Published by: BERKLEY Publishing Group
on October 7, 2014
Genres: Contemporary Women, MC
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As Reapers Motorcycle Club president, Reese “Picnic” Hayes has given his entire life to the club. After losing his wife, he knew he’d never love another woman. And with two daughters to raise and a club to manage, that was just fine with him. These days, Reese keeps his relationships free and easy—he definitely doesn’t want to waste his time on a glorified cleaning lady like London Armstrong.
Too bad he’s completely obsessed with her.
Besides running her own business, London’s got her junkie cousin’s daughter to look after—a more reckless than average eighteen-year-old. Sure she’s attracted to the Reapers’ president, but she’s not stupid. Reese Hayes is a criminal and a thug. But when her young cousin gets caught up with a ruthless drug cartel, Reese might be the only man who can help her. Now London has to make the hardest decision of her life—how far will she go to save her family?
If you thought the previous Reapers MC books by Joanna Wylde were HOT, well, you haven’t seen NOTHIN’ yet! I have been waiting for Picnic’s story for what feels like forever! When I was given the opportunity to read this early, I about flipped by shit! An actual scream come out of my mouth when I finally got Reaper’s Stand in my greedy little hands! Just like in typical MC Romance fashion, Reaper’s Stand is rude, crude, dirty, raw, gritty, and emotionally draining! Unlike typical MC Romance fashion, this book has the magic of Joanna Wylde’s talent filtered throughout it! The life Ms. Wylde breathes into her characters has such realness, and such grit to it, you can’t help but care for them, even if they piss you off most of the time. YEAH…I’m talking about you Mr. Hayes!!!
As you know, Picnic is a total gorgeous, BADASS that gets what he wants, when he wants it, and he takes no prisoners! He is not quiet about his cravings of the sexual nature, and would kill anyone who would be stupid enough to cross him. I don’t know what it is with these all-consuming, demanding, dirty-talkin’ jackasses that gets me hot, but I’ll tell you what, I would probably do anything that this man demands of me…ANYTHING! Because even though he talks the talk, and walks the walk, deep down, he does have a heart…It has just been broken and hidden ever since he lost his old lady. Sworn to never take another old lady again, the woman who has been taking up some space in his mind, walks through his office door looking delectable as ever, that wall surrounding his heart, starts to slowly chip away. He sees something in London, something he doesn’t deserve, but craves like his next breath.
London can’t remember a time when she actually did something for herself. She is selfless, loyal, and nurturing to a fault. Stepping foot into the Reaper’s Clubhouse to try to find her cousin’s daughter that she is caring for, she knew what she was getting into. London knew what these Reaper’s were capable of, but she walked through that door anyway. When it came to family, NOTHING would stop her from kicking down every door in that place. Standing in close proximity to Picnic unnerves her and turns her on all at the same time. She knows better than to get involved with the Prez, and become another notch on his every changing bedpost. The pull, the chemistry, the chemistry becomes undeniable. There is an intense spark, electricity, a sonic boom there, and pretty soon, her defenses will drop, and Picnic will devour her whole.
Loyalties are tested in this scorching, suspenseful journey full of drug cartels, murder, and sex. Reaper’s Stand is EVERYTHING you could ever want and more. Brace yourselves, for a wild ride with the Reaper’s MC. The characters you love, and love to hate are back with their foul mouths and sexy as sin bodies. I will never get enough of Ms. Wylde’s imagination, and I can’t wait to see what is next for my favorite MC!
“Are you gonna sit down or not?” he asked.
“I’m really uncomfortable with”—I gestured toward the woman—“this.” “That’s not exactly my problem,” he said, dropping a hand to rest on her head. “But if it’s an issue, you can take her place.”
“No,” I said quickly.
“Then sit the fuck down and tell me why you’re here.”
His voice tightened, and I realized he was running out of patience. Fair enough—he obviously had other things on his . . . ahem . . . mind. I carefully perched on the edge of the couch, facing the door. This was actually better, I realized. I didn’t have to look at him now. Although I could feel the woman’s movements through the furniture frame and that was very creepy.
“My cousin’s daughter is somewhere at this party,” I said quickly. “Her name is Jessica, and she has very poor judgment. I’d really like to get her out of here and home before she does something completely stupid.”
Like set the building on fire.
“You got shit timing.”
I didn’t respond, because what the hell would I say? So far as I knew, Hallmark didn’t make a “Sorry I Interrupted Your Oral Sex” card.
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