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Prisoner of Night (The Black Dagger Brotherhood World) Mass Market Paperback – June 30, 2020
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When Ahmare’s brother is abducted, there is nothing she won’t do to get him back safely. She is unprepared, however, for the lengths she will have to go to save his life. Paired with a dangerous but enticing prisoner, she embarks on an odyssey into another world.
Duran, betrayed by his father, imprisoned in a dungeon for decades, has survived only because of his thirst for vengeance. He has been biding his time to escape and is shocked to find an unlikely and temporary freedom in the form of a determined young female.
Battling against deadly forces and facing unforeseen peril, the pair are in a race to save Ahmare’s brother. As time runs out, and the unthinkable looms, even true love may not be enough to carry them through.
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Twenty-One Years, Three Months, Six Days Ago…
WHERE IS IT! GODDAMN you, where’s it at!”
Duran spit blood out of his mouth and spoke over the ringing in his ears. “I’ll never tell you—”
Chalen the Conqueror swung his open palm again, nailing Duran’s lacerated face like a bat hitting a fastball. But it didn’t hurt as much as the other shit they’d been doing to him in this castle’s great room. They’d already pulled out his fingernails, broken all of his toes, and whipped his back until strips of his own flesh flapped against his ribs. At the moment, he didn’t have the strength to keep himself on his feet, but no worries there—two guards, with grips locked under his pits, were holding him up off the floor.
As his head flopped back into its lolling hang, he shook it to get the sweat and blood out of his eyes. In the hissing, kicking light of the hearth, the male in front of him was stocky of build and ugly of feature, an oak stump with a bulldog’s muzzle and a hungry bear’s bad fucking attitude.
“You are going to tell me the location.” Chalen took Duran by the throat with one of his meat hands. “And you’re going to do it now.”
“Sorry, not… a big talker—”
The conqueror grabbed onto the lower half of Duran’s face, squeezing so hard his jaw split and the inside of his mouth was forced between the hard-and-sharp of his molars. More blood welled, spilled, fell on his bare chest.
“Why are you protecting the very male who put you here?” Chalen’s opaque eyes searched Duran’s expression as if he were trying to extrapolate a map of Maryland in the features. “All you need to do is tell me where that facility is. Your father has something that belongs to me.”
Duran waited for that grip to release. When it did, he spit more blood out. “I’m not… protecting him.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“Making sure you don’t cheat me of what’s mine.” Duran smiled, aware he must look deranged. “You kill him… I don’t get to. When it comes to revenge, sons win over business partners.”
Chalen crossed his strong-man arms over his barrel chest. He was dressed in weapons, whatever clothes he had on underneath the holsters of guns and knives largely hidden by metal. No daggers, though. He’d never been Black Dagger Brotherhood material and not just because he was a mutt according to his lineage: Even among black market thieves, there was a code of conduct.
Not for Chalen. He had no code. Not in the Old Country, and not during his last century here in the New World.
There was only one male who was worse.
No wonder the two of them had made so much money together in the drug trade.
“I will break you,” Chalen said in a low voice. “And I will enjoy it.”
Duran laughed in a wheeze. “You have no idea what I’ve already been through—”
Chalen swung that palm wide again, the crack so heavy Duran lost his vision, everything going checkerboard. And then there was a drop in blood pressure, his brain emptying of oxygen, floaty disassociation riding in, a foggy savior buffering the suffering.
The sound of chains moving and gears shifting brought him back to reality. A section of the sweaty stone wall rose by inches, the great weight ascending like a gate, revealing a corridor…
Revealing a male who was naked but for a black hood that covered his head.
“I will make you pray for death,” Chalen said. “And when you give me what I need, you will think back to this moment. When you could have saved yourself from so much.”
Duran exhaled in a gurgle. His body was on fire, the pain burning through his veins, turning him into a semi-living, kind-of-breathing, sort-of-conscious incubator for agony.
But fuck Chalen.
“Do what you will,” he mumbled. “I’m not going to give you a goddamn thing.”
“I will make you wish you were never born.”
As the hooded male came forward, Duran was dragged over and slammed face-first down onto a table, his torso bent parallel to the floor. Turning his face to the side, he smelled the spoiled meat and rancid fat embedded in the fibers of the planks.
“Already there, asshole.”
Chalen’s face appeared at table level, their eyes meeting. “He just gave you to me, you realize. He didn’t even take my money. Just delivered you here and dropped you like garbage.”
“No one ever accused my father of giving a shit.”
“You need to know who you’re dealing with—”
“I hope you stay and watch this.” As Chalen frowned, Duran smiled through the blood again. “I want to be looking at you when it happens. All of it.”
“There will be no mercy.”
“I don’t want that.” Duran felt his pants get cut with a knife. “You’re on my list now, too. I’m going to kill my father and you.”
Chalen laughed, his fangs showing. The one on the left was not as long, as if part of it had broken off in someone’s neck. Leg. Face.
“That is not your destiny.”
“I will make it mine.” Duran began to memorize every pore, each eyelash, all the flecks in those muddy hazel eyes. “And I shall not fail.”
“Such optimism. I hope it persists as I look forward to ridding you of it. Last chance. Tell me where your father is, and I will let you go.”
“I’ll see you in Dhunhd before that happens.”
Chalen shook his head and straightened. “Just remember, you could have stopped this…”
- Publisher : Pocket Books (June 30, 2020)
- Language : English
- Mass Market Paperback : 384 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1982143525
- ISBN-13 : 978-1982143527
- Item Weight : 6.4 ounces
- Dimensions : 4.13 x 1 x 6.75 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #64,034 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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This review is intended for those not familiar with the series by J. R. Ward. I almost never read books featuring vampires. I made an exception with this novel, and am probably better for it, as an author, even if I never delve into the gutsy story telling this author chose to enlighten us with. What I mean is, I greatly respect the writer for daring to write such provocative scenes as she has painted in this fiction.
Now, as to my opinion as a reader, I am a bit mixed. I loved how she was able to show us in vivid detail what the characters were doing and thinking as they proceeded and as they became immersed in one another. Her skill was such that I almost felt as though I were watching a video instead of reading a book. Yet, I just as often found it so over the top that I had to take a break.
BLUSH FACTOR: -- WARNING – If you start reading this book to your prayer group, you will likely be shunned. If you try reading this to your youngster, local authorities might take custody of the child. And, if you try reading this to your elderly parent, I don’t want to be around when the sparks fly… Yes, this has every evil – profanities, sex, violence, and violent sex. If it were a movie it might be rated R or it might be rated X.
POV: Third person.
CHARACTER OR PLOT BASED: Although the characters are well-drawn, this is more of a plot-based story, in my opinion.
WRITING & EDITING: Professionally edited.
“What else did he tell you?” The male’s speech was accented with the Old Country. “Tell me exactly.”
“I don’t have time for talk.”
She held her torch out, trying to will the appearance of racks of weapons from the darkness.
“Yes, you do.” He tracked her like the caged predator he was, following on the other side of those bars. “What else?”
Ahmare stopped again. There was something on the wall, hanging from a hook by a lanyard. Closing the torch in, it appeared to be a handheld device of some kind, palm-sized with a single button on it. A detonator? Was this the weapon?
[Expletive deleted] Chalen.
She took whatever it was off by its cord and was shocked by its heavy weight—
The rattling was loud and she wheeled around. A center portion of the cell was rising up, the dozen or so bars disappearing into the stone ceiling.
The male stepped free. And was even more enormous now that there was nothing between them.
She put her torch forward. “Don’t come any closer. Stay back.”
Throwing out her free hand, she grabbed for another torch in its wall bracket, that object…’
Ward, J.R.. Prisoner of Night (The Black Dagger Brotherhood series) . Gallery Books. Kindle Edition.
Although I do admire the artistic skill of this writer, I probably will not buy any similar books authored by her. Even if certain aspects do appeal, the overall storyline and the orientation towards sex repel me, rather than attract me. In other words, for me, this was a two or three star read. Folks looking for an erotic read, though, will probably rate it five stars.
Three stars out of five for me, personally, but probably four or five for people attracted to this genre.
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I find it hard to believe Wrath would have no clue about a cult within his area and this mysterious token 'bad guy' has never been mentioned before in any story despite the backstory of being a fearsome warrior in the Bloodletters camp.
This storyline could have been easily worked into a few new longer books easily, given how long she dragged out the whole Sola and Assail thing before dropping it and picking it back up again. Approaching it as a side plot rather than stand-alone would have rated it higher for me. It felt a little forced and in your face, a little random and messy at times with no real connection as to why or what was happening to 'Duran' other than some random, not quite fully communicated feud with the token bad guy.
I've never been disappointed in her books until lately, I really hope she's not turning her series into a cash cow like Sherrilyn Kenyon did with her Dark Hunter series. It would be such an awful shame to what is a really good series and spin-off.
Something to read in a few hours but adds nothing to the overall experience of the longer running story arcs.
Going back to the story itself, I found the characters difficult to connect with and very two dimensional. If the main 'bad guy' had been brought up in a previous book I could understand the tie-in but this just felt like a sub-plot that has been hacked from her upcoming novel to drum up a bit more cash. I hope the new book returns to more established BDB characters; I for one would love to know more about Lassiter's back story!