A Warm Heart in Winter (Black Dagger Brotherhood #18.5) Read Online J.R. Ward

Categories Genre: Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors: Series: Black Dagger Brotherhood Series by J.R. Ward
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
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A Warm Heart in Winter (Black Dagger Brotherhood #18.5)

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

J.R. Ward

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
1982159707 (ISBN13: 9781982159702)
Book Information:

#1 New York Times bestselling author J.R. Ward is heating things up this winter with a holiday novel featuring some of her most iconic Black Dagger Brothers.
In this romantic and sexy addition to the #1 New York Times bestselling Black Dagger Brotherhood series, a beloved couple has everything arranged... until it all goes horribly wrong.
Blay and Qhuinn always intended to do a proper mating ceremony, but life has a way of getting in the way. With a pair of young, responsibilities to the King, and a grueling fighting schedule, the two are exhausted and overwhelmed. When Qhuinn gives his male the proposal of a lifetime, however, they are excited for their special night and more in love than ever.
Everyone in the Black Dagger Brotherhood’s mansion gets into the preparations, and the after party takes on epic- and immortal- proportions when Lassiter forms the Party Planning Committee. The celebrations promise to be all that the couple deserves... until a Nor’easter land locks Caldwell in a fierce storm, and things go from lighthearted to deadly dangerous.
Battling nature and responding to emergencies, Blay and Qhuinn get separated, and when a catastrophic chain of events puts one of their lives in jeopardy, the night they had so looked forward could mean the end of everything...
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Chapter One

Enrique

I walk out of the hotel and glance around, shading my eyes against the midday sun before I slip my sunglasses on. It’s been a fantastic morning landing a big new deal, and I’m riding the high. I’ve decided to take the afternoon off, and after getting a bite to eat, I’ll head home to relax until tonight’s dinner meeting.

It’s a beautiful day. Madrid has always been my home, but even so, I can appreciate the moments of beauty in its streets, the sun shining from glass windows in modern structures, the crumbling old architecture of the old city, the quaint streets. I slip down a side road away from the main shopping streets and wander a route I know well, heading towards some lesser-known hidden gems of my city where I know I can get a delicious lunch without it being too busy.

It’s as I’m turning down the right street that I see her. A perfect ten body, all curves in all the right places, a large chest, and a voluptuous ass to match. From behind at first, she catches my attention, that ass concealed below a white tennis dress that clings to her, shining bright in the sunlight. She turns around and I get a full look at her, slowing my steps I pretend to glance at the menu of the first place next to me so I can watch her through my sunglasses.

It’s not often a woman has this kind of effect on me. I’ve been single a long time, and that’s how I like it, keeping my focus on work, keeping my business running. But, damn. This girl, with her long blonde hair swinging straight over her shoulders, her pretty face hidden behind huge sunglasses – I can’t help but stop and stare. I just hope I’m not being too obvious.

As I watch her, I realize that she must be lost. She keeps glancing down at her phone, likely checking a map, and turning in a circle. I think about helping her out, getting my hands on that round ass through a series of improbable but lucky encounters across the city. Like we’re starring in our own rom-com.

I can’t help it. I step forward, calling out to her.

“Excuse me, señorita?” I ask. I take a guess that she probably speaks English, judging by the American brands she’s wearing and her confusion. “You need help? You look a little lost.”

She sees me and pulls down her sunglasses, her face full of surprise. “Are… are you Enrique?”

I stop in my tracks. Not because she knows my name, and that might be strange. But because it isn’t weird at all. At the same moment, I recognize her too. She’s older than I remember, and her full figure mouthwateringly womanly. In the time since I last saw her, she’s grown into a woman.

But it’s her, alright. Lily. The daughter of my best friend from when I lived in the States before I came back home to run the family business.

And even knowing who she is, I can’t deny the flash of heat I feel when I see her face, put together the whole picture.

I want her. I want to make her mine.

And that might be a problem.

Chapter Two

Lily

I can’t believe what I’m seeing in front of me. At first, I thought that recognizing his voice might be wishful thinking, but then I saw his face. And I knew. He’s the same man that I remember from years ago, when I was just a young teenager, waving goodbye with my Dad at his going away party.

I remember having a crush on him even back then – I thought of him as Daddy’s handsome friend. But the years don’t seem to have aged him at all.

“Are… are you Enrique?” I ask because it’s just too strange. It can’t possibly be him, can it?

“… Lily?” His response is all the confirmation I need. His jaw hangs open for a moment, and I can sense that he’s just as shocked by our chance meeting as I am.

“I can’t believe it’s you,” I breathe, taking him in. He’s dressed in a black suit and white shirt with a dark blue tie, relaxed a little at the collar, his top button undone. Like he’s just coming from work or something. The suit clings to his tall frame and easily illustrates the muscles in his arms and legs that are hidden under the fabric. He looks fit and healthy, and almost as young as he did the last time I saw him.

But that can’t be right – if I remember correctly, he’s around the same age as my Dad. Even if he’s a little younger, he has to be at least forty. But he looks amazing – his skin is tanned and only lightly lined around his eyes, and his whole body has that sculpted look of a man who takes good care of himself and exercises regularly.


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