Dark Lover (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #1)

by J.R. Ward

“And how’s that going to go? You’re just going to walk up to her and say, ‘Hey, I know you’ve never seen me before, but I’m your dad. Oh, and guess what? You’ve won the evolutionary lottery: You’re a vampire. Let’s go to Disneyland!’”

As far as he was concerned, there were only two good positions for a human. A female on her back. And a male facedown and not breathing.

She opened the door and put her head out, blocking a cat’s exit with her foot. Wrath felt his breath catch as her scent came to him. She smelled positively beautiful. Like a rich flower. Night-blooming roses, maybe. He dragged more air into his lungs and closed his eyes as his body reacted, his blood stirring.

That cat was a traitor. And if by some miracle she lived through the night, he was getting downgraded to Tender Vittles.

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.

Butch thought of his empty wallet. His empty holster. His empty apartment. “I gotta get out of her,” he muttered, sliding off the stool. “I mean, here.”

“Z?” The warrior rolled his black eyes. “Come on, man. What does it matter to me? You, Tohr. Britney Spears.”