NEW RELEASE & REVIEW: Reaper’s Fire (Reapers MC #6) by Joanna Wylde

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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.

Soon.

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MY REVIEW

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!

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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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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Excerpt Reveal: Reaper’s Fire by Joanna Wylde

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Excerpt

Tinker

It was almost seven that evening when I felt the AC kick back on. I’d been lying on my back on the (relatively) cool tile floor behind the counter, staring up at the pressed-tin ceiling and trying to remember why I hadn’t already moved back to Seattle.

In Seattle it rained.

Cool breezes blew off the bay and the lush greenery covered everything with its shaded canopy. People didn’t really need air-conditioning, but if they happened to have it and it broke, there were lots of repair men available.

Of course, Seattle also had Brandon. Not only that, my dad didn’t want to move, and I’d come to realize I couldn’t leave him here alone. It wasn’t safe for him, not since Mom died.

Ugh.

At least the AC was working again, blowing down from the ceiling vent across my sweaty body, reminding me that while the world might not be crawling with perfect men, at least there were still a few useful ones running around. Cooper Romero was a keeper, and it had nothing to do with how sexy he was . . . although the fact that he was sex on a stick—make that sex with a stick—didn’t exactly diminish his appeal.

When I’d dragged him up to the black tar roof to show him the ancient AC, I’d expected him to make a run for it. Any sensible man would. Instead, he’d spent the whole afternoon busting his ass to save my chocolates—Oh God, I wish that were code for something more exciting—officially qualifying him as a superhero in my book.

As for me, there wasn’t much I could do once I got all the sweets safely downstairs into the basement. There weren’t any customers walking in off the street, and seeing as I couldn’t make or ship candy in a 102-degree shop, I’d alternated between attempting to read a book, looking over orders I couldn’t fulfill on my laptop, and bringing Cooper glasses of iced tea. I’d been nervous around him at first, but you can only stay nervous for so long when you’re sweating like a pig—there’s a certain freedom in knowing you look like hell and there’s no saving your hair. I’d thrown my arm across my eyes in a pathetic attempt to block out reality toward the end.

When cold air started flowing into the room, I could’ve cried with relief. He’d never had a chance to fill out the application form, and I’d long since decided it didn’t matter. Unless he was an ax murderer, I’d give him the apartment and the job.

Might give it to him even if he was, to be honest.

“It’s working again,” Cooper announced, and I jerked, startled. Shit, had I fallen asleep? Opening my eyes, I looked up to find him standing over me. Dear God in heaven—that was one hell of a bare chest.

Holy. Shit.

I’d taken note of his build when he first walked in the shop, but everything under his shirt had been theoretical. Now there was six-foot-plus of raw sex appeal right there, all sweaty and sculpted and . . . well, let’s just say I’d be stopping off on the way home to pick up some fresh batteries.

That’s when the situation hit me—Cooper Romero was the hottest man I’d met in forever, and he’d just found me lying on the floor in my own sweat and filth like a dog. Typical luck. I scrambled to my feet, pretending I wasn’t totally embarrassed (I was) and not in the least bit freaked out by how unspeakably attractive this guy was. Okay, “attractive” wasn’t quite the right word, because it implied a certain level of polish and class that just didn’t fit Cooper at all.

Brandon was attractive.

Cooper?

I’d lick him all over and massage his butt if he asked. He stared down at me, his eyes carefully blank, making it very clear he wasn’t asking. Story of my fucking life. Sitting up, I pushed myself to my feet without bothering to dust off. Lost cause at this point.

“Not sure how much life the AC has left,” he said slowly. “I managed to get it going, but fixing it right would cost more than it’s worth and then some.”

Of course it would.

“I just need to get through the summer,” I told him, wiping a finger under my eye. My perfectly applied, vintage-style makeup had melted, leaving me with a clown face. Fortunately I’d (mostly) given up on caring three hours ago, right around the time I’d discovered the floor tiles were cooler than the rest of the room. “After that, I’ll worry about the furnace and by next summer I might not even be here anymore.”

“Really?” he asked, cocking a brow. “You selling out?”

“Not sure,” I told him. “I’m not thinking that far ahead right now. Things are very iffy with my dad . . . I think he’s got some—”

No. I couldn’t say it. Saying it out loud made it too real, plus the last thing I needed were a bunch of rumors flying around town. So far we’d kept dad’s situation mostly to family and friends.

“Tinker?”

Shaking myself, I smiled at him. “Thank you so much for fixing that. I’m not even sure what I would’ve done—I can’t afford to miss a week’s worth of orders. Not only would it put me behind, it would burn my customers.”

He nodded, studying me thoughtfully. God, he really was beautiful . . . Nothing like Brandon’s polished sophistication. No, Cooper gave off more of a warrior-tossing-you-over-his-fearless-steed kind of vibe. Yeah, like that would end well, because my track record with men was so fucking perfect, right?

Pull your head out of the gutter. He probably has a girlfriend.

At least I could finally lock up this hellhole of a shop and get a shower.

“Thank you so much—you have no idea how much I appreciate it.”

“No, but the whole throwing yourself at my feet thing was a subtle hint,” he said, and I realized he was teasing me. Was he flirting? I couldn’t decide if that kicked ass or scared the shit out of me.

“Anyway, it’s getting late,” I told him, feeling suddenly awkward. “I’m going to grab some dinner down the street, and then I could take you over and show you the apartment.”

A small, knowing smile crossed his face, and I realized he thought I was hitting on him.

“No,” I said quickly, mortified. “I wasn’t asking you out. Omigod, this is weird.”

“What, you aren’t turned on by a man who smells like old socks?” he asked lightly, raising his arm and giving a sniff. He was joking, but the sweat wasn’t a turnoff. Nope. Not even a little bit. “If that’s not enough for you, the roof tar on my ass should be a big attraction.”

Closing my eyes, I bit back a groan. He started laughing. Not in a cruel way, but companionably, which I guess made sense because both of us were disgusting as hell. Of course, now I wanted to check out his ass, but I managed to keep my eyes on target (mostly) when I answered him.

“Well, it’s sexy but I’ll manage to control myself somehow. I do want to grab dinner, though, and we need to figure out the apartment details.”

“I’ll take the place, doesn’t matter what it is,” he replied. “I’m in a hotel and it’s getting old. I’d love to move in on Sunday, but I can’t go look at it right now—gotta get my ass cleaned up. Meeting up with someone later.”

Of course he was, because men who looked like Cooper didn’t spend Friday nights alone.

“Sounds great,” I told him, refusing to show any disappointment. “Just text me when you’re ready, and I’ll get you the key.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but a sudden pounding against the locked shop door caught us both off guard. I spun around to find Talia Jackson glaring at me through the glass. Talia and three of her skankier friends, including Sadie Baxter, a girl I used to babysit when I was in college.

A girl who was now twenty.

Damn.

“Cooper!” Talia shouted. “What the fuck are you doing?”

I glanced at my new handyman, startled. Talia Jackson and her brother, Marsh, were two of the nastiest people I’d ever met. Marsh was president of the local motorcycle gang, a group called the Nighthawk Raiders motorcycle club. The club had been around most of my life, but it was only in recent years that they’d turned really bad. I mean, they were never the kinder, gentler sort of bikers, but I’d never been actively afraid when I’d heard a motorcycle, either.

Now? Let’s just say we’d all gotten a little edgy.

“That’s my girl,” Cooper said, and something deep down inside of me died a little. Of course he’d go for someone like Talia. She might have the heart of a deranged circus clown—you know, the kind that survives by eating the souls of innocent children—but she was hot.

Really hot.

Not only that, she was slutty, and while I wasn’t into the whole slut-shaming thing (like I had room to judge after the bachelorette party debacle . . . ugh), I wasn’t naive enough to think he was attracted to her personality. Cooper Romero might have a sweet smile, and he’d fixed my AC, but now I had proof positive that he’d never be into a girl like me.

Specifically, a grown-up with curves.

All righty, then. Probably for the best anyway.

“Just a sec!” I called to her, determined to take the high road, then I grabbed my keys so I could open the door. She pushed inside with her posse, and I do mean pushed. Little bitch shoved me so hard I nearly knocked over the display of antique Russian teacups my mother had lovingly collected. (So far as I knew, she’d never sold a single one of them, but it’d made her happy.)

“Careful,” I warned, and Talia turned on me.

“What did you just say to me?”

“Babe, let’s talk,” Cooper said, catching her arm and pulling her into his body. She squealed, going from aggressive to flirty in an instant.

“You’re all sweaty. It’s sooo disgusting.”

I noted she wasn’t trying to get away. Cooper smiled down at her, a hint of something feral in his eyes. Yeah, okay—whatever smile he’d been giving me, it hadn’t held any of that kind of intensity.

Yours truly was officially chopped liver.

“I was just about to head out and grab a shower,” he told her. “Wanna come with me?”

She pouted. “I can’t. The girls and I need to get fixed up. I’ll see you at the bar, though, right?”

He looked down at her, offering a sexy, indulgent smile. “Can’t wait.”

“Perfect,” she said, reaching around to grab his ass for a quick squeeze. Then she turned and strutted back out without a word to me, her gaggle of girls following like well-trained geese. Sadie gave a little finger wave on the way. The door closed behind them with a cheerful little jingle, and I wondered why the hell I even bothered with Hallies Falls.

I missed Seattle.

So what if it had Brandon? I could drown him in Lake Washington. Problem solved.

“Sorry about that—Talia is a little high-strung,” Cooper said.

“Oh, I know all about her,” I replied, hoping I didn’t sound as catty as I felt. Cooper didn’t seem to notice.

“I’m new to town, but she’s been showing me around,” Cooper continued, stepping over to stand in front of me, hands shoved deep in his front pockets. “I should get going.”

“Of course—don’t let me keep you. What time do you think you’ll be in touch tomorrow?”

“Afternoon work?”

“No problem. Looking forward to hearing from you.”

He nodded and pushed through the door, walking down the street without a second look back. I locked up behind him, wondering why all the hottest guys were douchebags. Not that Cooper had acted like a douche, but he had to be my age or older—late thirties—and Talia was the same age as Sadie. She was also a raging bitch. There was only one reason a man like him would date a girl like that, and it had nothing to do with personality or character.

Cooper Romero might be beautiful, but obviously he was shallow. Suppose it was too much to hope for a man who could fix an air conditioner and have a soul at the same time.

Pity

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Reaper’s Fire releases on August 9th!

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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.

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Have you heard?
Reaper’s Property by Joanna Wylde has a NEW COVER!

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Meet Horse & Marie for ONLY $3.99 (normally $7.99)

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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Cover Re-Reveal: Reaper’s Property by Joanna Wylde

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Reaper’s Property by Joanna Wylde has a NEW COVER!

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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 talks with her brother isn’t website design. She needs him out of her life, which would be a snap if he’d just stop giving her mind-blowing orgasms.

Horse is part of the Reapers Motorcycle Club, and when he wants something, he takes it. What he wants is Marie, but she’s not interested in becoming “property of”.

Then her brother steals from the club. Marie can save him by giving Horse what he wants—at home, in public, on his bike… If she’s a very, very good girl, she’ll get lots more of those orgasms only he can offer, and he’ll let her brother live.
Maybe.

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MY REVIEW OF REAPER’S PROPERTY

Reaper’s Property by Joanna Wylde
Horse & Marie
“DON’T CALL ME SWEET BUTT!”
5 STARS!

I was told by my bestie Lori that if I already had read and liked Undeniable by Madeline Sheehan, that I should read this book… well well well… Lori hit the nail on the head once again… although this book is not as sinister and hard to swallow as Undeniable, it runs along the same lines as it in the characteristics of Motorcycle clubs, bad boys, and slutty girls!!! There are many different dark angles this book takes from drugs, betrayal, roughness, kidnapping, death, and just plain old drama! There is a lot of use of the “Cee U Next Tuesday” word and others like it, so if that offends you, don’t read this book, if it excites you… get yo ass on it now!! It’s definitely not for the faint of heart… if you’re looking for a light read, keep looking… this book touches on some sensitive subjects which in turn make this story one of the best I’ve read this year.

Marie is one of those characters that I had diverse emotions about throughout the entire book… at times I felt sorry for her and then 10 pages later I wanted to beat the shit out of her… She’s really a good person, a great friend, an awesome sister, an excellent daughter, and by far the BEST “Old Lady,” however, she seemed to have a hard time putting trust where trust was warranted… that being said, Horse was and is a jackwagon… He definitely rubbed me the wrong and right way, but for all the shit he did and said… He really is a good guy… In a bad boy alpha male sort of way!!!! LOL!! There were great villains and supporting characters abound such as… Max, Jeff, Picnic, Em, Darcy, and too many more to mention. As a whole, these characters worked very well together and I wouldn’t mind seeing a sequel to this book as there are sooo many unattached, unmarried, and uncommitted bad boy’s at the Reaper’s armory!!

I found myself not wanting to put my kindle down EVER while reading this… took it with me everywhere… even inside a water park (daring I know)!!! 😉 It was 264 (kindle version) pages long and know this… there is so much turmoil and angst packed into those 264 pages, you actually feel like you’ve just read around 350 pages instead… Don’t know how Joanna did it, but there was so much element, so much feeling, and so many highs and lows to keep me glued from cover to cover!!!

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New Release & Review: Sinner’s Revenge by Kim Jones

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The sizzling second book featuring the Sinner’s Creed Motorcycle Club, bikers bent on riding chrome and meting out mayhem…

Shady has spent the last eight years of his life dedicated to the Sinner’s Creed Motorcycle Club. But after losing the man who was both his brother and his best friend, he has a new purpose—to avenge the death of the greatest nomad in Sinner’s Creed history.

His plan is flawless. His mission is simple: seek and destroy. There is no room for distractions—especially a distraction like Diem.

She’s infuriating. Demanding. Complicated. Impossible. And for some reason, Shady can’t stay away. But he only has space in his heart for one love: Sinner’s Creed. And the club always comes first. Always.

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MY REVIEW

Sinner’s Revenge by Kim Jones
Shady & Diem
LOVED IT WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING
5 Freakin’ Shady Stars

So, this is the second installment of The Sinner’s Creed series and oh so damn good! This one is similar, yet way different than the first book. So many plot twists and much emotion that it kept me on the edge of my seat almost the entire time.

Shady is dead set on avenging Dirk and he’ll stop at nothing to do it. His one track mind can’t see anything but dead Death Mob members. That is until he meets Diem. His mind tends to waver a bit, but not enough to detour him from his original plan. He’s mean, he’s lean, and he’s tough as nails. I fell in love with him in Sinner’s Creed and my love for him only grew as I saw the turmoil he lived day in and day out.

Diem was a little harder for me to love. First there’s the name… DIEM… what does it mean? Is it short for something else? Did Kim make this name up? Does she really know someone named Diem? These are questions I’ll be asking Kim the next time I see her! Now, Diem came across as a little brash right from the get go, but once that major plot twist came through I understood more about her and came to love her with all the vigor and zest my body could handle.

The supporting character cast isn’t too large. Rookie and Carrie make the story more interesting just with their presence. Rookie makes Shady’s life seem funny sometimes and Carrie seems to keep Rookie grounded, which intern keeps Shady grounded.

Well.. I’m here to tell you that Kim has yet another excellent read here. The storyline is once again so compelling that I struggled to put it down. The characters are extremely powerful and keep you hanging on every word. The dialogue flows and the pacing is somewhat fast yet keeps you enthralled at all times. Kim creates plenty of tension and throws a huge plot twist at you that when you finally reach the climax you’ll feel at the very least, spent! I loved it!

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Kim Jones is a writer with big dreams. Inspired by her personal experience inside the MC life, she’s chosen to write biker romance stories that are authentic—expressing the true meaning of brotherhood and the lifestyle of motorcycle clubs.

In 2013, Kim began her self-publishing journey. Saving Dallas, her first MC series, is based on the life of an influential president who juggles the pressures of the Devil’s Renegades Motorcycle Club, and the search for true love.

Taking the club life and her career a step further, Berkley will be releasing Sinner’s Creed, her second MC series, in March of 2016—an inside look into the life of a 1%er and his sacrifice for what he believes in.

Kim plans to continue to self-publish off her Saving Dallas series, and has signed a two book deal with Penguin-Random House for Sinner’s Creed. She resides in south Mississippi with her husband, Reggie, two dogs, a cat and a donkey.

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Ryan Michele’s bestselling RAVAGE ME is available now, for free! If you haven’t gotten your hands on Cruz and Harlow’s story, you do not want to miss out on meeting these two badass characters and their explosive romance!

 

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About RAVAGE ME

After spending the last two years stuck behind bars for a crime she didn’t commit, Harlow ‘Princess’ Gavelson’s time inside has finally come to an end, and she’s ready for revenge. Unfortunately, being the daughter to the Vice President of the Ravage Motorcycle Club cuts into her plans, as orders must be followed. Trying to settle back into this life is proving difficult when the tables are turned and the woman who framed her is out for blood. Lucky for Princess, growing up in a MC has taught her how to hold her own.

After spending years in hell overseas, Donavon ‘Cruz’ came home to lose the very thing he went into hell for, sending him to the darkest moments of his life. Joining Ravage two years ago was his safe haven, and he protects his family at all costs.

When a dark-haired bombshell struts into the club’s shop, he’s caught off guard but immediately knows she’s the one he’d do anything for. Tough as nails, and taking no crap from anyone, he’s captivated by a woman who could handle this life. Trying to meet the needs of the MC business and follow his heart proves to be difficult when the two collide, and lives are at stake.

Can these two find a way to be together, or will the needs of Ravage cost them everything, including their lives?

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About Ryan Michele

Ryan Michele found her passion in making fictional characters come to life. She loves being in an imaginative world where anything is possible and has a knack for special twists readers don’t see coming.

She writes MC, Contemporary, Erotic, Paranormal, New Adult, Inspirational, and many more romances. And whether it’s bikers, wolf shifters, mafia, or beyond, Ryan spends her time making sure her heroes are strong and her heroines match them at every turn.

When she isn’t writing, Ryan is a mom and wife living in rural Illinois and reading by her pond in the warm sun.

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