It all started with the Black Dagger Brotherhood, which I discovered a couple of years ago, right around the time that the 6th book came out. I picked up the first one, recommended to me by a friend, did a lot of snorting at the ridiculous name spellings and gansta speak. And 80 pages in I couldn’t put it down. I literally locked the door to my office and READ my entire work day. And then I proceeded to sleep very little and tear through the first 6 in about three weeks. And to salivate for each of the next book, waiting for them to either come available at the library or in paperback (I just don’t BUY hardbacks).
And as soon as her Fallen Angel series started with Covet, I snagged and tore through that. Though different from the BDB, these books still have the same flavor. Now Crave is out. And I am struck again by how, despite the fact that Ward does a myriad of things that REALLY annoy me as a reader (WHY, for example, has an ancient and noble race of vampires evolved to talk like a bunch of ganstas? Why are they all fashion conscious metrosexuals? Why are their boots called shitkickers? Why to even the women use the same terminology, even when they haven’t been around long enough to pick it up? Why must she insert random extra letters into names? And how does Xcor get pronounced Core?), I keep coming back because I gotta have my fix.
This is proof that despite her quirks, Ward is a master storyteller. I LOVE HER CHARACTERS. I love these unapologetically dominant males who are so CAREFUL with their females, who careTAKE their females. Issac Rothe, the hero in Crave, is from Mississippi, is unwaveringly polite, religiously says “Ma’am,” is neat, clean, and takes off his muddy boots before coming into the heroine’s house. Dude, I didn’t have a prayer of not falling hard for this hero. And okay the fact that he’s cage fighting at the beginning was a turn on too. C’mon. You know I like the MMA thing if you’ve read Forsaken By Shadow.
So yeah, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta carve out some more time for my crack.