Im Dezember verkündete Ward: Das MS hat 199,807 Wörter, das bedeutet, es sind exakt 650 mehr Wörter als in Tohrs Buch!
Zitat Ward: "Who knew that Qhuinn and Blay would be longer than... I mean, bigger than... I mean... um, yeah- I think I'm just going to stop there lolol" Insg. wird das Buch 592 Seiten haben. *yesss*
Ward selbst hat auf ihrer FB-Seite kleine Häppchen aus LOVER AT LAST geteilt, wer kein Englisch versteht, kann sich die Texte ja mit einem online Übersetzungsprogramm mal anschauen, und auch wenn diese oft mehr unsinnig und lustig als stimmig übersetzen, bekommt man doch eine Ahnung von dem Gesagten. Für alle die kein facebook Konto haben oder Ward dort nicht folgen, habe ich die Stückchen hier mal zusammengelegt, sie alle stammen von HIER
Wer sich überhaupt gar nicht spoilern will, in irgendeiner gearteten Art und Weise, der sollte schnell wieder wegklicken von hier ;)
Im Oktober ging JR Ward die Festbplatte vor die Hunde, ohne dass sie ein Backup von wertvollen Kapiteln des Buches irgendwo gespeichert hätte. Ein netter Computer Mensch (ein "Marine", also Ex-Marine jetzt Computer-Dude) hat es dennoch geschafft alles komplett wieder herzustellen. Ward meinte sie weine selten, aber da war sie den Tränen nahe, denn er hat wirklich jedes Wort in der Datei wieder herstellen können.
Darauf folgte folgendes, dankbares, Posting:
Qhuinn followed, bringing up the rear in case anyone decided to pull a hi-how’re-ya-
From out of thin air, Blay appeared, the male suited up in leather, and as heavily armed as the rest of them. Qhuinn’s feet slowed, then stopped in the snow, mostly because he didn’t want to trip and fall like an a**hole.
God, that was one grim motherf**ker, he thought as Blay started walking forward. Was there some trouble in paradise?
Even though there was no eye contact, Qhuinn felt compelled to say something. “What’s…”
He didn’t finish the “doing” part of the sentence. Why bother? The guy just stalked past him like he wasn’t there.
“I’m great,” Qhuinn muttered under his breath as he resumed trudging through the snow. “Doin’ awesome, thanks for asking- oh, you having probs with Saxton? Really? How’d you like to go out and get a drink and talk about it? Yeah? Perfect. I’ll be your after dinner mint-”
-Lover At Last, RECOVERED BABY!!
~~~JR Ward sagt: I think this is my fav quote from the book, and I have to share:
Straightening up so the full force of that cold blast hit him square in the face, Qhuinn glared into the rush, picturing those pines ahead that he couldn’t see because his eyes were watering from the wind. Opening his mouth, he screamed bloody murder, adding his voice to the maelstrom.
Godd*mn it, he wasn’t going down like a pussy. No ducking, no pathetic oh-please-God-no-saaaaaave-me.
-Lover at Last MS, pg. 148
In the silence that followed, violent anger hit Blay from out of
Now his hands shook for a different reason.
“So,” Saxton said hoarsely. “How was your night?”
“What the hell happened down there?”
Saxton loosened his tie. Unbuttoned his collar. Took yet another
deep breath. “Family tiff, as it were.”
Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. “Must we do this?”
“I think you and Qhuinn need to talk. And once you do, I won’t have to worry about being jumped like a felon again.”
Blay frowned. “He and I have nothing to say to each other—”
“With all due respect, the ligature marks around my neck would
-Lover at Last, pg. 188 of the galleys
JR Ward: And in this book, where upon Layla grows a set:
In the Old Language, she hissed, “If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find you where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown.”
That last word was drawn out, until its syllable was lost in more growling.
Until Doc Jane said dryly, “Annnnd this is why they say the female of the species is more dangerous than the male.”
-Lover at Last, MS pg. 251
JR Ward: *ahem*
“Let me kiss you.” Qhuinn groaned as he leaned in. “I know I don’t deserve it, but please . . . it’s what you can do for me. Let me feel you. . . .”
Qhuinn’s mouth brushed his own. Came back for more. Lingered.
“I’ll beg for it.” More with the caress of those devastating lips. “If that’s what it takes. I don’t give a f**k, I’ll beg. . . .”
Somehow, that wasn’t going to be necessary.
-Lover at Last, MS pg. 318 (and yes, this is Blay's POV, and no, this isn't their first hook up in the book lol)
JR Ward: (Blays Point of view)
The door to Blay's room opened wide without a knock, a hello, a hey-are-you-decent.
Qhuinn stood in between the jambs, breathing hard, like he’d run down the hall of statues.
Sh**, had Layla lost the pregnancy after all?
Those mismatched eyes searched around. “You by yourself?”
Why the hell would— Oh, Saxton. Right. “Yes—”
The male took three strides forward, reached up . . . and kissed the ever-loving crap out of Blay.
The kiss was the kind that you remembered all your life, the connection forged with such totality that everything from the feel of the body against your own, to the warm slid of another’s lips on yours, to the power as well as the control, was etched into your mind...
-Lover at Last, MS pg. 449
und jetzt heißt es weiter warten, warten, warten ...