Review - Showcase - Prisoner of Night by J.R. Ward a novel set in the world of The Black Dagger Brotherhood

Welcome to my stop on the Prisoner of Night release week blog tour!
There are a few authors who I auto order, there are some that I auto read but when it comes to the Warden this is the only author I pre-order all the available editions because I cannot get enough of JR Ward. 
Prisoner of Night is a full length digital only novel set in the world of the Black Dagger Brotherhood, it's not technically a brother novel because doesn't star any characters in the BDB series and  I've seen some reviews where they rant because of this but this fan LOVED it and if you're a fan of this series I think you'll love it too. And it's a steal at $5.99!!
Enjoy!

E-ISBN: 9781501195174
Publisher: Simon & Schuster/Gallery Books
Release Date: 1-7- 2019
Length: 310pp
Source: Publisher for review
Buy It: Amazon/B&N/Kobo

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Overview:

From #1 New York Times bestselling author J.R. Ward comes an unforgettable story of passion and vengeance in the Black Dagger Brotherhood world.When Ahmare’s brother is abducted, there is nothing she won’t do to get him back safely. She is unprepared, however, for the lengths she will have to go to save his life. Paired with a dangerous but enticing prisoner, she embarks on an odyssey into another world.

Duran, betrayed by his father, imprisoned in a dungeon for decades, has survived only because of his thirst for vengeance. He has been biding his time to escape and is shocked to find an unlikely and temporary freedom in the form of a determined young female.

Battling against deadly forces and facing unforeseen peril, the pair are in a race to save Ahmare’s brother. As time runs out, and the unthinkable looms, even true love may not be enough to carry them through.

 excerpt provided by the publisher:

Twenty-One Years, Three Months, Six Days Ago . .

“Where is it! Goddamn you, where’s it at!”

Duran spit blood out of his mouth and spoke over the ringing in his ears. “I’ll never tell you—”

Chalen the Conqueror swung his open palm again, nailing Duran’s lacerated face like a bat hitting a fastball. But it didn’t hurt as much as the other shit they’d been doing to him in this castle’s great room. They’d already pulled out his fingernails, broken all of his toes, and whipped his back until strips of his own flesh flapped against his ribs. At the moment, he didn’t have the strength to keep himself on his feet, but no worries there—two guards, with grips locked under his pits, were holding him up off the floor.

           

As his head flopped back into its lolling hang, he shook it to get the sweat and blood out of his eyes. In the hissing, kicking light of the hearth, the male in front of him was stocky of build and ugly of feature, an oak stump with a bulldog’s muzzle and a hungry bear’s bad fucking attitude.

           

“You are going to tell me the location.” Chalen took Duran by the throat with one of his meat hands. “And you’re going to do it now.”

           

“Sorry, not . . . a big talker—”

            The conqueror grabbed onto the lower half of Duran’s face, squeezing so hard his jaw split and the inside of his mouth was forced between the hard-and-sharp of his molars. More blood welled, spilled, fell on his bare chest.

            “Why are you protecting the male who put you here?” Chalen’s opaque eyes searched Duran’s expression as if he were trying to extrapolate a map of Maryland in the features. “All you need to do is tell me where that facility is.”

            Duran waited for that grip to release. When it did, he spit more blood out. “I’m not . . . protecting him.”

            “Then what are you doing?”

            “Making sure you don’t cheat me of what’s mine.” Duran smiled, aware he must look deranged. “You kill him . . . I don’t get to.”

            Chalen crossed his strong-man arms over his barrel chest. He was dressed in weapons, whatever clothes he had on underneath the holsters of guns and knives largely hidden by metal. No daggers, though. He’d never been Black Dagger Brotherhood material and not just because he was a mutt according to his lineage: Even among black market thieves, there was a code of conduct.

            Not for Chalen. He had no code. Not in the Old Country, and not during his last century here in the New World.

There was only one male who was worse.

“I will break you,” Chalen said in a low voice. “And I will enjoy it.”

Duran laughed in a wheeze. “You have no idea what I’ve already been through—”

Chalen swung that palm wide again, the crack so heavy Duran lost his vision, everything going checkerboard. And then there was a drop in blood pressure, his brain emptying of oxygen, floaty disassociation riding in, a foggy savior buffering the suffering.

The sound of chains moving and gears shifting brought him back to reality. A section of the sweaty stone wall rose by inches, the great weight ascending like a gate, revealing a corridor . . .

Revealing a male who was naked but for a black hood that covered his head.

“I will make you pray for death,” Chalen said. “And when you give me what I need, you will think back to this moment. When you could have saved yourself from so much.”

Duran exhaled in a gurgle. His body was on fire, the pain burning through his veins, turning him into a semi-living, kind-of-breathing, sort-of-conscious incubator for agony.

But fuck Chalen.

“Do what you will,” he mumbled. “I’m not going to give you a goddamn thing.”

“I will make you wish you were never born.”

As the hooded male came forward, Duran was dragged over and slammed face-first down onto a table, his torso bent parallel to the floor. Turning his face to the side, he smelled the spoiled meat and rancid fat embedded in the fibers of the planks.

“Already there, asshole.”

My Review:

Prisoner of Night
JR Ward

Ward takes a break from her beloved Black Dagger Brotherhood and Legacy series with a BDB side story giving fans a rare look into the lives of four civilians a brother and sister who lost their parents in the raids and two victims of a Vampire only Jonestownesque cult who find each other amidst the rubble of their tortured and shattered lives.

The author pulls on heartstrings while letting her stars get plenty sweaty and bloody full of rage bent on revenge that’s more than deserved and introduces readers to some super scary under the bed nightmarish villains.  

The dialogue is iconic BDB Ward all in your face take no prisoner, kick-butt and tough as nails. The storyline is non-stop action packed and moves at warp speed is intense and stars two of the most memorable Vampires ever assembled and two costars that are not easily forgotten. If you’re a fan of the BDB series this is a no brainer and while a new reader would be totally lost fans would be able to read this out of order.

Summary:
Ahmare blooded daughter of Ahmat lost her parents during the raids and she’s bound and determined not to lose her younger brother Ahlan from a warlord’s dungeon even if It’s his own fault he’s there. But when she delivers what she thought was the bargain to gain her brothers freedom she’s told she needs to retrieve the warlord, Chalen’s beloved, then and only then will her brother be freed. And to help her retrieve this treasure she’s been given a weapon, only this weapon isn’t a gun, a knife or a sword. No this weapon is a male and if she’s correct another one of Chalen’s prisoners.

When Duran is unexpectedly released from Chalen’s dungeon where he’s spent the last two decades of his life by the beautiful female, his only thought is how to get away to enact the revenge on the male who imprisoned him, the male who was the ultimate cause of his mahmen’s death, the male who ruled and ruined his young life, his sire. But the more time he spends in this fascinating females presence the more important she becomes to him, the more he wants to protect her and keep her safe. Maybe even forever.

Photograph © Jan Cobb

J.R. Ward is the author of more than thirty novels, including those in her #1 New York Times bestselling Black Dagger Brotherhood series. There are more than fifteen million copies of her novels in print worldwide, and they have been published in twenty-six different countries around the world. She lives in the South with her family.