The King (Black Dagger Brotherhood Series #12)

The King (Black Dagger Brotherhood Series #12)

by J. R. Ward

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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?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780451417060
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 08/26/2014
Series: Black Dagger Brotherhood Series , #12
Pages: 640
Sales rank: 33,627
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 6.60(h) x 1.60(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

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.

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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.


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 her—¬she orgasmed right then and there.

“Fuck me, we need to do this more,” he gritted as she ground herself against his hand, working her hips. “Why the fuck haven’t we come down here every night?”

The thought of the mess that waited for them back in Caldwell drained some of the heat out of her. But then he started massaging her with his fingers, working the seam of her jeans against her most sensitive place while his tongue probed her mouth the way he did when he was . . . um, yeah.

Gee whiz, what do you know, surprise, surprise—¬everything about his being King and the assassination attempt and the Band of Bastards just floated away.

He was right. Why the hell didn’t they make time for this slice of heaven on a regular basis?

Giving herself up to the sex, her hands tangled in his waist-¬length hair, its softness at odds with the harshness of his face, the strength in his incredible body, that iron core of his will. She’d never been one of those silly chippies who dreamed about a Prince Charming or a fairy-¬tale wedding or any of that Disney musical bullcrap. But even for someone who had had no illusions and no intention of ever signing a marriage certificate, there was no way she would have pictured herself with Wrath, son of Wrath, King of a race that as far as she had known back then was nothing more than a Halloween myth.

Yet here she was, head over heels with a straight-¬up killer who had a trucker’s vocabulary, a royal bloodline as long as his arm, and enough attitude to make Kanye West look like a self-¬esteem reject.

Okay, he wasn’t quite that egocentric—¬although, yup, he probably would cut Taylor Swift off in a heartbeat, but that was because rap and hip-¬hop were his music of choice and not ’cuz he was being a hater.

Bottom line, her hellren was a his-¬way-¬or-¬no-¬way kind of guy, and the throne he sat on meant that personality defect was embraced on bended knee as the law of the land.

Talk about a perfect storm. The good news? She was the sole exception, the only person who could talk sense into him when he really got his hackles up. It was like that with all of the Brothers and their mates: Members of the Black Dagger Brotherhood, the race’s elite group of fighters and meatheads, were not known for being easygoing. Then again, you didn’t want pussies on the front line of any war, especially when the bad guys were of the ilk of the Lessening Society.

And those goddamned Bastards.

“I’m not going to make it to the bed,” Wrath moaned. “I gotta be in you now.”

“So take me on the floor.” She sucked on his lower lip. “You know how to do that, don’t you?”

More growling, and a big shift in the planet’s orientation as she was popped off the ground and laid out on all that polished wood. The loft that Wrath had once used as a bachelor pad was right out of central casting: It had a cathedral ceiling, an empty warehouse’s decor, and the matte black paint job of an Uzi. It was nothing like the Brotherhood mansion where they lived, and that was the point.

As beautiful as that place was, all the gold leaf and crystal chande-liers and antique furniture could get a little stifling—


With that happy noise, she lost another outfit in her wardrobe—¬and wasn’t Wrath proud of himself: Flashing fangs long as daggers and white as the driven snow, he proceeded to turn her silk button-¬down into a Swiffer, shredding the thing off her naked breasts, buttons flying everywhere.

“Now, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.” Wrath tore off his wraparounds and smiled, exposing his dental hardware. “Nothing in the way . . .”

Looming over her, he latched onto her nipple while his hands went to the waistband of her black jeans. All things considered, he was pretty polite as he unhooked the catch and unzipped, but she knew what was coming. . . .

With a violent jerk, he laid waste to what had been a two-¬week-¬old pair of Levi’s.

She didn’t care. Neither did he.

Oh, God, she needed this.

“You’re right, it’s been way too long,” she hissed as he went after his own fly, popping the buttons free, unleashing an erection that still man-aged to take her breath away.

“I’m sorry,” he bit out as he grabbed her behind the neck and mount-ed her.

As she opened her thighs wide for him, she knew exactly why he was apologizing. “Don’t be—¬Jesus!”

The blazing possession was exactly what she wanted—¬and so was the rough ride he gave her, his heavy weight crushing her, her bare ass squeaking against the floor as he pounded into her, her legs straining to link around so he could go even deeper. It was total domination, his great body pistoning in an erotic pump that got ever faster and more intense.

But as good as it was, she knew how to take things to the next level. “Aren’t you thirsty yet?” she drawled.

Total. Molecular. Stoppage.

Like he’d been hit with an ice ray. Or maybe a truck.

As he lifted his head, his eyes lit up so brightly, she knew if she looked on the floor next to her, she’d see her own shadow.

Digging into his shoulders with her nails, she arched up to him and cocked her head to the side. “How about something to drink?”

His lips curled off his fangs and he let out a cobra’s hiss.

The bite was like being stabbed, but the pain faded into a sweet delirium that carried her to another dimension. Floating and grounded at the same time, she moaned and pushed her fingers into his hair, yanking him even closer as he sucked at her throat and thrust into her sex.

She orgasmed—¬and so did he.


God, after a dry spell of how long? At least a month—¬which was unheard of for them—¬she realized how much they both had to have this. Too much static from all the demands around them. Too much stress polluting the hours. Too much toxic crap they didn’t have time to process with each other.

Like, after he’d been shot in the neck, had they really talked about it? Sure, there had been the OMG, you’re alive, you made it stuff . . . but she was still flinching every time a doggen opened a bottle of wine in the dining room or the Brothers played pool after hours.

Who knew that a cue ball smacking into a rack sounded exactly like a gun going off?

She hadn’t. Not until Xcor had decided to put a bullet into Wrath’s jugular.

Hardly the kind of education she’d been looking for—

For no good reason, tears flooded her eyes and broke free, tangling in her lashes and seeping down her cheeks even as another round of pleasure flooded her body.

And then the image of Wrath’s gunshot wound billboarded her vi-sion.

Red blood on the bulletproof vest he’d worn. Red blood on his muscle shirt. Red blood on his skin.

The dangerous times come home, the ugliness of reality no longer a hypothetical bogeyman in her mental closet, but a scream in her soul.

Red was the color of death to her.

Wrath froze for a second time and jerked his head up. “Leelan?”

Opening her eyes, she had a sudden panic that she couldn’t see him right, that that face she looked for in every room no matter the hour was gone, that that visual confirmation of his life wasn’t going to be there for the taking anymore.

Except all she had to do was blink. Blink, blink, blink . . . and he was back with her, clear as day.

And that made her cry more. Because her strong, beloved man was blind—¬and though that didn’t make him handicapped in her opinion, it did cheat him out of some fundamentals, and that just wasn’t fair.

“Oh, fuck, I hurt you—”

“No, no . . .” She took his face in her hands. “Don’t stop.”

“I should have gone over to the bed—”

The sure way to get him refocused was to arch under him, and she did, undulating and rolling her hips so that her core stroked him. And Hello, big boy, the friction registered, rendering him tongue-¬tied and torn.

“Don’t stop,” she reiterated, trying to draw him back down to her vein. “Ever . . .”

But Wrath held off, stroking a piece of hair away from her face. “Don’t think like that.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

There was no reason to define what “like that” meant: Treasonous plots. Wrath at that ornate desk, strangled by his position. The future unknown and not in a good way.

“I’m goin’ nowhere, leelan. You don’t worry about a goddamn thing. Understand me?”

Beth wanted to believe him. Needed to. But she feared it was a promise far harder to keep than speak.


“Make love to me.” It was the only truth she could put out there that wouldn’t burst the bubble. “Please.”

He kissed her once. Twice. And then started to move again. “Always, leelan. Always.”

Best. Night. Ever.

As Wrath pushed himself off of his shellan an hour later, he couldn’t breathe, he was bleeding at the throat, and his Man of Steel cock had finally gone wet-¬noodle.

Although knowing the damn thing’s stamina? He had five, maybe ten minutes before Mr. Happy got to grinnin’ again.

The big bed in the center of the loft’s vast space had been upgraded since his Beth had mated him, and as he stretched out on his back, he had to admit that having sex on the thing was so much better than doing it on the floor. That said, as he recovered, its sheets were unnecessary as he could have fried an egg on his chest from the exertion. Blankets were an absolute hell-¬no. Pillows had been lost quickly because there was no headboard, but the advantage was leverage from any compass point.

Sometimes he liked to put a foot down and really dig in.

Beth let out a sigh that was longer and more satisfying than a Shakespearian sonnet—¬and talk about a hell-¬yeah? Wrath’s chest inflated like a hot-¬air balloon.

“I do you okay?” he drawled.

“God. Yes.”

More with the smiling. It was The Mask all over again, nothing but Jim Carrey, Pepsodent white over here. And she was right: The sex had been beyond fantastic. He’d fucked her across the floor until they were in range of the mattress. Then, like the gentlemale he was, he’d put her on the bed . . . and had her another three times. Four?

He could do this all night—

Sure as an eclipse could wipe out the moon, his cosmic relaxation disappeared and took all warmth with it.

There was no all night for him anymore. Not when it came to kickin’ it with his female.


“I’m right here, leelan,” he murmured.

As she rolled onto her side, he could feel her staring at him, and even though his vision had finally given up the ghost and conked out on him entirely, he could picture her long, thick black hair and her blue eyes and her beautiful face.

“You’re not.”

“I’m fine.”

Shit, what time was it? Had it been longer than the hour it had felt like? Probably. When it came to the grind with Beth, he could lose moth-erfucking days.

“It’s after one,” she said softly.

“Fuck me.”

“Would it help to talk? Wrath . . . can you tell me where you’re at?”

Ah, hell, she was right. He had been checking out a lot lately, retreat-ing to a place in his mind where the chaos couldn’t get to him—¬not a bad thing, but it was a solo trip.

“Just not ready to go back to work.”

“I don’t blame you.” She found his mouth and brushed her lips against his. “Can we stay a little longer?”

“Yeah.” But not long enough . . .

A subtle alarm sounded on his wrist.

“Goddamn it.” Putting his forearm across his face, he shook his head. “Time flies, huh.”

And responsibilities waited for him. He had petitions to review. Proc-lamations to draft. And e-¬mails in his inbox, those fucking e-¬mails that the glymera pulled out of their asses on a nightly basis . . . although those had been drying up lately—¬probably a sign that that bunch of fruit loops were talking among themselves. Not good news.

Wrath cursed again. “I don’t know how my father did this. Night after night. Year after year.”

Only to be killed brutally too young.

At least when the elder Wrath had been on his throne, things had been stable: His citizenry had loved him and he had loved them. No treasonous plots cooking in back rooms. The enemy had been from without, not within.

“I’m so sorry,” Beth said. “Are you sure there aren’t some things you can put off?”

Wrath sat up, brushing his long hair back. As he stared off ahead, seeing nothing, he wanted to be out fighting.

Not an option. In fact, the only thing on his dance card was going back to Caldie and rechaining himself to that desk. His fate had been sealed many, many years ago, when his mother had gone into her needing, and his father had done what a hellren should . . . and against all odds, the heir had been conceived, and birthed, and then nurtured long enough so he could see both of them killed by lessers right in front of his still-¬functional, pretrans eyes.

Crystal clear, the memories were.

It hadn’t been until after his change when the ocular defect had begun to manifest itself. But that weakness was, like the throne, part of his hereditary due. The Scribe Virgin had had a prescribed breeding plan, one that had amplified the most desirable traits in males and females and created a caste-¬like system of social hierarchy. Good plan, up to a point. As usual with shit like Mother Nature, the law of unintended consequences had decided to slap a bitch—¬and that was how this King with his “perfect” lineage had ended up blind.

Frustrated, he jacked out of bed—¬and naturally hit one of those pil-lows instead of the floor. As his foot flipped out from underneath him and his balance went carnival funhouse, he threw out hands to catch himself, but didn’t know where he was in space—

Wrath slammed into the floor, the pain exploding on his left side, but that wasn’t the worst part. He could hear Beth scrambling through the messed-up sheets to get to him.

“No!” he barked, shoving himself out of her range. “I got it.”

As his voice ricocheted around the open space of the loft, he wanted to put his head through a plate-¬glass window. “Sorry,” he muttered, yanking his hair back.

“It’s okay.”

“I didn’t mean to bite your head off.”

“You’ve been under a lot of stress. It happens.”

Christ, like they were talking about him going soft during sex?

God, when he’d started in with the King shit, he’d done that internal-¬resolution bullcrap and made a commitment to rock that crown, be a standup guy, step into his daddy’s boots, blah, blah, blah. But the unfor-tunate reality was, this was a marathon that was going to last his entire breathing life—¬and he was flagging after only two years. Three. However long it had been.

What the hell year was it anyway?

Shit knew he’d always had a short fuse, but being locked in the mid-night of his blindness with nothing except demands he didn’t jones over was making him volcanic.

No, wait, that was a little more temperate than where he was at—¬and the underlying issue was his personality. Fighting was his first and best calling, not ruling from a chair.

The father had been a male of the pen; the son was of the sword.


“Sorry, what?”

“I asked if you wanted something to eat before we leave.”

He pictured going back to the mansion, doggen everywhere, Brothers in and out, shellans all around . . . and felt like he couldn’t breathe. He loved them all, but goddamn, there was no privacy there.

“Thanks, but I’ll just catch something at my desk.”

There was a long silence. “All right.”

Wrath stayed on the floor as she got dressed, the soft shifting of her jeans going up those long, luscious legs like a funeral dirge.

“Is it okay to wear your muscle shirt?” she asked. “My blouse is done for.”

“Yeah. Abso.”

Her sadness smelled like autumn rain and felt just as cold in the air to him.

Man, to think there were people out there who wanted to be King, he thought as he got to his feet.

Fucking. Crazy.

If it weren’t for his father’s legacy, and all those vampires who had truly, deeply loved his sire, he would have blown it all off and not looked back. But pulling out? He couldn’t do that. His father had been a King for the history books, a male who had not just commanded authority by virtue of the throne he sat on, but had inspired honest devotion.

Wrath lost the crown? He might as well piss all over his sire’s grave.

When his shellan’s palm slid into his own, he jumped. “Here are your clothes,” she said, putting them into his hands. “And I have your wraparounds.”

With a quick shift, he pulled her against him, holding her to his naked body. She was a tall female, but even so she barely came up to his pecs, and as he closed his eyes, he curled himself around her.

“I want you to know something,” he said into her hair.

As she went still, he tried to pull something worth hearing out of his ass. Some string of words that were even in the same zip code as what was doing in his chest.

“What,” she whispered.

“You are everything to me.”

It was so incredibly, totally not enough—¬and yet she sighed and melted into him like that was all she’d wanted to hear. And a bag of chips.

Sometimes you got lucky.

And as he continued to hold her, he knew he’d do well to remember that. As long as he had this female by his side?

He could get through anything.


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Arch_Angel More than 1 year ago
This is probably one of the hardest reviews I have ever written. So where to start? I suppose I should begin by admitting that I have not counted down the weeks for the last month before release of the last few BDB books as I did in the beginning.  Why? Because I personally felt that the author had lost the passion shown for her characters in the earlier stories.  So with that in mind, and knowing that it was because of DARK LOVER that my love affair began with the BDB, I was both anxious and wary of the release of THE KING. That said; the BDB books have always had more than one story happening in each book; however the primary storyline has always been the featured couple. Well it was in the first 7 books anyway. But I felt that after LOVER AVENGED, the books became busier, with a lot going on, yet less focus on the hero and heroine, so to speak. So, if you’re expecting a story that is primarily about Wrath and Beth, it isn’t. The title actually relates to the former and the current Wrath, as well as the obligatory parallel stories we’ve come to expect.  In THE KING this is even more prevalent, as these parallel stories have a powerful flavor of their own, but as usual no defined resolution. The book is monumental read of 573 pages; so is it impressive? Yes it is; and in all honesty, I closed the book believing that J.R.Ward could quite easily never write another BDB novel as it ended, as you would expect a series to close. Some will think I’m harsh not to give this book a 5 Star rating, but hey, I’m just one reader, and previous disappointments in this series have left me more judgmental; however THE KING will be a bestseller, there is no doubt.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I wish I could give this a five star I really do, its just I can't. I've read all the BDB books and with this one is felt like I had to force myself into reading it. The only thing that actually got me throw this was getting the little crumbs about the other 'newer' romances plots. These are my feelings alone, I was just disappointed Id rather reread all the other books then actually reading this one..
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I remember when I first discovered this series. I fell in love! Sadly, the last few books did not meet my expectations. I feel like in this book there were too many side stories going on and Beth and Wrath did not have the spotlight. I bought the book because of them, not for new characters.
neversurpassed More than 1 year ago
This will be my last BDB book. I'm so irritated how JR Ward changed her writing style. Introducing new love stories and made Wrath's and Beth's story an after thought.  She had to hurry towards the end to get their story out. It was rushed and a huge disappointment
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Way to many Character stories. This was more like a cluster of novellas.
Zarabee More than 1 year ago
I agree with another reviewer that this book seemed that is was written last minute and has a lot of uneeded fluff to fill pages. The last one in the series, Lover At Last, was amazing and I was counting down the minutes until it appeared in my Nook library (after several calls to customer service after I also noticed that it was more expensive in the pre-order than when it released!). I was dying to read the Xcor/Layla story line that had developed in the last book, only to be given a small morsel! Too much time was placed on flashbacks of Wrath's parents that could have been cut down to a couple of pages and use those pages to fill out the other story lines going on. I found that I was more involved in the new storylines (that I didn't care about from the last books, except for Xcor/Layla) then in the Wrath/Beth, Wrath's parents storyline that dragged on and was honestly a bit boring mid-way through. I gave it three stars because I feel like a bonded mate that got aroused by the scent, but then they dematerialized on me. The only way the last chapters could have been more unfullfilling is if they were about Lessers (thank you for not wasting eink on them).
RedHM More than 1 year ago
Awful!  far too many plot lines going on here.  Writing style so different, it makes me wonder if JR Ward actually wrote this.  All of the current pop culture, name dropping references were just, well, irritating.  I have been a loyal fan of BDB but this book needed serious editing and I really hated what was done with it.  Big question, if Wrath is the last full blooded vampire, how is it a valid excuse to depose him because his wife is a half breed & his offspring would be as well?  Wouldn't ANY of his children be of mixed blood?  Seems like this rather important detail was ignored.  I'm really angry about this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
First, i absolutely love the stories of Wrath and Beth. I am in love with Wrath and highly envious, yet intrigued, by Beth. I have been waiting on edge for this release. Anxious. Hugh fan. Now the nitty gritty with **SPOILER ALERT** I wanted a little more insight on John and Xhex. Didnt deliver. Z and Bella. Didnt deliver. Rhage and Mary. Didnt deliver. Butch and Marissa. Were they even mentioned? Kinda like what's happening with them now. You never get the real gist on John's seizures. We as readers know what they're about but it is never revealed. I love the clues that leads up to Beths outcome of her "sickness". But you dont quite get if Layla has had her baby. Nine months for Beth/18 months for Layla should have had both babies born around the same time. Umm? Actually, Im disappointed a Chosen would chose to have her body used in a way to help her King. The King himself and the Primale would have hung her out to dry to even think of such a thing and she knows it. Speaking of Chosen, where is the Scribe Virgin? Where are the fights with the Lessening Society? "There is no way Im letting my wife out without heavy backup..." Where is Butch? Where is Xhex? Dont get me wrong, love iAm, but the Queen could have had more of an army if Xhex was involved with protecting her mates sister who can also go out in daylight and can transport. There would have been no issue of the Queen undressing in front of a man who was not her mate/husband because Xhex was there and iAm could have stood guard outside. Whats the deal with Assail and Sola? Did that even have to play that much of a role in the novel if they were ending up where they did. Heartbreaking and who really cares, although Sola breaking out of the house was rather cool. Those were the cons. The biggest pro I can give is Wrath with Beth. From beginning to end, loved them. Adored the storyline, especially the back world of Wrath's father. Although, i would have loved to know more of the details leading to the assasination of the elder Wrath and mother. How did she know to hide her son? The spitting in the face of the Glymera? Beautiful! And a side note: George, Boo, and Fritz are just tooooo cute. All in all, it only took me 8 days to read this book because i worked 7. Probably would have finished it sooner-pesky jobs. But i find myself going back to some areas just to disappear into the Black Dagger Brotherhood a little longer. I feel like its the last novel, but really do hope it isn't. This book was rushed and there are way too many loose ends to tie up. Trust, i have read ALL of thr BDB novels. Final note, usually, i am annoyed with grammatical errors, but amazingly, i dealt with these. I only wish J.R. Ward would have had someone to proofread for her. I know my I's are not capped, but my errors are nothing but laziness and im not writing a book. Lolol
XXXOOOBookwormOOOXXX More than 1 year ago
I understand setting up the next book in the series and I love seeing some of the side stories. But in this one there was : Beth and Wrath, Layla and Xcor, Sola and Assail, Qhuinn and B (a tiny bit), Selena and Trez as well as flashbacks to his parents. All in all it was too many stories and not enough attention went to the main story. That being said if it weren't for the Layla/Xcor and many of the Selena/Trez sections I wouldn't have finished this book because I wanted to slap Beth for the majority of it. The side stories were all extremely engaging don't get me wrong, but in a 534 page book when you're spending over 50% on other characters it seems to me the main characters weren't the right "set" to focus on.This is NOT a stand alone book and really should be read in order. One of my favorite parts about how these books are written is that they're like a soap opera; while the book is always centered around a man couple (Wrath and Beth in this book), all of the other characters have leading roles as well, so that everyone's stories continue and not just the Leading Couple" Love it! The King is a great addition to an already addictive series that sucks you right in to the world of the Black Dagger Brotherhood and their mates. I cannot wait for the next book to be released, I never want this series to end!! 
SacKizzie More than 1 year ago
I'll be honest, it almost broke my heart to give this book three stars. To be truthful it felt like a betrayal. With the exception of the firs book, which I also did not love, this is my favorite series of books and I like so many others pre-ordered, and waited on baited breath for it's release. As always, Ms. Ward writing takes you to another world. The story-lines are...magical, the characters all feel like old friends or live long enemies. It was the same for The King the book simply lacked...something. It was not a boring read, not a bad read, it just missed some of the...heat and excitement of the others as if Ms. Ward had a deadline to meet and instead of writing from the heart she wrote from her head if that makes any sense. I do not want anyone reading this to not read the series, this is book twelve and I've read the first eleven twice, most of them three times and several of them more than that. I recently saw on Ms. Ward's facebook page that she would write this series until the story stopped coming to her and I hope they never do. I would read this series if it had a hundred books in it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Should have stuck with beth and wrath's story. Too many additional side plots muddied the water.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A lot of time of have your preorder book, you just need to reset. Or if its in your wishlist still showing preorder, if you go to the book in shop, it is available. I know it takes 1 extra step but the book can still be accessed. Leaving the author a low book review, simply because of a small, easily fixed technical issue, is STUPID!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
First and foremost I am always a huge BDB fan. I love the writing and think JR Ward captures her male characters exceptionally well. I enjoyed this book but alas I did not fall in love with it. I am always happy when she revisits the brothers however there were so many future stories being set up that I found it difficult to appreciate what was happening with Wrath and Beth. That's not to say that I'm not looking forward to reading how things will pan out for all of the others. It just seemed as though there were a lot of stories unfolding only to be ubruptly cut off to hastily jump ahead in time to wrap up the primary story all in about 20 pages. In the end I still enjoyed the book. I mean I'm already finished.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I paid for this in advance because I want to read it when it is released.  Everyone in the world is readinng it EXCEPT PEOPLE WHO HAVE A NOOK!  Get your at together Barnes & Noble.  I'm buying this from Amazon.     
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really loved the book. But with so many side stories I think it should have and could have been longer. Yes longer. I have read many books that are much longer. The Eragon series for instance. Then she could have told us more about the time between Beth finding out she was pregnanant and the birth. And more if them with the new baby. Instead if just telling us that she is a fantastic mother we could see into that more. The only interaction with Blay Quinn and Llayla was once in Layla's room, when the queen tries to apologize. So many things could have been made more clear. As for the flashbacks, I didn't mind those. Actually more would have been good. Like the time leading up to their slaughter and the hiding of Wrath etc. It was interesting to see how Wrath remembers it a lot different. It shows that his parents shielded him from so much. He thinks his father's rule was all perfect but it was not. I hope in the future that we get to actually see them raising the baby. The lessons they teach him and not just flashes like we get of Nala. I would not complain about more in depth stories. What about the up and coming soldiers and the training? A flash of Lash returning and what the lessers are planning would help too. So no, longer books would not bother me.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The Warden has done another wonderful job bringing characters we know and love to life. You will cry and laugh so hard you cry in parts. Can't wait for the next book!
ritzrita More than 1 year ago
I cannot believe that JR wrote this book.  The writing style is so different from the previous books.  Cannot stand how words were  STRETCHHHHHHHHH.  So unprofessional.  I have not even finished read as yet (only on chapter 7).  Was there a ghost writer.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I started reading this series and instantly fell in love with the characters. I actually re-read the series while waiting for The King to be released. The Brothers and their shellans, their stories are engaging. I devoured this book. The author always wraps up the main plot line, but leaves one wanting more with the other stories introduced. I really enjoyed this book and I enjoyed the new characters that were further explored. However, I miss the old characters. I like Trez and iAm, but I want to know what is going on with Butch and Marissa. Are they thinking about expanding their family? Rhage and Mary? How about interaction in between Rehvenge and his brother in law or how about interaction between Bella and Ehlena having a moment? How about all the shellans getting together and having a dinner and discussing their fears, concerns about their hellens, having children, and all of them living in the same house. I miss the characters - I like the new characters - but I want to know how the other ones are doing - they are why I fell in love with the series in the first place; I would like a novella concerning these couples just so I can stop wondering what is going on with them in the house. It is like they are on the fringes and I keep hoping that they are going to say something or have some role, but they are just in the room - no true interaction. I miss the Virgin Scribe- why I don't know - but where is she? DId the lack of belief make her nonexistent? Who is Xcor's father? Are we ever going to find out about Murhder? I would love to have background stories on Murdher, Torture, Agony orother Brothers-The foundation of the now present Brotherhood. Do we ever find out about Beth's mother - why won't Beth or JM go to Fritz to ask about their dad? He knew him and about Beth's existence. Surely he may have some information about Darius that would be of interest to his children. How about the other children that he lost? W I know that I am rambling but I want the answer to these questions and I don't know if I can wait years. This is an appeal - to the author, I have enjoyed your books thoroughly- please think about your first characters- please re- visit them. You don't have to give them a whole book just a chapter - or a novella. What about Lassiter? His story an past with Vishous- why do they do not get along? Sorry I just have a lot of questions about these characters that have completely enthralled me.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Writing style changed and some recent events mentioned made me think this book was put together at the last minute. I personally dont care that much for the other characters...would like to see more on janeen taylor, writing from beginning young in series to grandchildren and death of main couple.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Shame on Barnes and Noble!!!!! Release the book already!!!!!! Or I'm buying a kindle!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I actually put off reading this book because of some of the other reviews here and I didn't want to be disappointed . Wow, did I ever make a mistake doing that.. In my humble opinion this is the best BDB book Ms. Ward has written and that is saying something . I was hooked from the beginning, yes it had the previous Wrath in there but it was a perfect parallel to the current story of Beth and Wrath. Other readers said that it was too busy not enough about Beth and Wrath, it was absolute perfection, just the right amount it wouldn't have been nearly as good if there hadn't been the other bits and pieces tying it all together. I don't normally get super emotional about characters but this one had me in tears, happy and sad, throughout the entire book. J.R. you far exceeded my expectations and this fanatical romance reader gives you one hell of a standing ovation.
cloggiedownunder More than 1 year ago
The King is the 12th book in the popular Black Dagger Brotherhood series by American author, J.R. Ward. While the main plot concerns the King, Wrath, son of Wrath and his Queen, Beth, much of the narrative is also devoted to Assail and Sola Morte (Marisol), Wrath’s parents, Wrath and Anha, Shadow Trez and Selena, and Xcor and Layla. As well as the threat to his rule from the glymera and Xcor’s Band of Bastards, Wrath is trying to deal with Beth’s wish for a baby, something that he is against for several reasons. Sola Morte discovers another side to ruthless drug lord and cold-blooded killer Assail when he sets out rescue her. Shadow iAm’s character is expanded on with a few surprises. Trez finds that his plan to foil his destiny with the s’Hisbe backfires on him when he wants to get closer to Chosen Selena. And the pregnant Chosen Layla makes a secret deal with Xcor. Beth’s cat Boo takes a liking to a household member. A gutsy Sola Morte solves a security thumbprint dilemma with aplomb. The seventeenth century narrative about Wrath and Anha also elucidates the history of the association between the Brotherhood and the King. Lessers and the Band of Bastards make very few appearances in this installment and the noticeable lack of fights will certainly please some readers. A rather atypical member of the glymera who is (somewhat unfortunately) named Abalone (though he is not at all shellfish, sorry, selfish) is instrumental to a rather neat solution to the battle for Wrath’s leadership. This instalment has kidnapping, pregnancy with associated food cravings, birth, a traditional wedding, morning sickness, ultrasounds, a sedative dart, a poison chalice, an epileptic seizure, migraine, vengeance, sparring, a divorce, blackmail, and quite a lot of ice cream. There are a few twists in the plot and while some of the narrative strands are nicely tied up, there is plenty of scope for further novels in the series with several unresolved threads. As always, this is an addictive read and fans will look forward to the 13th book, The Shadows. 
Intrigued_by_Romance More than 1 year ago
What can I say.....I truely LOVED this book. It took my quite sometime to finish the was not because I didn't find it took awhile because of something we call work. I thought J.R. Ward did another Outstanding job! I have read all the Black Dagger Brotherhood books in the series and fell in love with all the characters throughout the years. I have grown to love them all except the lessioning society, but then again, without them, the stories may not be as equally intriguing. The King was Awesome. I found it hard to put the book down.....I found myself getting into the books so much; that I was staying up later to read one more chapter...then one more and as hours slipped by; you find yourself getting less sleep because you are held xaptive by the awesome story J.R. Ward just don't want to stop reading. As with all of the BDB books....J.R. Ward does an Outstanding job telling you as much as she can...painting a vivid explanation of everything that is happening. I have invested quite a bit of reading time in the series, and have become long time reading friends with the brothers; when the books are finished...I find it hard to read that last page knowing my time with the BDB is coming to an end for awhile. I would highly recommend "The King"! You will not be dissapointed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have been addicted to the BDB from the start and i enjoyed the King immensely. The only complaint i have would be out ended a bit abruptly after such a long book and so many stories it was just over! I get that only one story gets a final conclusion, that seems to be Ward's way to continue the series and build up the next story but even Beth and Wrath's story went from 60 to 0 in like 8 pages. But still it was an amazing read i couldn't put it down I can't wait for Trez and iam's story I hope for 2 books out of them cause I love em so much already! I want more ass kicking in theirs too! Read it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I still gave it 5 stars even though I felt the side stories were just filler and I ended up skipping through to get back to why i bought the book - Wrath and Beth! The BDB is fighting, rugged, sexual, and sardonic.. Where was the lessers? The adventure? I miss that. However... the LOVE connection and bonds, still kept me in love with the Brotherhood.