Buon lunedì, prodi seguaci!🍑

In questo fine settimana di piogge intense è stato uno spettacolo chiudersi in casa all’asciutto e al calduccio con una bella tazza di tè fumante e un buon libro. Soprattutto perchĂ© in questo libro – A Warm Heart in Winter di J.R. Ward, diciottesimo libro e mezzo della serie La Confraternita del Pugnale Nero – c’è una tremenda tempesta di neve che chiude tuttĐ· in casa e pure una certa atmosfera natalizia. Non è tutto lucine e felicitĂ , perchĂ©, be’, è la Confraternita, ma che bellezza essere di nuovo a Caldwell.

Mary nodded. And then said, “You know, I have a theory about injury and healing. It’s just anecdotal, from my own personal experience with trauma—which, granted, is nothing measured against your own.” She shifted around to sit cross-legged, like she was prepared to stay for however long he needed her to. “In my opinion, souls are no different than limbs. If you break a leg or an arm, it’s going to hurt when it happens, sharply and unbearably. Therapy is like what you do to set the bone properly in a cast and monitor its mending. It’s the physical rehab, the stretching, the follow-up X-rays. But the limb is never the same. On rainy days, the joint aches. If you run a marathon on it, it will be sore. Maybe the healed part isn’t quite right. Souls are the same. There are different marathons we run, whether it’s the day-to-day interactions with our spouses or the people we work with. Maybe it’s an event like Balthazar getting hurt. Perhaps it’s an anniversary of a bad night—or even a good one, like a holiday or a birthday. These are the marathons our souls run, and sometimes, where we have healed aches. Or worse. And that is a nonnegotiable part of being a survivor.”

Z stroked the felt with his hand, feeling the coarse nap. “I guess I thought the work was over.”

“It’s never over. If we want to be conscious in our lives, in ourselves, the work is always necessary.”

“Physical therapy forever.”

“So that you can function better and feel better and be healthier. You can’t undo the injury, but you can always work with what you have.”

“I wish I didn’t have to.” He looked back at her. “Shit. That sounds lame.”

“No, that sounds very human.” Mary shook her head with a little laugh. “I mean vampire.”

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…