Lover Reborn (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #10)

by J.R. Ward

Life’s meant to be lived blind—that’s how you don’t take shit for granted.

Being female was not a disability in any sense of the word.

To be named was to be claimed, and it made her feel… reborn.

There came a time in everyone’s life when they realized that in spite of how hard they’d been running from themselves, everywhere they went, there they were: Addictions and compulsions were nothing but marching bands of distraction, masking truths that were unpleasant, but ultimately undeniable.

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.

“It’s your lucky day, motherfucker.” The angel did a little spin, piercings glinting, Mickey D’s bags flaring out.