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“Maybe I could do it." Darius shot him a dry look. "You want to try to get back into your house after the fact? Wellsie will stake you through the heart and leave you for the sun, my friend. Tohrment winced. "Good point" "And then she'll come looking for me." Both males shuttered.”

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Dark Lover: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood

In Dark Lover, readers are introduced to the world of the Black Dagger Brotherhood, a group of vampires who struggle with their existence and their relationships. The story follows the romantic entanglement between a vampire named Wrath and a human woman named Becca. The novel delves into the complexities of their relationship, the challenges they face, and the supernatural elements that define their world. more

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J.R. Ward
J.R. Ward

J.R. Ward is an American novelist known for her vampire series novels. Her works blend romance, suspense, and fantasy elements, and have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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