✰✰NEW RELEASE & REVIEW: Reaper’s Fall by Joanna Wylde✰✰

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The New York Times bestselling author of Reaper’s Stand is back in her “uber-alpha rough world of MCs”* as one woman’s future is rocked by the man whose hardcore past could destroy her…

He never meant to hurt her.

Levi “Painter” Brooks was nothing before he joined the Reapers motorcycle club. The day he patched in, they became his brothers and his life. All they asked in return was a strong arm and unconditional loyalty—a loyalty that’s tested when he’s caught and sentenced to prison for a crime committed on their behalf.

Melanie Tucker may have had a rough start, but along the way she’s learned to fight for her future. She’s escaped from hell and started a new life, yet every night she dreams of a biker whose touch she can’t forget. It all started out so innocently—just a series of letters to a lonely man in prison. Friendly. Harmless. Safe.
Now Painter Brooks is coming home… and Melanie’s about to learn that there’s no room for innocence in the Reapers MC.

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✩★✩MY REVIEW✩★✩

REAPER’S FALL by Joanna Wylde
Painter & Melanie
MC + PAINTER + MELLIE = DISASTER

Ok, so at this point I know for sure that this is not my favorite Reaper’s book. Sure there’s MC business, sexy hot bikers, and later on in the book a little suspense and action. I liked it, but didn’t love it. Somehow I just couldn’t really connect with Painter or Mel. Horse and Marie they are not… but I get that this is different characters and a different story… I just didn’t love it!

Melanie was one of those female lead characters that I literally wanted to throat punch on multiple occasions. Sure, she’s smart, beautiful, and witty… but man oh man was she stubborn. I can’t even count how many times she pissed me off. I wanted to scream in her face to just forgive the damn guy and get this shit over with. Holy fucking hell!! She is by far a great mother and excellent friend.

Now Painter on the other hand would have to be my favorite in this installment if I had one. He’s having some trouble deciding which path to take in life… sometimes those paths are already chosen and you just gotta go with the flow. The only way I can sum him up is one step forward, two steps back. The club came first and Mellie and Izzy a sloppy second on most days! Painter would step over dollars to pick up nickels and it absolutely infuriated me to no end. Why are these characters so fucking frustrating?

The supporting character cast is vast. All the cameos from past characters was nice to see and get a feel for where they are now and how things are going. Jessica was a absolute dumbass. I can see a slight change in her from her intro way back when, but holy hell, that girl is like a dude when it comes to her fuck ’em and chuck ’em mentality.

So, this in not my fave, but it bares being said that the story itself is fairly good. The writing style is excellent and the dialogue flows alright! Although I couldn’t relate to Mel and Painter, the pacing is good, the tension leading up to the climax was a bit slow, but that ending was ideal.

3.5 STARS

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“You want to watch a movie or something?” she asked, nodding toward the TV. I had a decent one, too. Giant-ass flat-screen—homecoming present from the club.

“Sure,” I said, reaching for the remote. I didn’t have cable, but Ruger had set up some kind of box thingie for me so I could stream shit. “Whatcha in the mood for?”

“Not horror,” she said quickly, and I laughed again, remembering that first evening I’d spent with her at Pic’s house. She’d been so young and scared and vulnerable . . . I’d wanted to eat her up.

I still wanted to eat her.

“I can’t believe that you and Puck were supposed to be watching over me, and then you put in a slasher movie. That’s not how you make a girl feel safe.”

“No horror,” I agreed, although the thought of holding her for a couple hours while she was scared shitless appealed way more than it should. Watch it, asshole. “How about Star Wars?”

“You like Star Wars?”

I shrugged. “Everyone likes Star Wars. You know, I’m pretty damned sure Han Solo was a biker.”

She giggled. “You mean, like a space biker?”

“See, when you say it like that it sounds stupid.”

“I wanted to be Princess Leia. She’s badass,” she said, taking a deep drink of her beer. I watched as her lips wrapped around the neck, her throat swallowing. Oh fuck, that was good. She set the beer down on the coffee table with a clink, then let loose with the biggest burp I’d ever heard.

“Fucking hell,” I said, stunned. “I didn’t think girls could burp like that. Shit. Impressive, Mel. Very impressive.”

She grinned at me.

“We’re friends,” she told me. “And friends don’t need to worry about stuff like that. Let me guess—you’ve never had a female friend before?”

“Not really,” I admitted. “I’m think I’m a little scared.”

Scared and turned on, which was weird.

“You should be. I can do the whole alphabet.”

Damn. I kinda wanted to see that.

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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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