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About The King
Product Description J.R. Ward's # 1 New York Times bestselling Black Dagger Brotherhood continues as a royal bloodline is compromised by a grave threat to the throne. Long live the King… After turning his back on the throne for centuries, Wrath, son of Wrath, finally assumed his father’s mantle--with the help of his beloved mate. But the crown sets heavily on his head. As the war with the Lessening Society rages on, and the threat from the Band of Bastards truly hits home, he is forced to make choices that put everything--and everyone--at risk. Beth Randall thought she knew what she was getting into when she mated the last pure blooded vampire on the planet: An easy ride was not it. But when she decides she wants a child, she’s unprepared for Wrath’s response--or the distance it creates between them. The question is, will true love win out... or tortured legacy take over? Review Praise for the novels of the Black Dagger Brotherhood “J. R. Ward’s unique band of brothers is to die for. I love this series!” —New York Times Bestselling Author 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 bestselling author Angela Knight “Best new series I’ve read in years! Tautly written, wickedly sexy, and just plain fun.”—New York Times bestselling author Lisa Gardner “J. R. Ward’s urban fantasy romance series is so popular, I don’t think there’s a reader today who hasn’t at least heard of the Black Dagger Brotherhood.”—USA Today “It pulls the reader in and will grip your heart.…J. R. Ward has created a world that I love…along with characters I can’t get enough of.”—Night Owl Reviews “A dynamite new vampire series—delicious, erotic, and thrilling! J. R. Ward has created a wonderful cast of characters, with a sexy, tormented, to-die-for hero…a fabulous treat for romance readers!”—New York Times bestselling author Nicole Jordan “Awesome…a midnight whirlwind of dangerous characters and mesmerizing erotic romance. Dark fantasy lovers, you just got served.”—New York Times bestselling author Lynn Viehl About the Author 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. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. One Manhattan’s Meatpacking District, Present “Give me your mouth,” Wrath demanded. Beth tilted her head back and leaned into her mate’s arms. “You want it? So take it.” The growl that came out of that massive chest was a reminder that her man was not, in fact, a man. He was the last purebred vampire left on the planet—¬and when it came to her and sex, he was fully capable of going wrecking-¬ball to get at her. And not in the stupid-¬ass Miley Cyrus poser-¬sex way—¬and provided Beth was willing, of course. Although really, when a woman had the opportunity to get with six feet, nine inches of hard-¬ass dressed in black leather, who just happened to have pale green eyes that glowed like the moon, and black hair down to the aforementioned concrete posteri-or? No was not just out of her vocabulary; it was a foreign concept. The kiss that came at her was brutal and she wanted it that way, Wrath’s tongue thrusting into her as he shoved her backward through the open doorway of their secret hideaway. Slam! Best sound in the world. Well, okay, second-¬best—¬number one being what her man made when he came inside of her. At the mere thought of it, her core opened even further. “Oh, fuck,” he said into her mouth as one of his hands slipped in between her thighs. “I want this—yeah . . . are you wet for me, leelan.” Not a question. Because he knew the answer, didn’t he. “I can smell you,” he groaned against her ear as he ran his fangs up her throat. “The most beautiful thing in the world—¬except for your taste.” That gravel in his voice, the straining in his hips, that hard length pressing into
