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.
Now Painter Brooks is coming home… and Melanie’s about to learn that there’s no room for innocence in the Reapers MC.
Reaper’s
Fall is the newest standalone in the Reaper's MC Series. Painter & Melanie's story:
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This is Painter and Melanie’s story and it did not
disappoint….
While Painter is in jail, serving a sentence he was handed
for doing club business he and Mel have become pen pals. Their relationship
starts off innocently enough but they both know that there is something else
brewing and end up having feelings for each other. Painter doesn’t believe he
is good enough for her and keeps his distance once he is released, and can’t
decide if he wants to be with her or leave her be, while Melanie wants him but
is sick of the game he is playing.
Painter always puts the club first and when Mel receives
some news she has to make the decision if the life he leads is something she
can handle forever. To find out more about this roller coaster of club life,
drama, passion and suspense you are going to have to go one-click a copy of
Reapers Fall!!
I absolutely love Joanna’s books and drop everything when a
new one is released. If you are a fan of MC books and haven’t ventured into the
world of the Reapers as of yet you are definitely missing out on some great
reading!! The books are gritty but not outrageous, the stories are woven together
seamlessly and her characters are amazing. The angst and romance are balanced
perfectly and the thigh clenching steaminess that Jo is known for is right
there for the drooling over.
This book had me at the get go and I wasn’t able
to put it down that being said I’m giving Reapers Fall 5 wildly bright flaming
stars!
“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.
Joanna Wylde is a New York Times bestselling author and
creator of the Reapers Motorcycle Club series. She currently lives in Idaho.