In the shadows of the night in Caldwell, New York, there's a deadly turf war going on between vampires and their slayers. There exists a secret band of brothers like no other-six vampire warriors, defenders of their race. Yet none of them relishes killing more than Wrath, the leader of The Black Dagger Brotherhood.
The only purebred vampire left on earth, Wrath has a score to settle with the slayers who murdered his parents centuries ago. But, when one of his most trusted fighters is killed-leaving his half-breed daughter unaware of his existence or her fate-Wrath must usher her into the world of the undead-a world of sensuality beyond her wildest dreams.
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Not my cuppa tea. First, a bunch of leather-wearing, loud-rap-music-favouring, foul-mouthed alpha-male vampires. For my buck, vampires must be elegantly dressed and well spoken. These guys were more like a biker gang—without the motorcycles. Fine if you like that kind of thing, but I don’t.
Then the names! Wrath? Rhage? Phury? Zsadist? Can I roll my eyes any louder?
Add to that these are supposedly big, bad men, but as soon as Wrath meets our good-girl Beth, its instant love and he completely changes who he is. Suddenly, he can’t be parted from her and all his boys are worshipping at her feet as well.
The villains were much more interesting. If the next book were about Mr. X, I be much more interested than I am.