Spotlight Tour and Review: Prisoner of Night: J.R. Ward

by - Monday, January 07, 2019

by J. R. Ward
On Sale: January 7, 2019
Gallery Books | E-book Original
E-ISBN: 9781501195174 | $5.99

From #1 New York Times bestselling author J.R. Ward comes an unforgettable story of passion and vengeance in the Black Dagger Brotherhood world. 

When Ahmare’s brother is abducted, there is nothing she won’t do to get him back safely. She is unprepared, however, for the lengths she will have to go to save his life. Paired with a dangerous but enticing prisoner, she embarks on an odyssey into another world. 
Duran, betrayed by his father, imprisoned in a dungeon for decades, has survived only because of his thirst for vengeance. He has been biding his time to escape and is shocked to find an unlikely and temporary freedom in the form of a determined young female. 

Battling against deadly forces and facing unforeseen peril, the pair are in a race to save Ahmare’s brother. As time runs out, and the unthinkable looms, even true love may not be enough to carry them through.
This is a novella based in the Black Dagger Brotherhood world, but can honestly be read as a stand alone story. It is based on this new couple and story line that is contained in this book. It is a good way to wade a toe into the BDB world or try J.R. Ward's writing style. I actually found it easier to read since it was solely focused on this couple and their adventures and did not flip between multiple story lines as the longer ones do. 
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Duran has been held in a dungeon for twenty one years with his only motivation to survive being vengeance...against his father who betrayed him as well as the man who has held and tortured him. He was not expecting his escape to come in the form of a female. Ahmare has her own loved one she is trying to save and is now finding herself in a battle of wills with Duran's captor. She is strong and determined, but is also ruled by her heart at times.

Now they are two strangers on a common mission with different motives. They both need single focus, but find themselves distracted. They never expected to need each other both as partners on their quest, but also due to a longing physical attraction. It's insta-lovey but that is not unusual in this series as it is part of the mating. But they are undertaking a dangerous errand that neither are guaranteed to survive. 

I got sucked into this story. I really felt for these characters especially Duran. They both had tragedies in their past, and had suffered loss. But he also lost so much of his own life and himself. He was literally broken down and disconnected until she saved him. I enjoyed seeing his personality emerge. But there had only been one thing keeping him alive through it all and he did not care if it was a suicide mission. 

He will have to decide what is more important in the long run, vengeance or potential love?

This was fast paced, and full of suspense, action, and passion. I liked the side characters especially Nexi. The antagonists literally made my skin crawl and I wanted vengeance seen too. It kept me enthralled til the last page. 


I received this book for free from the author in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Twenty-One Years, Three Months, Six Days Ago . .

“Where is it! Goddamn you, where’s it at!” 

Duran spit blood out of his mouth and spoke over the ringing in his ears. “I’ll never tell you—”

Chalen the Conqueror swung his open palm again, nailing Duran’s lacerated face like a bat hitting a fastball. But it didn’t hurt as much as the other shit they’d been doing to him in this castle’s great room. They’d already pulled out his fingernails, broken all of his toes, and whipped his back until strips of his own flesh flapped against his ribs. At the moment, he didn’t have the strength to keep himself on his feet, but no worries there—two guards, with grips locked under his pits, were holding him up off the floor.
As his head flopped back into its lolling hang, he shook it to get the sweat and blood out of his eyes. In the hissing, kicking light of the hearth, the male in front of him was stocky of build and ugly of feature, an oak stump with a bulldog’s muzzle and a hungry bear’s bad fucking attitude.
“You are going to tell me the location.” Chalen took Duran by the throat with one of his meat hands. “And you’re going to do it now.”
“Sorry, not . . . a big talker—”

The conqueror grabbed onto the lower half of Duran’s face, squeezing so hard his jaw split and the inside of his mouth was forced between the hard-and-sharp of his molars. More blood welled, spilled, fell on his bare chest.

“Why are you protecting the male who put you here?” Chalen’s opaque eyes searched Duran’s expression as if he were trying to extrapolate a map of Maryland in the features. “All you need to do is tell me where that facility is.”

Duran waited for that grip to release. When it did, he spit more blood out. “I’m not . . . protecting him.”

“Then what are you doing?”

“Making sure you don’t cheat me of what’s mine.” Duran smiled, aware he must look deranged. “You kill him . . . I don’t get to.”

Chalen crossed his strong-man arms over his barrel chest. He was dressed in weapons, whatever clothes he had on underneath the holsters of guns and knives largely hidden by metal. No daggers, though. He’d never been Black Dagger Brotherhood material and not just because he was a mutt according to his lineage: Even among black market thieves, there was a code of conduct.

Not for Chalen. He had no code. Not in the Old Country, and not during his last century here in the New World. 

There was only one male who was worse. 

“I will break you,” Chalen said in a low voice. “And I will enjoy it.” 

Duran laughed in a wheeze. “You have no idea what I’ve already been through—” 

Chalen swung that palm wide again, the crack so heavy Duran lost his vision, everything going checkerboard. And then there was a drop in blood pressure, his brain emptying of oxygen, floaty disassociation riding in, a foggy savior buffering the suffering. 

The sound of chains moving and gears shifting brought him back to reality. A section of the sweaty stone wall rose by inches, the great weight ascending like a gate, revealing a corridor . . . 

Revealing a male who was naked but for a black hood that covered his head. 

“I will make you pray for death,” Chalen said. “And when you give me what I need, you will think back to this moment. When you could have saved yourself from so much.” 

Duran exhaled in a gurgle. His body was on fire, the pain burning through his veins, turning him into a semi-living, kind-of-breathing, sort-of-conscious incubator for agony. 

But fuck Chalen. 

“Do what you will,” he mumbled. “I’m not going to give you a goddamn thing.” 

“I will make you wish you were never born.” 

As the hooded male came forward, Duran was dragged over and slammed face-first down onto a table, his torso bent parallel to the floor. Turning his face to the side, he smelled the spoiled meat and rancid fat embedded in the fibers of the planks. 

“Already there, asshole.”
J. R. Ward 


J.R. Ward is the author of more than thirty novels, including those in her #1 New York Times bestselling Black Dagger Brotherhood series. There are more than fifteen million copies of her novels in print worldwide, and they have been published in twenty-six different countries around the world. She lives in the South with her family.





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