I would hold you up. I will ever hold you up and hold you dear, lover mine.
I’ve read a lot of paranormal romance and most of them have a similar feel. I like romance and BDB – Black Dagger Brotherhood seemed like a decent series and reading Dark Lover, the first book in the series, it seemed my assessment was correct. J.R. Ward’s writing style was good and the story was nice but I realised as I read the second novel that both her writing style and her story was improving. I still like Dark lover but as the series progressed, the plot kept expanding, and storyline kept getting better and better.
Lover Mine is the eighth book in the series, though John Matthew’s story started long before we reached this book. This is another thing I adore about J.R. ward’s writing style, she threads several stories into her books that continue alongside the main story and all add beautifully to the larger picture. I love that she continues the stories of characters whose books are already done, and shows us that relationships need work and compromises, and that everything is not a happily ever after just as soon as both the characters are done with the ‘I love you’s.
There is anguish; real, heartfelt anguish, and there are funny moments that make you actually startle you. Ever since John appeared, he’s been one of my favourite characters. I went through the parts containing John in the other books again before reading Lover Mine. There are two timelines, John’s and his father’s. It shows how Darius (John’s Father) met Tohrment and the fact that he was present at the birth of Xhex and loved her as his own child though he gave her away so she could have a normal life (and obviously that went well).
“Oh the wee one. Ill begotten, never to be forgotten, ever to have a piece of his heart.”
John’s life has been no joy ride (in any circumstances) but even so, Xhex was no better off (I think worse).
“She felt sorry for the female who had been driven to such straits. Who had kept herself apart from all emotions. The female had been born under a curse. The female had done evil and had evil done unto her. The female had hardened herself, her mind and her emotions becoming steel. The female had been wrong about that locking down, that selfcontainment. It was not a case of strength, as she had always told herself. It was strictly survival . . . and she simply couldn’t keep it up any longer.”