Lover At Last: A Novel Of The Black Dagger Brotherhood by J.R. WardLover At Last: A Novel Of The Black Dagger Brotherhood by J.R. Ward

Lover At Last: A Novel Of The Black Dagger Brotherhood

byJ.R. Ward

Mass Market Paperback | October 1, 2013

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“The hottest collection of studs in romance” (New York Times Bestselling Author Angela Knight) returns as J. R. Ward brings together two of the most beloved people in the Black Dagger Brotherhood world—at last....
 
Qhuinn, son of no one, is used to being on his own. Disavowed from his bloodline, shunned by the aristocracy, he has found an identity as a brutal fighter in the war against the Lessening Society. But his life is not complete. Even as the prospect of having a family of his own seems within reach, he is empty on the inside, his heart given to another....
 
Blay, after years of unrequited love, has moved on from his feelings for Qhuinn. And it’s about time: it seems Qhuinn has found his perfect match in a Chosen female, and they are going to have a young. It’s hard for Blay to see the new couple together, but building your life around a pipe dream is just a heartbreak waiting to happen. And Qhuinn needs to come to terms with some dark things before he can move forward…

Fate seems to have taken these vampire soldiers in different directions, but as the battle over the race’s throne intensifies, and new players on the scene in Caldwell create mortal danger for the Brotherhood, Qhuinn learns the true meaning of courage, and two hearts meant to be together finally become one.
J.R. Ward is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of numerous novels, including the Black Dagger Brotherhood series. She lives in the South with her family.
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Title:Lover At Last: A Novel Of The Black Dagger BrotherhoodFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:640 pages, 6.81 × 4.25 × 1.34 inPublished:October 1, 2013Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0451418808

ISBN - 13:9780451418807

Reviews

Rated 4 out of 5 by from Lover At Last Black Dagger Brotherhood is one of my favorite series. Ward never disappoints, I love every single book. I highly recommend it to everyone.
Date published: 2017-11-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Lover At Last Loved, Loved, Loved this book. This was my absolute favorite book in the series so far. I love both characters so much!!!!
Date published: 2017-09-20
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Just Ok ***** SPOILER ALERT***** It was my least favorite of the series ONLY because of Layla. I do not like her character, she is a bit of an annoying one and I hate that she got pregnant with Quinn's young. I also don't like how Quinn did not get a "Brother" name. Butch got one....John Matthew has one (of course because of his lineage), why couldn't Quinn get one too?
Date published: 2017-09-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from AWESOME This was a great story! JR Ward was a complete genius in writing this book. It was heart wrenching and seductive and FINALLY Blay and Qhuinn. Not sure about any of you but I've been routing for them since they were first introduced!!!
Date published: 2017-08-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Story! Wow, JR Ward is unbelievable in her writing style. She captures your attention from the first moment. Quinn and Blay's relationship was portrayed so well and I couldn't put this book down. Another hit in the BDB series!
Date published: 2017-05-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from So good! My absolute fav from this series! Such a good read!
Date published: 2017-04-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Favourite Read My all time favourite read of the BDB universe. Followed closely by Lover Awakened. These two characters are so funny and sweet. #plumreview
Date published: 2017-03-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Qhuinn and Blay!! It is just too exciting! Great read but I wish it was longer! ;)
Date published: 2017-02-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from FINALLY!!!!!!!!! Qhuinn and Blay!!! OMG!!!!!!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!! This book is amazing!!!!!!! JR Ward has done it again. Favorite book by JR Ward!!!!!!
Date published: 2016-12-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Freaking Awesome! "Lover At Last" by J.R. Ward. Black Dagger Brotherhood series Book 11. FREAKING AWESOME!!!! Right in line with all the others. Was a little worried about the male-male thing, but it really didn't bother me one bit. Qhuinn and Blay were introduced in book 2 (I believe) so it just made sense that they finally got their story told and finally ended up together. So very touching and loving. Can't wait to see what happens in the future books to come with some of the other characters that are introduced in this one...Sola!!! (She rocks!) Can't wait for the next installment....THE KING!!!
Date published: 2016-12-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Epic I love this series. It's intriguing, sexy and a page turner. A must read! #plumreview
Date published: 2016-11-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Blay and Quinn <3 Been reading through the series for a couple of months now and I couldn't wait to get to this one. I loved it so much. Definitely a lot of emotions happening. SO GREAT!!
Date published: 2016-02-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from ***** LOVED IT ***** I absolutely loved this book! It is one of my favorites in the series. I didn't want it to end. I love Quinn and Blay's story. I laughed, I cried... I was angry... and I wouldn't have changed one single word.
Date published: 2015-04-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Yes!! I've been waiting to read this book for forever and it definitely did not disappoint. I almost cried towards the end.
Date published: 2015-02-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from JR ROCKS MY SOCKS!!!!!! I love and own every one of her books.. have never been disappointed... action,sex,supernatural and an author that doesn't make it into a Harlequin style cheesy book
Date published: 2014-11-16
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Lover At Last Another addictive book in the Black Dagger Brotherhood series.
Date published: 2014-11-03
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Nice Not the best out the series, but a very Nice read. Can't wait for the next instalment
Date published: 2014-09-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I love it Finally those two get things right.
Date published: 2014-07-14
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Lover at last I've been reading this series and have loved every one ... With the exception of this one. It was just ok, just not my kind of story.
Date published: 2014-06-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fantastic Read!! I have been waiting on this book to come out and i was not disappointed, although i must say it took a while to get going. i like how Ward keeps you update on all the other characters as well and even though they have found their mate, they still have their problems. This was a fantastic read, but if a person is not interested in the same sex love, then this book is NOT for you. The sex scenes were steamy and well written. Very classy. I must admit i thought the book ended quite quickly. it could have drawn it out a bit and enjoyed seeing a happy version of them together. Awesome book. Awesome characters. Awesome series
Date published: 2014-05-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Lover at last Just fantastic, funny sad, heart breaking, romantic and sooo hot. What more could you ask for?
Date published: 2014-04-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Lover at last Love this Book! Definitely worth reading!
Date published: 2014-01-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Lover at last Another great book on an awesome series!
Date published: 2014-01-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Lover at last I really enjoyed this book. I read this book in one weekend. I had been waiting for their story and was not disapponted. For your reading enjoyment you should read the series in order. J.R Wade rocks in I can't wait for the next book in the series.KING.
Date published: 2014-01-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love, after all, was universal Such a beautiful love story between Qhuinn and Blay. Long time coming!
Date published: 2013-12-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Lover at Last Loved it. Can't wait to find out what happens with the other characters in this book as well.
Date published: 2013-12-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Really in love with this Book Ward you are the S**T. I've been reading BDB since the beginning and you have always amazed me with every story, character. But of course this book is my new love. Qhuinn is one of my favorite Brothers next to Rhage.
Date published: 2013-12-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Really in love with this Book After reading all the Black Dagger Brotherhood books it was such a great way to bring together the two characters finally that have been through so much!
Date published: 2013-11-30
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Lover at last It was a good story.. I just cant take Qhuinn as a gay brother no way.
Date published: 2013-11-21
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Lover at last Good read just not into the gay thing but was a good read
Date published: 2013-10-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The best BDB novel ever! The end of this book brought me to tears.
Date published: 2013-10-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The best BDB novel ever! Absolutely amazing! JR Ward is one of the best writers i have ever had the pleasure to read.
Date published: 2013-10-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The best BDB novel ever! Great instalment into a really entertaining series. Sexy, exciting and humourous. Can't wait for the next one!
Date published: 2013-10-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from awesome read another great book by j r ward. although i was a little disappointed with how the ending wrapped up so quickly.
Date published: 2013-07-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Bromance I really enjoyed this book. Obviously this was Blay/Quinn's story and it was written in the true JR Ward style - no hold's barred, and not for the faint of heart vis a vis the bromance. Several additional storylines ran parallel, and definitely set up the next, if not the next several books in the series, which I'm already looking forward to. This one was worth the wait!
Date published: 2013-03-29

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PRELUDEQhuinn, son of Lohstrong, entered his family’s home through its grand front door. The instant he stepped over the threshold, the smell of the place curled up into his nose. Lemon polish. Beeswax candles. Fresh flowers from the garden that the doggen brought in daily. Perfume—his mother’s. Cologne—his father’s and his brother’s. Cinnamon gum—his sister’s.If the Glade company ever did an air freshener like this, it would be called something like Meadow of Old Money. Or Sunrise over a Fat Bank Account.Or maybe the ever-popular We’re Just Better Than Everyone Else.Distant voices drifted over from the dining room, the vowels round as brilliant-cut diamonds, the consonants drawled out smooth and long as satin ribbons.“Oh, Lillie, this is lovely, thank you,” his mother said to the server. “But that’s too much for me. And do not give Solange so all that. She’s getting heavy.”Ah, yes, his mother’s perma-diet inflicted on the next generation: Glymera females were supposed to disappear from sight when they turned sideways, each jutting collarbone, sunken cheek, and bony upper arm some kind of fucked-up badge of honor.As if resembling like a fire poker would make you a better person.And Scribe Virgin forefend if your daughter looked like she was healthy.“Ah, yes, thank you, Lilith,” his father said evenly. “More for me, please.”Qhuinn closed his eyes and tried to convince his body to step forward. One foot after another. It was not that tough.His brandy-new Ed Hardy kicks middle-fingered that suggestion. Then again, in so many ways, walking into that dining room was belly-of-the-beast time.He let his duffel fall to the floor. The couple of days at his best friend Blay’s house had done him good, a break from the complete lack of air in this house. Unfortunately, the burn on reentry was so bad, the cost-benefit of leaving was nearly equal.Okay, this was ridiculous. He couldn’t keep standing here like an inanimate object.Turning to the side wall, he leaned into the full-length antique mirror that was placed right by the door. So thoughtful. So in keeping with the aristocracy’s need to look good. This way, visitors could check their hair and clothes as the butler accepted coats and hats.The young pretrans face that stared back at him was all even features, good jawline, and a mouth that, he had to admit, looked like it could do some serious damage to naked skin when he got older. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. Hair was Vlad the Impaler, spikes standing up straight from his head. Neck was strung with a bike chain—and not one bought at Urban Outfitters, but the link that had previously motivated his twelve-speed.All things being equal, he looked like a thief who had broken in and was prepared to trash the place on the hunt for sterling silver, jewelry, and portable electronics.The irony was that the Goth bullcrap wasn’t actually the most offensive part of his appearance to his fam. In fact, he could have stripped down, hung a light fixture off his ass, and run around the first floor playing Jose Canseco with the art and antiques and not come close to how much the real problem pissed off his parents.It was his eyes.One blue. One green.Oopsy. His bad.The glymera didn’t like defects. Not in their porcelain or their rose gardens. Not in their wallpaper or their carpets or their countertops. Not in the silk of their underwear or the wool of their blazers or the chiffon of their gowns.And certainly not ever in their children.Sister was okay—well, except for the “little weight problem” that didn’t actually exist, and a lisp that her transition hadn’t cured —oh, and the fact that she had the personality of their mother. And there was no fixing that shit. Brother, on the other hand, was the real fucking star, a physically perfect, firstborn son prepared to carry forth the family bloodline by reproducing in a very genteel, non-moaning, no-sweat situation with a female chosen for him by the family.Hell, his sperm recipient had already been lined up. He was going to mate her as soon as he went through his transition—“How are you feeling, my son?” his father asked with hesitation.“Tired, sir,” a deep voice answered. “But this is going to help.”A chill frog-marched up Qhuinn’s spine. That didn’t sound like his brother. Way too much bass. Far too masculine. Too…Holy shit, the guy had gone through his transition.Now Qhuinn’s Ed Hardys got with the program, taking him forward until he could see into the dining room. Father was in his seat at the head of the table. Check. Mother was in her seat at the foot of the table opposite the kitchen’s flap door. Check. Sister was facing out of the room, all but licking the gold rim off her plate from hunger. Check.The male whose back was to Qhuinn was not part of the SOP.Luchas was twice the size he’d been when Qhuinn had been approached by a doggen and told to get his things and go to Blay’s.Well, that explained the vacay. He’d assumed his father had finally relented and given in to the request Qhuinn had filed weeks before. But nope, the guy had just wanted Qhuinn out of the house because the change had come to the gene pool’s golden child.Had his brother laid the chick? Who had they used for blood—His father, never the demonstrative type, reached out a hand and gave Luchas an awkward pat on the forearm. “We’re so proud of you. You look…perfect.”“You do,” Qhuinn’s mother piped up. “Just perfect. Doesn’t your brother look perfect, Solange?”“Yes, he does. Perfect.”“And I have something for you,” Lohstrong said.The male reached into the inside pocket of his sport coat and took out a black velvet box the size of a baseball.Qhuinn’s mother started to tear up and dabbed under her eyes.“This is for you, my precious son.”The box was slid across the white damask tablecloth, and his brother’s now-big hands shook as he took the thing and popped the lid.Qhuinn caught the flash of gold all the way out in the foyer.As everyone at the table went silent, his brother stared at the signet ring, clearly overwhelmed, as their mother kept up with the dab-dab, and even their father grew misty. And his sister sneaked a roll from the bread basket.“Thank you, sir,” Luchas said as he put the heavy gold ring on his forefinger.“It fits, does it not?” Lohstrong asked.“Yes, sir. Perfectly.”“We wear the same size, then.”Of course they did.At that moment, their father glanced away, like he was hoping the movement of his eyeballs would take care of the sheen of tears that had come over his vision.He caught Qhuinn lurking outside the dining room.There was a brief flash of recognition. Not the hi-how’re-ya kind, or the oh-good-my-other-son’s-home. More like when you were walking through the grass and noticed a pile of dog shit too late to stop your foot from landing in it.The male went back to staring at his family, locking Qhuinn out.Clearly, the last thing Lohstrong wanted was such a historic moment to be ruined—and that was probably why he didn’t do the hand signals that warded off the evil eye. Usually everyone in the household performed the ritual when they saw Qhuinn. Not tonight. Daddio didn’t want the others to know.Qhuinn went over to his duffel. Slinging the weight onto his shoulder, he took the front stairs to his room. Usually his mother preferred him to use the servants’ set, but that would mean he’d have to cut through all the love in there.His room was as far away from the others’ as you could get, all the way over to the right. He’d often wondered why they didn’t take the leap completely and put him in with the doggen—but then the staff would probably quit.Closing himself in, he dumped his duds on the bare floor and sat on his bed. Staring at his only piece of luggage, he figured he had better do that laundry soon, as there was a wet bathing suit in there.The maids refused to touch his clothes—like the evil in him lingered in the fibers of his jeans and his T-shirts. The upside was, he was never welcome at formal events, so his wardrobe was just wash-’n’-wear, baby—He discovered he was crying when he looked down at his Ed Hardys and realized that there were a couple of drops of water right in the middle of the laces.Qhuinn was never getting a ring.Ah, hell…this hurt.He was scrubbing his face with his palms when his phone rang. Taking the thing out of his biker jacket, he had to blink a couple of times to focus.He hit send to accept the call, but he didn’t answer.“I just heard,” Blay said across the connection. “How are you doing?”Qhuinn opened his mouth to reply, his brain coughing up all kinds of responses: “Peachy fucking jim-dandy.” “At least I’m not ‘fat’ like my sister.” “No, I don’t know if my brother got laid.”Instead, he said, “They got me out of the house. They didn’t want me to curse the transition. Guess it worked, because the guy looks like he came through it okay.”Blay swore softly.“Oh, and he got his ring just now. My father gave him…his ring.”The signet ring with the family crest on it, the symbol that all males of good bloodlines wore to attest to the value of their lineage.“I watched Luchas put it on his finger,” Qhuinn said, feeling as if he were taking a sharp knife and drawing it up the insides of his arms. “Fit perfectly. Looked great. You know, though…like, how could it not—”He began weeping at that point.Just fucking lost it.The awful truth was that under his counterculture fuck-you, he wanted his family to love him. As prissy as his sister was, as scholar-geek as his brother was, as reserved as his parents were, he saw the love among the four of them. He felt the love among them. It was the tie that bound those individuals together, the invisible string from one heart to the another, the commitment of caring about everything from the mundane shit to any true, mortal drama. And the only thing more powerful than that connection…was what it was like to get shut out from it.Every fucking day of your life.Blay’s voice cut in through the heaving. “I’m here for you. And I’m so damned sorry….I’m here for you….Just don’t do anything stupid, okay? Let me come over—”Leave it to Blay to know that he was thinking about things that involved ropes and showerheads.In fact, his free hand had already gone down to the makeshift belt he’d fashioned out of a nice, strong weave of nylon—because his parents didn’t give him much money for clothes, and the proper one he’d owned had broken years ago.Pulling the length free, he glanced across to the closed door of his bath. All he needed to do was tie the thing to the fixture in his shower—God knew those water pipes had been run in the good old days, when things were strong enough to hold some weight. He even had a chair he could stand up on and then kick out from underneath him.“I gotta go—”“Qhuinn? Don’t you hang up on me—don’t you dare hang up on me—”“Listen, man, I gotta go—”“I’m coming over right now.” Lot of flapping in the background, like Blay was getting his clothes on. “Qhuinn! Do not hang up the phone—Qhuinn…!”ONEPRESENT DAY“Now, that a muthafuckn’ whip rite chur.”Jonsey looked over at the idiot who was hunkered down next to him in the bus stop. The pair of them had been parked in the Plexiglas gerbil cage for three hours. At least. Although comments like that had made it seem a matter of days.And were going to make shit justifiable homicide.“You a white boy, you know that?” Jonsey pointed out.“Say whaaaaat?”Okay, make that three years of waiting. “Caucasian, dude. As in you need fuckin’ sunblock in the summer. As in not like m’self—”“Whatever, man, check out that ride—”“As in why you gotta talk like you from the ’hood? You act a fool, yo.”At this point, he just wanted to get the night over. It was cold, it was snowing, and he had to wonder who he’d pissed off to get stuck with Vanilla Ice over here.Matter of fact, he was thinking about pulling out of this bullshit altogether. He was making good paper dealing in Caldwell; he was two months out of prison for those murders he’d done as a juvie; the last thing he was interested in was hanging with some white bitch determined to get street cred through vocabulary.Oh, and then there was the Richie Rich neighborhood they were in. For all he knew, there was an ordinance out here that you weren’t allowed on the streets after ten p.m.Why the hell had he agreed to this?“Will. You. Please. Look. At. That. Fine. Automobile.”Just to shut the guy up, Jonsey turned his head and leaned out of the shelter. As blowing snow got into his eyes, he cursed. Fucking upstate New York in the winter. Cold enough to ice-cube your balls—Well…hello, there.Across a shallow parking lot, sitting right in front of a sparkling-clean, no-graffiti’d, twenty-four-hour CVS, there was, in fact, a sweet-ass fucking whip. The Hummer was totally blacked out, no chrome anywhere—not on the wheels, not around the windows, not even on the grille. And it was the big-body—and, going by all that trim, no doubt had the big engine in it.The ride was the kind of thing you’d see on the streets where he was from, the vehicle of a major dealer. Except they were far from the inner city out here, so it was just some cracker trying to look like he had a dick.Vanilla-man hiked up his backpack, one-strapping it. “I’ma check it out.”“Bus is coming soon.” Jonsey checked his watch, and did some wishful thinking. “Five, maybe ten minutes.”“Come on—”“Bye, asshole.”“You scared or some shit?” The SOB lifted his hands and started going Paranormal Activity. “Oh, scurrrrrry—”Jonsey outted his gun and punched the muzzle right into that dumb-ass face. “I got no problem killin’ you right here. I done it before. I do it again. Now back the fuck off and do y’self a favor. Shut the fuck up.”As Jonsey met the guy’s eyes, he didn’t particularly care what the outcome was. Shoot the bitch. Don’t shoot him. Whatever.“Okay, okay, okay.” Mr. Chatty backed away and left the bus stop.Thank. Fuck.Jonesy put his gat away, crossed his arms, and stared in the direction the bus was going to come out of—like that might help.Stupid fucking idiot.He looked at his watch again. Man, enough with this shit. If a bus heading back into downtown got here first, he was just going to get on and fuck it all.Shifting the backpack he’d been told to get, he felt the hard contour of the jar inside. The pack he understood. If he was going to transport product from the sticks into the ’hood, then yeah. But the jar? What the hell you need that for?Unless it was loose powder?The fact that he’d been chosen by C-Rider, the man himself, for this had been pretty fucking cool. Until he’d met White Boy—and then the idea he was special lost some juice. The boss man’s instructions had been clear: Hook up with the dude at the Fourth Street stop. Take the last bus out to the ’burbs and wait. Transfer to the rural line when service resumed near dawn. Get off at the Warren County stop. Hoof it one mile to a farm property.C-Rider would meet them and a bunch of other dudes out there for the business. And after that? Jonsey would be part of a new crew set to dominate the scene in Caldie.

Editorial Reviews

“J.R. Ward's unique band of brothers is to die for. I love this series!”—New York Times bestselling author bestseller Suzanne Brockmann
 
“Utterly absorbing and deliciously erotic....The Brotherhood is the hottest collection of studs in romance. I can’t wait for the next one!”—New York Times bestseller Angela Knight