Lover at Last by JR Ward

Long time coming and far from disappointing. 
Lover at Last [Black Dagger Brotherhood, #11] by JR Ward
NAL, Hardcover 

There are authors that could never do wrong in my eyes. They could re-write the yellow pages and I will devour it like my life depended on it.  And although this series had its instalments of brilliance and a couple of not-so, The Black Dagger Brotherhood would remain one of those that become better and better with time. The dilemma here is the painful down time between each release.  There’s not even a time frame when the next one’s going to be, or a hint of whom it may be about. And because Ward has managed to give us a taste of some brand new meat, there sure are plenty to be excited about on the coming books.

It seems that I’ve waited my entire bookish life for Qhuinn and Blay’s story to be written. It’s books upon books in the making. WARDen hung the proverbial carrot in front of our faces for the longest time and days before its release, I was on tenterhooks. The expectation’s through the roof and for a minute or two, I entertained the inconceivable thought that it would royally suck. 
As of this writing, I’m all set to re-read this massive book. I just don’t ever want to stop reading. I don’t ever want to leave. Immersing myself in Ward’s world of vampires, lessers, empaths, sympaths, and whatever else crawls on the streets of Caldwell, New York is always a pulse-pounding joy for me. Not to mention the prolific characters that Ward keeps introducing in her books. I, for one, am looking forward to Xcor and Layla’s story. As well, Assail and Sola’s. And that’s the beauty of Ward’s writing; she has this ability to hook you in to the next book without even having a clue where she would take you. The anticipation is so severe. 
I’ve always been a big sucker for romance – romance of any kind. This one, most especially is true and dear to my heart. 🙂 I love me some boy love and I’ve been awfully curious as to how Ward would get my boys to play. Can I just say that leading up to that big moment (culmination of their supposed-unrequited loves), I was perpetually sporting a pair of  cerulean blue balls? It nearly killed me (and yes, I am aware that this is not possible, as I am a woman…but you get me, true?). It was sublime but maddening; sensual and sweet. It was everything that I’ve expected, needed, craved and yet it wasn’t enough. That’s the frustrating part of all: I wish it would go on forever.

BDB #11 is perhaps, second on my favourites list. The first one being Lover Awakened. Last year, it was Lover Reborn. That’s a clear indication of how addicting this series is.

My rating: 5 out of 5 Stars

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