Author: Joanna Wylde
Series: Reapers MC #6
Audience: +18
Genre: Erotic Romance, Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Berkley
Release Date: August 9th 2016
My Rating: 4 cups
Source: TRSOR Promotions/Netgalley
Blurb (from Goodreads):
It’s time for more men and motorcycles in the latest from the New York Times bestselling author of Reaper’s Fall...<br />
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.
*Disclaimer: I received an eARC of this book from Berkley and TRSOR Promotions in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion or rating of the book in any way.
I have been waiting for a very long time for this book. One of the things I liked about this book is that it somehow completes some details from the previous book in the series.
Tinker is a great heroine. I felt sorry for her a lot of times, especially when it came to her ex and her relationship with him. I did wonder a few times why she spend so many years trying to make that relationship work, but I'm glad that eventually she got out of that relationship. I really liked some of her scenes, and I giggled a lot because of her.
Gage is really loyal to his club brothers, and that alone made me forgive him for some of the things he did. In a strange way, I actually admired him for that loyalty. Just as I admired Picnic, the club president, for showing that that loyalty was not misplaced or unfounded. I think Gage is a bit different than the other Reapers, probably because of his background. I don't want to spoil anything, but there's a great scene where he talks a little bit about his past and he lets Tinker understand the real Gage a little bit more than I previously expected.
I mentioned Picnic earlier, and I have to do it again. Each and every book makes me fall in love a little bit more with him, and I cannot wait to read more of his scenes. He was insanely funny in this book, and I am hoping his sarcasm makes an appearance in the next books.
I have to say that the ending was not what I expected. There were a few things that were not answered in this book and I was kind of left with more questions than I would have wanted. That being said, based on how previous books were written, I have a feeling that these things will be addressed in future books. Or at least I hope so. The ending was sweet and I wonder what it means for the future of the series. Not going to say more, because of spoilers, but let's just say that if it means what I think it means, I'll be extremely happy.
All in all, a good story, and I cannot wait for more stories of the Reapers.
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.
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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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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.
Stalk Her: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
