kept fighting even after you were knocked down.
“No, you've got it all wrong, John." Reading his emotions, she shook her head. "You're not half the male you could be because of what was done to you. You're twice what anyone else is because you survived.”My sweet (not so little any more) John... Readers of the BDB Series watched him grow up and struggle to overcome the tragic circumstances of his past... The lost, scrawny, scared orphan managed to secure a place in my heart and it's been amazing to watch his story progress.
There was no way to comfort the lost boy he'd been back then.I was worried about pairing John up with the infamous Sympath badass female known as Xhex... John had been through so much tragedy in his life, and Xhex didn't seem to have nurturing bone in her body... Turns out, Xhex is a perfect match for John, and she proves her worth over the course of this book.
But she had the grown male.
She had him right in her arms, and for a brief moment of whimsy, she imagined that she was never, ever going to let him go.
“You don't go after what's mine. Now be a good boy and gut yourself."
I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.I ache for these two... Their story has been progressing over the last several books in the series and I am eager to see them find their Happily Ever After together... Honestly, I'm so invested in Blay & Qhuinn, that I'm not particularly interested in reading Lover Unleashed (Payne's Story) - I just want to skip straight to Lover At Last... But I'm a good little girl, and I'll read everything in order... Even if the anticipation is killing me...
He'd wanted to be owned. He'd wanted someone to say, You're mine.
”I'm glad you and Xhex have found each other. It makes cosmic sense, it truly does.”
“You’re one in a million, John Matthew.”
“I've just been too wrapped up in my own drama to be able to accept what's been in front of me the whole time.”