Title: Reapers Fall
Author: Joanna Wylde
Release Date: AVAILABLE NOW!!

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.
 “This whole place looks like a crime scene,” he said, winking at me. “Oh, God. What a metaphor for our relationship.”

Joanna Wylde is a girl after my own heart. She knows what I like and she delivers. I love a fantastic biker romance that hurts so good. I love a tough road, I love characters that piss me off, break my heart and put me back together. I love that and I got it and then some with Reaper's Fall.

Wylde goes above and beyond in the way she crafts this club, this whole world, these characters, all of it. The timing of each Reaper story overlaps previous books in a way that they never pick up where the last book left of, rather they are woven together so the reader is given an all encompassing view into the lives of these bikers, their women, their drama, their relations with other clubs. Each story is another piece of a huge puzzle, another brick in the wall and it's executed seamlessly.

I absolutely LOVED Melanie and Painter (when I wasn't hating him). Melanie's inner monologue had me smiling from ear to ear at times. She's sarcastic and quirky and I loved being in her head.  She is fiercely feminine and she has a vulnerability about her that I just connected with immediately. I really really loved her. With alternating first person points of view, I was equally enamored with Painter, with his thoughts and his inner monologue. With the way he looked at Melanie, the way he loved his club. He's deliciously alpha-biker-esque (yeah, that's a word) in the most glorious ways. He's abrasive and brash and tormented and I loved to hate him and hated to love him.

This is a friends to lovers romance... turned enemies to lovers romance... turned second chance love story... but a bad-ass biker version. Melanie and Painter have clearly wanted each other... BAD... since they first met. But for some odd reason, Painter has put Melanie in the friend zone. The sexual tension is at an all time high for so much of this book. But thanks to a crazy prologue, we know it goes somewhere... eventually. And we also know it crashes and burns... at some point. It's a bumpy road fraught with angst and rage and heartbreak. The sensual build, the push and pull, the frustration... it makes this road so deliciously addictive. While the second half of this book didn't completely own me in the same way the first half did, I couldn't put this book down. I love this series fiercely, and Reaper's Fall is up there with my favorites!

Jessica's Rating:

“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.

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