Reaper's Fall
Reapers MC #5
By:
Joanna Wylde
Published:
Nov. 10, 2015
Publisher:
Berkley Romance
Source:
eARC from the publisher in exchange for a honest review
Book Summary:
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.
My Thoughts:
My Rating:
I've been waiting not so patiently for Painter and Melanie's story! As anyone who reads our blog knows, I am a huge fan of Joanna Wylde's, Reapers MC Series. I love all of these characters, and have been following their storylines since the very first book in the series.
Levi "Painter" Brooks had a dysfunctional and rough childhood. He was bounced around in the foster care system, and in and out of juvenile hall at a young age. Then, he met a member of the Reapers MC Club, who took him under his wing, and made him a part of the brotherhood. The Reapers are the only family that Painter has ever known, and he's pledged his loyalty to them. The only things that matter to Painter are his brothers and his artwork.
However, things change when he meets Melanie Tucker. They spend a short time as friends, and then Painter is incarcerated for a year. During that time, Melanie and Painter exchange numerous letters, and develop a crush on one another. Yet, when Painter returns home, he keeps his distance from Melanie, because he doesn't want to drag her down, and he believes that she deserves better than him.
Melanie is extremely close to London and her niece, Jessica. London is involved in a serious relationship with "Picnic," The Reapers President. Therefore, Painter and Melanie find themselves in close proximity with one another time and time again. Painter staying away from Melanie proves to be impossible. As these two fall in love, the possibility of them having a relationship is tested repeatedly. Melanie needs to be a top priority to Painter, and not second to the club. Painter keeps putting himself in bad situations, and risking himself and Melanie's trust. Will Painter have to choose between The Reapers and Melanie? Or, will these two find a way to be happy together?
Reaper's Fall was full of hot alpha males, dangerous enemies, and plot twists. The pacing of the story was rapid, as this story was chock full of suspense, rough and raw sexiness, and an excellent primary and secondary cast of characters. Ms. Wylde writes the best biker romance, and I love all of her stories. I'm looking forward to seeing whose story is next!
My Rating:
I give, Reaper's Fall, by Joanna Wylde, 4 Passionate Love Hate Relationship, Raw Sex-Appeal, Dangerous Enemies, Close-Knit Reaper Family Filled Stars!
Book Teasers:
Book Excerpt:
“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.
