November 16, 2015

Blog Tour {ARC Review + Excerpt + Giveaway}: Reaper's Fall (Reapers MC #5) by Joanna Wylde

Title: Reaper’s Fall
Author: Joanna Wylde
Series: Reapers MC #5
Genre: contemporary romance

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.

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** 4,5-5 “I’m sorry, Mel.” STARS **
“I’d fallen in love with Melanie Tucker. Not some little-boy, bullsh*t needy “love” like I’d felt for Emmy Hayes –this was NOTHING like that. This was DEEP, almost PAINFUL in its unholy intensity. It was like she’d sent tendrils burrowing deep inside, binding us together so tightly I’d die if I ever tried to pull them out. I was truly, deeply, and utterly f*cked, because I f*cking LOVED this girl...and she wasn’t for me.” ~ PAINTER 

Levi “Painter” Brooks will be out of this hellhole of a prison in two weeks. He will get back his freedom and go back to Coeur d’Alene, to his bike, to his club, his brothers and…Melanie Tucker. The girl that writes him letters every week. The girl Painter imagines at night while trying to...relieve himself. Sweet Melanie. Sweet, innocent, little Melanie who would only be ruined if Painter ever got his hands on her.

That’s why Painter will stay away from her. She’s nothing to him anyway, right? They must have spent maybe 8 hours together in total, and nothing earth-shattering ever happened...Painter probably just imagined how beautiful and sexy she was. Prison does that to a man, you know?

Painter will leave Melanie alone when he gets out. He will let her have a normal life, find herself a normal boyfriend and just be happy. He doesn’t want her. Or need her. Or crave her. No, she’s just another b*tch. Right?

Yeah, right…
“I’m coming home soon. You should run away while you still can, Mel. I’ll make you dirty, so dirty you’ll never be clean again. I’ll make you pay me back the hard way. You think you’re all grown up, but you’re not. There’s so much I could teach you…DO TO YOU. Jesus, if you only knew, you’d NEVER write to me again. You should move to Alaska. Change your name. Good luck, though, because I’ll find you and take you and-” ~ PAINTER


OVERALL: Painter was a hot mess, and Melanie could hold a grudge, that's for sure, but this book was everything I've expected and more. Beautiful. Just beautiful.

** ARC provided via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review **


“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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