It’s time for more men and motorcycles in the latest from theNew York Times bestselling author of Reaper’s Fall…
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.
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Reaper’s Fire by Joanna Wylde
Gage & Tinker
EMOTIONALLY DRAINING, BUT OH SO DAMN GOOD
5 Heart wrenching STARS
Trust me when I tell you… this book will not be what you think it will be. It’s not a typical MC book. It’s not a normal romance. It’s not gonna make you feel all oooie and gooie. Now, let me tell you what it will do. It’ll make your heart leap out of your chest. It’ll take you from the grandest emotions to the most disturbing. And it will make your heart soar with completion.
Tinker has moved back home to Hallies Falls to start her life over after leaving her husband and coming home to help take care of her Dad after her Momma passed away. Tinker is such a complex character. She’s this little spitfire that at first I thought was a total push over. Maybe she was before we met her, but by God she’s anything but now. I love how she handles the “soon-to-be” Ex, always had a comeback for anything he said or did. She made me laugh out loud more times than I can count. Although she’s struggling with her own demons, she never waivers on taking care of her Dad, her friends, and her customers. I love this woman!
Gage is in town to infiltrate the Nighthawks MC to find out what’s muddled with operation and who’s behind the dilemma. He has to pretend to date the MC president’s sister Talia in order to get close to crew… Holy fucking hell… I wouldn’t wish that cuntcake on my worst ememy. In the interim, Gage is falling for his landlord Tinker, but can’t do anything about it for fear of blowing his cover. Auoy Vey Joanna, you really know how to kill us with your words.
The supporting character cast is pretty hefty. Oh ya know all the Reaper boyz and all. Picnic cracked me up every time he had a chat with Gage. Always ripping on each other and crackin’ jokes. Carrie is Tinker’s BFF one of the funniest peeps I’ve read in quite some time. I wish I could go out with them for “manis, pedis, and drinkies.” Everyone needs a friend like Carrie! As for this Talia bitch… this woman reminds me of Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction. Seriously, this chick is certifiably insane. Every mention of her name I’d shutter. No joke!
Now all while this shit is all going down with Gage, the MC, Tinker, Talia, and the gang there are wild fires burning in Washington and headed to Eastern Washington while the whole story is going on. As a survivor of a house fire I can’t tell you how many times I cried my eyes out just thinking about these people having to evacuate and come back to nothing. I walked away from my house fire with the clothes on my back so I know what it means to “lose everything.” I loved that Jo added that into the story. It made it that much more meaningful. Thanks Jo!
So, to wrap this long ass review up… This story is everything I needed. I felt the emotion and anguish in bones. The characters were phenomenal, even the dreadful ones. The storyline pulled at my heartstrings and left me feeling full of love and hope. The dialogue flows and the pacing is perfect. I felt like I was a resident of Hallies Falls for godsakes… Great story Jo. I’ll never forget it!
“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.
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.
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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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.
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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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