Monday, 2 May 2011

BDB Love on Manly Monday

 Last week was my love of Vikings, this week I am saving all my love for the BDB, or at least one in particular. Let's face it, we love them all but we do have our favourites, I know there are many V lovers out there and those who would love to obey every command Wrath gives them and I could go on and on through each of the brothers, however there is one who has held my fascination since the beginning and it is Rhage! Why? It is because he is not what he seems, perhaps he once was but he was punished for it and he has learned to deal with his demons, there is just something cheekily adorable about him and his sense of humour, that and his Godzilla collection! His book Lover Eternal is still my favourite and my favourite scene is the one with the cherries, but that is not the extract I am sharing with you today, it is where Mary first meets Rhage. If you haven't read it you must, if you have well read it again an growl with me. Raaaaaaaaawr!


 
Rhage felt like holy hell as he weaved down the corridor. Every time the beast came out of him and his vision headed off for a little vacation, his eyes took their own sweet time in getting back to work. The body didn't want to play, either, his legs and arms hanging like heavy weights off his torso, not exactly useless, but damn close. And his stomach was still off. The very idea of food made him nauseous. But he'd had it with being stuck in his room. Twelve hours flat on his back was enough wasted time. He was determined to get to the training center's gym, hop on a recumbent bike, and loosen himself up a little— He stopped, tensing. He couldn't see much, but he knew for sure he was
not alone in the hall. Whoever it was stood close beside him, to his left. And it was a stranger.


He spun around and yanked the figure out of a doorway, grabbing it by the throat, forcing the body into the opposite wall. Too late he realized it was a female, and the high-pitched gasp shamed him. He quickly eased up on his grip, but he did not let go. The slender neck under his palm was warm, soft. Her pulse was frantic, blood racing through the veins that came up from her heart. He leaned
down and drew a breath through his nose. Only to jerk back. Jesus Christ, she was a human. And she was sick, maybe dying. "Who are you?" he demanded. "How did you get in here?" There was no answer, just quick breathing. She was utterly terrified of him, the smell of her fear like wood smoke in his nose.

He softened his voice. "I'm not going to hurt you. But you don't belong here, and I want to know who you are."
Her throat undulated under his hand, as if she were swallowing "My name… my name is Mary. I'm here with a friend."
Rhage stopped breathing. His heart skipped a beat and then slowed. "Say that again," he whispered.
"Ah, my name is Mary Luce. I'm a friend of Bella's… We came here with a boy, with John Matthew. We were invited."
Rhage shivered, a balmy rush blooming out all over his skin. The musical lilt of her voice, the rhythm of her speech, the sound of her words, it all spread through him, calming him, comforting him. Chaining him sweetly. He closed his eyes. "Say something else."
"What?" she asked, baffled.
"Talk. Talk to me. I want to hear your voice again."
She was silent, and he was about to demand that she speak when she said, "You don't look well. Do you need a doctor?"
He found himself swaying. The words didn't matter. It was her sound: low, soft, a quiet brushing in his ears. He felt as if he were being stroked on the inside of his skin.
"More," he said, twisting his palm around to the front of her neck so he could feel the vibrations in her throat better.
"Could you… could you please let go of me?"
"No." He brought his other arm up. She was wearing some kind of fleece, and he moved the collar aside, putting his hand on her shoulder so she couldn't get away from him. 'Talk."
She started to struggle. "You're crowding me."
"I know. Talk."
"Oh, for God's sake, what do you want me to say?"
Even exasperated, her voice was beautiful. "Anything."
"Fine. Get your hand off my throat and let me go or I'm going to knee you where it counts."
He laughed. Then sank his lower body into her, trapping her with his thighs and hips. She stiffened against him, but he got an ample feel of her. She was built lean, though there was no doubt she was a female. Her breasts hit his chest, her hips cushioned his, her stomach was soft.
"Keep talking," he said in her ear. God, she smelled good. Clean. Fresh. Like lemon. When she pushed against him, he leaned his full weight into her. Her breath came out in a rush. "Please," he murmured.
Her chest moved against his as if she were inhaling. "I… er, I have nothing to say. Except get off of me."
He smiled, careful to keep his mouth closed. There was no sense showing off his fangs, especially if she didn't know what he was. "So say that."
"What?"
"Nothing. Say nothing. Over and over and over again. Do it" She bristled, the scent of fear replaced by a sharp spice, like fresh, pungent mint from a garden. She was annoyed now. "Say it," he commanded, needing to feel more of what she did to him.
"Fine. Nothing. Nothing." Abruptly she laughed, and the sound shot right through to his spine, burning him. "Nothing, nothing. No-thing. No-thing. Noooooothing. There, is that good enough for you? Will you let me go now?"
"No."
She fought against him again, creating a delicious friction between their bodies. And he knew the moment when her anxiety and irritation turned to something hot. He smelled her arousal, a lovely sweetening in the air, and his body answered her call.
He got hard as a diamond.
'Talk to me, Mary." He moved his hips in a slow circle against her, rubbing his erection on her belly, increasing his ache and her heat After a moment the tension eased out of her, softening her against the thrust of his muscles and his arousal. Her hands flattened on his waist. And then slowly slid around to the small of his back, as if she were unsure why she was responding to him the way she was.
He arched against her, to show his approval and encourage her to touch more of him. When her palms moved up his spine, he growled low in his throat and dropped his head down so his ear was closer to her mouth. He wanted to give her another word to say, something like luscious or whisper or strawberry.
Hell, antidisestablishmentarianism would do it.

From Lover Eternal by JR Ward available at all good book stockists


So ladies, who is your favourite BDB and why?

9 comments:

Victoria said...

More please :).

Clary said...

i love this scene. One of my faves is when mary tames his dragon. I love all the brothers especially Z. <3

Sparklybearsy said...

Ohhhhhh SWOON!! one of my fave scenes.

My fave? ALL OF THEM! *shuffles foot* i love each of the brothers for different reasons. Zs book tugs at my heart though. Vs book..RAWR! oh yeah!! And Wrath, i'll be his Dark lover!

Minx said...

@ Victoria maybe later *wink* who is your fave BDB brother?

@ Clary it is a great scene isn't it, I wanted to add more but it was so long, it just makes me all rawwwr inside. I ♥ Z too, and I love the scene between Z and Bella in Lover Eternal where the sexual tension is all electric!

@ Bear, I knew you would try and keep them all! LOL remember Rhage is mine ok

Artemis said...

My fav will always be Wrath because DARK LOVER is the very first romance book I ever read. I was stunned silly and fell in love. Next, yes, is Rhage. I love this scene. I knew I was needing to re-read!

Nixie said...

I too love all the BDB boys for their own reasons...however Rhage and even though he's not a brother, Manny are a couple faves. I seriously felt like I could fly when I finished reading Lover Unleashed last night I was so swoony lol

@Artemis I know what you mean when you have that special book. Night Pleasures by Sherrilyn Kenyon does that to me because I'd fallen hopelessly in love with the series. Plus it's a heart tugger.

Taylor V said...

Vishous, of course. Because he is powerful but keeps a tight leash on himself ... no pun intended hehe. Because he's loyal and very much in your face when needed. Because he's got awesome tattoos and likes to play with black hot wax and... yeah...

Evolet Yvaine @ BeefcakeandBabes said...

My favorites are Rhage (I think I creamed a little when I read this. I need to read his book again) and John Matthew.

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