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Blurb
New York Times bestselling author Joanna Wylde returns to the āwild and rawā* world of the Reapers MC with the story of Gage and Tinkerā¦
The club comes first.
Iāve lived by those words my whole lifeāassumed Iād 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. Sheās beautiful, sheās loyal, and she works so damned hard it scares me sometimes . . . She deserves a good manāone better than me. I canāt take her yet because the club still needs me. Thereās another woman, another job, another fight just ahead.
Now sheāll learn Iāve been lying to her all along. None of itās real. Not my name, not my job, not even the clothes I wear. She thinks Iām nice. She pretends weāre just friends, that Iāve still got a soul . . . Mineās been dead for years. Now Iām on fire for this woman, and a man can only burn for so long before he destroys everything around him.
Iām coming for you, Tinker.
Soon.
Excerpt
āI canāt believe how late it is,ā Tinker said, yawning, and I realized the movie had ended. Now she stretched upward, the blanket falling to her waist as her boobs pushed forward.
God, how much should a man be expected to take?
I shouldāve stayed away from her completelyāthatād been the planābut something had snapped when Iād seen her out in the courtyard. Couldnāt remember the last time Iād met a woman like Tinker. She was smart and sexy and funny, and she worked damned hard to take care of her family and business. Sure, I wanted to fuck herāyouād have to be gay not toābut I respected her, too.
āI should probably get going,ā she said, offering me a smile so sweet I wanted to bite her lips. āI like to check on Dad before going to sleep, and Iāve got to be up early in the morning. Iāve got to package orders for the courier tomorrowāif they arenāt ready by two p.m., Iām screwed.ā
I considered rolling over on top of her. Pushing her down into the couch cushions, shoving my leg between hers, and showing her what a real man feels like.
āCooper?ā she asked, looking confused. I blinked a couple times, forcing myself to focus on her face.
āIām going to watch another one,ā I told her, because Iām a goddamn masochist. āYou sure youāre ready to head out?ā
She frowned, and I could almost read her thoughts. Yes, she should leave. But she wanted me as much as I wanted her. And yeah, I realize that makes me sound like an egotistical ass, but this wasnāt my first rodeo. I saw the lust in her eyes, and the way she licked her lips and stared at my mouth. This wasnāt a one-way street, not even close.
āI guess I could stay a little longer,ā she whispered. Christ, she was so sweet and soft. I wanted to bite her even more now. Suck that pouty lower lip into my mouth and shove a finger up her ass.
Break her.
Youāre one sick fuck.
Why yes. Yes, I am. Thanks for noticing.
I managed to control the urge, catching her hand instead, giving it a friendly squeeze like some kind of pathetic tool. Her fingers tightened on mine, then she pulled away and snuggled back down under the blanket, raising her feet to rest on the coffee table. I grabbed the remote and clicked through the menu.
Tomorrow Iād do my job. Iād fuck Talia and spy on Marsh and look for any kind of weakness that might end this situation, the faster the better. Tonight, thoughāÆ.āÆ.āÆ. Tonight Iād pretend this wasnāt a waste of time.
Goddamn, but my dick hurt.
The next hour was torture.
Tinker sat next to me, all cute and classy and absolutely refusing to make any kind of eye contact. I donāt know how she felt, but to me the sexual tension hanging in the air was thick and heavy. I kept thinking about her hand in mineāsmall, but strong. The hand of someone who knew how to work hard. So far as I knew, Talia had never held down a job, let alone supported herself.
The couch shifted, and I glanced over to find Tinker sliding deeper into the cushions, drawing the blanket up to her chin. Our legs were maybe six inches apart. She shifted again, and then her hand bumped mine under the blanket. She jerked it back quickly, and I caught the hint of a flush on her cheeks. That was another thing I liked about herāher skin was so pale that I could see every hint of arousal.
Grabbing her hand, I pulled it over to rest on my thigh. This was a really bad idea, so I pointedly refused to think it through. Her hand tensed at first, then relaxed into my strength. My cock swelled against the fabric of my jeans, just inches from her fingersāitād be so easy to push her hand toward it, wrap it around my painfully swollen dick, and just go to town.
Tinkerās fingers gave a quick squeezeāalmost more of a spasmāand I bit back a groan.
Yeah, okay. Really, really bad idea. I should get off the couch and shut this shit down right now, because I couldnāt afford to blow things with Talia just yet. Instead I found myself leaning toward Tinker, bumping shoulders.
God.
Iād grown a pussy. No other explanation, because I couldnāt figure out why the hell else an adult man would sit holding hands under a damned blanket like a kid.
AMBER'S REVIEW
I have been reading this series since Reaper's Property came out and it remains one of my all time favorite MC series! I was very excited to read Gage's story and I was NOT disappointed! Gage is everything I want in a biker. Not only was their story amazing, but I learned a lot too. While dealing with all of the pratfalls of being the main characters in a story that are usual, our hero and heroine had to deal with traumatic natural disasters as well. There are points in this story that make you hold your breath...and points that make you release it.
I love that Tinker is not the usual heroine. She is a strong independent woman who can survive successfully without a man to hold her up. She has issues that we call can relate to and the will to keep her head up despite what is going on around her.
If you've read this series up to now you will not be disappointed. If you've not read any of these books yet please do yourself a favor and one click NOW!!!
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Authorās Note: This book was originally released through a small publisher in 2013. This independent edition has been lightly edited, and contains a bonus short, āSticky Sweetā (originally published on the authorās website) and a Q&A with the author.
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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