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Blurb
New York Times
bestselling author Joanna Wylde returns to the “wild and raw”* world of the
Reapers MC with the story of Gage and Tinker…
The club comes first.
I’ve lived by those words my whole life—assumed I’d die by
them, too, and I never had a problem with that. My Reaper brothers took my back
and I took theirs and it was enough. Then I met her. Tinker Garrett. She’s
beautiful, she’s loyal, and she works so damned hard it scares me sometimes . .
. She deserves a good man—one better than me. I can’t take her yet because the
club still needs me. There’s another woman, another job, another fight just
ahead.
Now she’ll learn I’ve been lying to her all along. None of
it’s real. Not my name, not my job, not even the clothes I wear. She thinks I’m
nice. She pretends we’re just friends, that I’ve still got a soul . . . Mine’s
been dead for years. Now I’m on fire for this woman, and a man can only burn
for so long before he destroys everything around him.
I’m coming for you, Tinker.
Soon.
Excerpt
“I can’t believe how late it is,” Tinker said, yawning,
and I realized the movie had ended. Now she stretched upward, the blanket
falling to her waist as her boobs pushed forward.
God, how much should a man be expected to take?
I should’ve stayed away from her completely—that’d been
the plan—but something had snapped when I’d seen her out in the courtyard.
Couldn’t remember the last time I’d met a woman like Tinker. She was smart and
sexy and funny, and she worked damned hard to take care of her family and
business. Sure, I wanted to fuck her—you’d have to be gay not to—but I
respected her, too.
“I should probably get going,” she said, offering me a
smile so sweet I wanted to bite her lips. “I like to check on Dad before going
to sleep, and I’ve got to be up early in the morning. I’ve got to package
orders for the courier tomorrow—if they aren’t ready by two p.m., I’m screwed.”
I considered rolling over on top of her. Pushing her down
into the couch cushions, shoving my leg between hers, and showing her what a
real man feels like.
“Cooper?” she asked, looking confused. I blinked a couple
times, forcing myself to focus on her face.
“I’m going to watch another one,” I told her, because I’m
a goddamn masochist. “You sure you’re ready to head out?”
She frowned, and I could almost read her thoughts. Yes,
she should leave. But she wanted me as much as I wanted her. And yeah, I
realize that makes me sound like an egotistical ass, but this wasn’t my first
rodeo. I saw the lust in her eyes, and the way she licked her lips and stared
at my mouth. This wasn’t a one-way street, not even close.
“I guess I could stay a little longer,” she whispered.
Christ, she was so sweet and soft. I wanted to bite her even more now. Suck
that pouty lower lip into my mouth and shove a finger up her ass.
Break her.
You’re one sick fuck.
Why yes. Yes, I am. Thanks for
noticing.
I managed to control the urge, catching her hand instead,
giving it a friendly squeeze like some kind of pathetic tool. Her fingers
tightened on mine, then she pulled away and snuggled back down under the
blanket, raising her feet to rest on the coffee table. I grabbed the remote and
clicked through the menu.
Tomorrow I’d do my job. I’d fuck Talia and spy on Marsh
and look for any kind of weakness that might end this situation, the faster the
better. Tonight, though . . . Tonight I’d pretend this wasn’t a waste of time.
Goddamn, but my dick hurt.
The next
hour was torture.
Tinker sat next to me, all cute and classy and absolutely
refusing to make any kind of eye contact. I don’t know how she felt, but to me
the sexual tension hanging in the air was thick and heavy. I kept thinking
about her hand in mine—small, but strong. The hand of someone who knew how to
work hard. So far as I knew, Talia had never held down a job, let alone
supported herself.
The couch shifted, and I glanced over to find Tinker
sliding deeper into the cushions, drawing the blanket up to her chin. Our legs
were maybe six inches apart. She shifted again, and then her hand bumped mine
under the blanket. She jerked it back quickly, and I caught the hint of a flush
on her cheeks. That was another thing I liked about her—her skin was so pale that
I could see every hint of arousal.
Grabbing her hand, I pulled it over to rest on my thigh.
This was a really bad idea, so I pointedly refused to think it through. Her
hand tensed at first, then relaxed into my strength. My cock swelled against
the fabric of my jeans, just inches from her fingers—it’d be so easy to push
her hand toward it, wrap it around my painfully swollen dick, and just go to
town.
Tinker’s fingers gave a quick squeeze—almost more of a
spasm—and I bit back a groan.
Yeah, okay. Really, really
bad idea. I should get off the couch and shut this shit down right now, because
I couldn’t afford to blow things with Talia just yet. Instead I found myself
leaning toward Tinker, bumping shoulders.
God.
I’d grown a pussy. No other explanation, because I
couldn’t figure out why the hell else an adult man would sit holding hands
under a damned blanket like a kid.
What I thought about Reaper's Fire
Gage is undercover on assignment for the Reapers when he meets Tinker. There's a spark between them from the start, but "Cooper" as Tinker knows him is involved with someome from the club he's stalking. He's torn between wanting Tinker and doing what is right by the club.
But resisting Tinker proves impossible, and it isn't long before they are skin to skin, making Cooper's girlfriend angry enough to take things into her own hands. There are some really hot moments between Gage and Tinker, and when the truth comes out, Gage has some hell to pay.
I've liked this series from the start, and I was glad that once I read just a few pages of Reaper's Fire, I was hooked. I didn't put it down until I finished it. While it's not my favorite in the series, I did like the romance between these two mature characters and how they dealt with things between them.
I loved the ending to this book. It had lots of action and heat (hence the title). I just love this author's writing -- it pulls me right in very quickly and I can easily sink back into this MC world. Just when I think this series has the potential to "jump the shark", I find that I'm still loving the very alpha Reaper's MC.
ARC provided for review.
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Author’s Note: This book was originally released through a
small publisher in 2013. This independent edition has been lightly edited, and
contains a bonus short, “Sticky Sweet” (originally published on the author’s
website) and a Q&A with the author.
Marie doesn’t need a complication like Horse. The massive, tattooed badass biker who shows up at her brother’s house one afternoon doesn’t agree. He wants Marie on his bike and in his bed. Now.
But Marie just left her abusive jerk of an ex-husband and she’s not looking for a new man. Especially one like Horse. She doesn’t know his real name or where he lives. She’s ninety percent certain he’s a criminal and that the “business” he talked with her brother wasn’t website design. She needs him out of her life, which would be a snap if he wasn’t so damned sexy.
Horse is part of the Reapers Motorcycle Club, and when he wants something, he takes it. What is he wants is Marie, but she’s not interested in becoming some biker’s property.
Then her brother steals from the club. Now Marie can save him by giving Horse what he wants—at home, in public, on his bike… and if she’s a very, very good girl, he’ll let her brother live.
About the Author
Joanna Wylde
is a New York Times bestselling author and creator of the Reapers Motorcycle
Club series. She currently lives in Idaho.
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