Rhage and Mary 
 Rhage fell in love with MaryaEUR(tm)s voice, when they met for fist time. He didnaEUR(tm)t know how she looked like. He was almost blind and disoriented and MaryaEUR(tm)s voice calmed his Beast. A Beast that is usually silent and waiting, trapped as a tattoo on RhageaEUR(tm)s back. Until Rhage is in danger. Then the Beast pops out and there is no Rhage anymore aEUR" only the Beast. 
 Just like the incredible Hulk. Rhage transforms into a dragon who has his own personality and RhageaEUR(tm)s personality is pulled back. 
 Rhage and his Beast love food. And sex. They are the only things that sate the Beast. Until the Beast meets Mary and her soothing voice of course. 
 Mary is a plain girl aEUR"although sweet. She is not like the girls that Rhage and his beast usually prefer. And Mary has a secret which eats her from inside. Mary is dying. And not just because she is human. She is dying faster than she wants. Cancer. Chemotherapy. Destroyed chances of becoming a mother. 
 And now she has another problem. A huge extremely good-looking guy who eats like a horse and who wants to keep her just to hear her voice. Plain Mary does not know what Rhage wants from her. He could have any girl he wants. Any. Girls look at him all the time (even the times that he is with Mary), they give him notes with their phone numbers, and they talk to him and ignore Mary. 
 Mary soon will have enough! She asks him to leave her alone, she begs him to leave her alone, she orders him to leave her alone. 
 Rhage is still there! 
 And then Mary will have another problem. Is Rhage really a vampire? And is the tattoo on his back really moving? 
 Rhage and Mary is one of the most favorable couples in BDB. 
 MaryaEUR(tm)s problems with her health will break your heart. 
 Rhage insatiable appetite for food will make you laugh out loudly. 
 This is also a very important book, because Bella meets Zsadist for the first time (HOT!) and mute and scrawny John Matthew is introduced to the brotherhood (SWEET!). 
 FAVOURITE PASSAGE aEUR" WHEN THEY MET FOR FIRST TIME: 
 aEURoeMy name...my name is Mary. I'm here with a friend.' 
 Rhage stopped breathing. His heart skipped a beat and then slowed. "Say that again,' he whispered. 
 'Ah, my name is Mary Luce. I'm a friend of Bella's...We came here with a boy, with John Matthew. We were invited.' 
 Rhage shivered, a balmy rush blooming out all over his skin. The musical lilt of her voice, the rhythm of her speech, the sound of her words, it all spread through him, calming him, comforting him. Chaining him sweetly. 
 He closed his eyes. 'Say something else.' 
 'What?' she asked, baffled. 
 'Talk. Talk to me. I want to hear your voice.' 
 She was silent, and he was about to demand that she speak when she said, 'You don't look well. Do you need a doctor?' 
 He found himself swaying. The words didn't matter. It was her sound: low, soft, a quiet brushing in his ears. He felt as if here being stroked on the inside of his skin. 
 'More,' he said, twisting his palm around to the front of her neck so he could feel the vibrations in her throat better. 
 'Could you... could you please let go of me?' 
 'No.' He brought his other arm up. She was wearing some kind of fleece, and he moved the collar aside, putting his hand on her shoulder so she couldn't get away from him. 'Talk.' 
 She started to struggle. 'You're crowding me.' 
 'I know. Talk.' 
 'Oh for God's sake, what do you want me to say?' 
 Even exasperated, her voice was beautiful. 'Anything.' 
 'Fine. Get your hand off my throat and let me go or I'm going to knee you where it counts.' 
 He laughed. Then sank his lower body into her, trapping her with his thighs and hips. She stiffened against him, but he got an ample feel of her. She was built lean, though there was no doubt she was female. Her breasts hit his chest, her hips cushioned his, her stomach was soft. 
 'Keep talking,' he said in her ear. God, she smelled good. Clean. Fresh. Like lemon. 
 When she pushed against him, he leaned his full weight into her. Her breath came out in a rush. 
 'Please,' he murmured. 
 Her chest moved against his as if she were inhaling. 'I... er, I have nothing to say. Except get off of me.' 
 He smiled, careful to keep his mouth closed. There was no sense showing off his fangs, especially if she didn't know what he was. 'So say that.' 
 'What?' 
 'Nothing. Say nothing. Over and over and over again. Do it.' 
 She bristled, the scent of fear replaced by a sharp spice, like fresh, pungent mint from a garden. She was annoyed now. 'Say it.'