The Warden (J.R. Ward) has been releasing teasers and excerpts from Lover at Last all week on her Facebook Page and they are AH-MAH-ZING! I’d tell you that I cannot wait, but I’ve only said that about a thousand times now!
So, to catch you up, here is all the excerpts and teasers that have been released thus far and I will but updating with more as they become available!
You can pre-order Lover At Last so you get is ASAP once it is released! Keep in mind that all page references quoted below are from the galleys and my not accurately reflect the pages on which the printed or ebook.
“Is this real?” he mumbled. John looked momentarily confuzzled.
It had to be real, Qhuinn thought. Because the Honor Guard had come to him in the summer, and the air he was inhaling was cold.
Are you okay? John mouthed as he signed.
Shoving his hand into the snowy ground, Qhuinn pushed as hard as he could. When he didn’t budge more than an inch or two, he let that speak for itself . . . and passed the f**k out.
-J.R. Ward, Lover at Last, pg. 20
Blay leaned in, his upper lip peeling back from his fangs.
“Just so we’re clear, your cousin is giving me what I need. All day long. Every day. You and me?” He motioned back and forth between them with the cigarette.
“We work together. That’s it. So I want you to do us both a favor before you think I ‘need’ to know something. Ask yourself, ‘If I were flipping burgers at McDonald’s, would I be telling the f**king fry guy this?’ If the answer is no, then shut the hell up.”
-J.R. Ward, Lover at Last, pg. 43
She was a hunter. And the man in that house, whoever he was, was her prey.
-J.R. Ward, Lover at Last, pg. 68
Qhuinn froze. On the other side of the blue mats, Blay was on the machine closest to the door, sittting as still as the weights he was not lifting. The expression on his face was volcanic. But he wasn’t mad. No, he wasn’t. He had a h**d-on big enough to see from across the room. Maybe across the state…
-J.R. Ward, Lover at Last, pg. 73
“Your sex life is out of control. (…) You’re not behaving in a professional manner.”
“You eat your own food at Sal’s.”
“My linguine with clam sauce doesn’t require a restraining order
when I decide the next night I want the Fra Diavolo.”
-J.R. Ward, Lover at Last, pg. 84
The scream carried all the way across the glowing blue lawn as, up
at the terrace, a lone figure shot out into the snow at a dead run.
Lots of people shouted back at Bella, but he doubted she heard a
As she skidded into range, Blay immediately reached for her- (…) (A)nd, oh, God, he was never going to forget the expression on her face— it was more horrific than any war atrocity he’d ever seen, as if she were being flayed alive, sure as her arms and legs were strapped down and pieces of her very flesh were being peeled from her body…
-J.R. Ward, Lover at Last, pg 152
“So be it,” Wrath murmured.
“Eight’s a good number. A lucky number.” That low growl of agreement rippled through the air once again, the sound one of complete and utter solidarity. This was the future, Wrath thought as he smiled and bared his fangs. And it was right.
-J.R. Ward, Lover at Last, pg. 165
In the silence that followed, violent anger hit Blay from out of nowhere. Now his hands shook for a different reason.
“So,” Saxton said hoarsely. “How was your night?”
“What the hell happened down there?” Saxton loosened his tie. Unbuttoned his collar. Took yet another
“Family tiff, as it were.”
Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. “Must we do this?”
“I think you and Qhuinn need to talk. And once you do, I won’t have to worry about being jumped like a felon again.”
“He and I have nothing to say to each other—”
“With all due respect, the ligature marks around my neck would suggest otherwise.”
-J.R. Ward, Lover at Last, pg. 188
Layla opened her mouth to shout. Tried to reach for her savior. Strained against her body’s still-glowing deadweight. But there was naught else she could do.The last thing that registered before she lost consciousness was her concern for the other female. And then all went dark.
-J.R. Ward, Lover at Last, pg. 316
God . . . his eyes . . . they were moonlight and shadow intertwined, an impossible color somewhere between silver and violet and navy pale blue.
“Just so you know . . .” he growled, “you will give yourself to me—”
“But you will beg me for it, first.”
She jutted forward on her hips, her temper blowing all her let’s-be-reasonable right out of the water. “Over my dead body.”
“Sorry, not my to my taste.” He dropped his chin and stared at her from beneath lowered lids. “I prefer you hot . . . and XXX.”
-J.R. Ward, Lover at Last, page not cited
Qhuinn followed, bringing up the rear in case anyone decided to pull a hi-how’re-ya-
From out of thin air, Blay appeared, the male suited up in leather, and as heavily armed as the rest of them. Qhuinn’s feet slowed, then stopped in the snow, mostly because he didn’t want to trip and fall like an a**hole.
God, that was one grim motherf**ker, he thought as Blay started walking forward. Was there some trouble in paradise?
Even though there was no eye contact, Qhuinn felt compelled to say something. “What’s…”
He didn’t finish the “doing” part of the sentence. Why bother? The guy just stalked past him like he wasn’t there.
“I’m great,” Qhuinn muttered under his breath as he resumed trudging through the snow. “Doin’ awesome, thanks for asking- oh, you having probs with Saxton? Really? How’d you like to go out and get a drink and talk about it? Yeah? Perfect. I’ll be your after dinner mint-”
-J.R. Ward, Lover at Last, page not cited
Assail closed in and assumed control, taking the female’s face between his hands, tilting her head back, and kissing her hard. In response, she moaned, as if the unexpected advance was something she not only welcomed, but hadn’t dared expect…
-Lover at Last, pg. 344
Reassuming his form in a woodland area south and west of the compound, Qhuinn steeled himself against making any inferences about what had detained the guy— although the fact of the matter was, the fighter had gone up to his room and hadn’t come back. And whereas most accidents happened in the home, it was a good guess that he hadn’t had a slip-and-fall.Unless Saxton had been playing throw rug on the marble in their bathroom.
-Lover at Last, pg. 106
Leaning in, Assail dipped his chin and glared.
“I am not upset. Yet.”
One of Benloise’s hands surreptiously dipped out of sight. A split
second later, Assail heard the door down at the other end of the room open.
Keeping his voice low, Assail said, “This was a courtesy to you. The next time I find anyone on my property, whether you sent them or not, I shall not be even half so polite.”
With that, he got to his feet and ground the lit cigar out upon the desk.
“I bid you a fond good evening,” he said, before walking away.
-Lover at Last, pg. 104