Reaper’s Fall is the newest standalone in the Reaper's MC Series. Painter & Melanie's story is FINALLY here!
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Blurb
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.
Rating: 5*
Title: Reapers Fall
Author: Joanna Wylde
Publisher: Berkley
Genre: Romance, Contemporary Fiction
Pages: 372 Pages
Review: I loved Melanie in the last book and thought she was a great friend to Jessica. Even when Jessica needed a hard hit upside her head, Melanie tried to help her even though she knew Jessica would get mad at her. This book turns it around and has Jessica being there for Melanie.
Title: Reapers Fall
Author: Joanna Wylde
Publisher: Berkley
Genre: Romance, Contemporary Fiction
Pages: 372 Pages
Review: I loved Melanie in the last book and thought she was a great friend to Jessica. Even when Jessica needed a hard hit upside her head, Melanie tried to help her even though she knew Jessica would get mad at her. This book turns it around and has Jessica being there for Melanie.
This book had some funny parts in it. The kind where you're kind of snorting trying not to laugh out loud when you're out in public kind of funny but you end up snorting and people look at you anyway. So my suggestion to you is go ahead and laugh out loud. If people are going to look at you, might as well make it good and give them something to really look at. Right? Works for me.
While reading this book there were quite a few times I wanted to sit down and tell Melanie "Girl, you have that hot a$$ man after you, just let it go. For the love of Pete, let it go." I also thought a few smacks upside her head would help too.
While reading this book there were quite a few times I wanted to sit down and tell Melanie "Girl, you have that hot a$$ man after you, just let it go. For the love of Pete, let it go." I also thought a few smacks upside her head would help too.
Painter has more depth to him then I originally thought. I liked seeing what he was doing and was able to do with his art. Yes, he made some bad decisions but he paid for them. He paid dearly for them and regrets it. He missed so much and feels it. He gets his life together as much as one can in an MC club and is trying to do the right thing. One man can only take so much rejection before he says enough is enough. Did I mention how patient Painter is? Holy smokes, he's more patient than a lot of men. I'm not a patient person, I'm more of a instant gratification person, so this just boggles my mind.
This book does have some steamy parts in it too, in case you were wondering. You also get to see the brothers in the MC which makes you want to re-read their stories.
I do like the epilogues this book has. They wrap up the story for me and give me the warm fuzzies.
“You’re not going back to the party.”
She cocked her head, and I saw the confusion in her alcohol- glazed eyes as she wrinkled her nose at me. All cute, like a rabbit.
“You look like a bunny.”
“You look like an ax murder,” she said, frowning. “And I thought London was looking for me. Aren’t we going the wrong way?”
“I lied. I do that a lot,” I told her, staring at her lips. I reached out, catching her chin in my hand, running my thumb across her lips. Our eyes locked, and I don’t know if her pulse started to rise but mine sure as fuck did. What the hell had I been thinking, writing to this girl? She was so pretty and perfect and had this amazing, magical life just waiting for her and all I could think about was dragging her down into the dirt and shoving my cock into every hole she had.
She’d scream while I did it, too, the same sweet screams that played in my head every night while I jacked off.
I hated myself.
“Why did you lie?” she asked, her voice a whisper.
“To get you away from Taz. It’s not safe with him.”
Mel’s forehead creased in confusion, her brain moving so slowly I could practically see the wheels turning behind her eyes. She might be smart as fuck most of the time, but she’d transitioned to drunker than fuck tonight. Kit. Kit and Em. They’d done this to her.
I leaned in closer, catching her scent. For an instant I swayed, so tempted . . .
“They told me all about you,” she whispered.
“Who?”
“The other girls. Kit, Em. Jessica. I know how you operate,” she continued. One of her hands rose, touching my chest. Fire burst through me, because if I’d wanted her before I was desperate for her now. She was so soft, so sweet . . . so perfect.
Then her words sank in.
“What did you just say?”
“They told me all about you,” she said, eyes dropping to stare at my lips. “They told me you have a Madonna-whore complex.” I froze.
“A what?”
“A Madonna-whore complex,” she repeated, her voice earnest. “You like to screw dirty girls and you put clean girls on pedestals, where they can stay perfect and pure. That’s pretty messed up, Painter. There’s no such thing as Madonnas and whores. We’re all just people.”
The words stunned me. What the hell was she talking about? Just because I didn’t want her dragged down in the drama and bullshit of this life didn’t mean I had some sort of fucking complex. And who the hell were the Hayes sisters to have an opinion? I couldn’t tell what pissed me off more—the fact that they’d talked to Mel about me or that they hadn’t done a better job of scaring her off.
She wasn’t supposed to be here.
“Kit and Em are crazy, and that friend of yours—Jessica? She’s like a car crash. You don’t belong here, Mel.”
“And where do I belong?”
“With some nice kid who’ll treat you like a queen and work his ass off to give you everything perfect for the rest of your life.” The words were practically a growl.
Her eyes widened.
“What if I don’t want perfect?”
“Too fucking bad, because that’s what you’re getting.”
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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