Reaper’s Fall is the newest standalone in the Reaper's MC Series. Painter & Melanie's story is FINALLY here!
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Blurb
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.
Levi “Painter” Brooks joined the Reapers motorcycle club and finally found where he belongs in the world. His fellow members quickly became his brothers; he would do anything to protect the club. His undying loyalty got him thrown in prison for a crime committed while helping the club. Painter never had anyone or anything in his life that matter more to him then the acceptance of his brothers. That was until Melanie Tucker stepped into his world and turned it upside down. He became addicted to her innocence, he craved her, he tried to ignore her but his hunger for her was too strong.
Melanie Tucker’s home life wasn’t great. Her mom just up and left her alone with a drunk of a father with no explanation. When she meets her friend Jessica and her Aunt London she finds a new home. She is then able to start a new life for herself. Mel never could have imagined the man of her dreams would come roaring into her life on a shiny motorcycle or that he would wreak havoc on her heart.
I was excited finally, to get Painter and Melanie’s story. I was sure that he would annoy and frustrate me and that he did over and over. There were moments I wanted to kick Painter in the family jewels and moments I wanted to kiss him stupid. Melanie’s innocence in the beginning was irritating at times but I believe it was meant to be that way. The character needed to grow and evolved as the years went on having her heartbroken, becoming a single mother, and experiencing terrible tragedy without the comfort of her baby’s father. I love how she pulled herself up in the face of sorrow, became a nurse, and was able to support herself and her child.
Painter surprised me at how much he ended up embracing fatherhood. Nothing was more important than the well being of his daughter. When Melanie brings Izzy as an infant to meet her father for the first time I could not stop the tears from falling onto my e-reader as I read the emotional scene. He spends years getting to know her and trying to build a relationship. While at the same time attempting to win Melanie’s heart back and finally claim the family he deserves to have. Melanie is scared and nervous to let Painter back in, she doesn’t believe Painter’s broken promises; she makes him work for it and why not he really messed up.
“I’d fallen in love with Melanie Tucker. Not some little-boy, bullshit needy “love” like I’d felt for Emmy Hayes—this was nothing like that.”
When Painter and Melanie are together, the passion is electric. There are some great sensual sex scenes in this book that show cased their love for each other. The push and pull of their relationship took you on a rollercoaster ride of emotions. They love each other so fiercely that it destroys them both for a while. I felt like they needed the time they spent apart to be better people and grow up so they could be good parents and better for each other. Their love for their daughter is what brings them together and it’s beautiful to read how this crazy family becomes whole.
“You’re a hero, Mel.” – “Nope, I’m just a nurse. But remember tonight the next time we have a fight okay? Because I know about a hundred different ways to kill you in your sleep, bring you back, and then do it all over again.” His eyes widened, and Izzy laughed, clapping her hands. Best. Kid. Ever.”
Joanna Wylde is at the top of my list of favorite authors. The Reaper’s MC Series is the best MC romance out there. All of the stories reel you in, grab you, and take you on a thrill ride on the back of a bike with the wind in your hair. There is an epilogue and a bonus epilogue I love Jo’s epilogues they always get to me. I highly recommend all her books.
Melanie Tucker’s home life wasn’t great. Her mom just up and left her alone with a drunk of a father with no explanation. When she meets her friend Jessica and her Aunt London she finds a new home. She is then able to start a new life for herself. Mel never could have imagined the man of her dreams would come roaring into her life on a shiny motorcycle or that he would wreak havoc on her heart.
I was excited finally, to get Painter and Melanie’s story. I was sure that he would annoy and frustrate me and that he did over and over. There were moments I wanted to kick Painter in the family jewels and moments I wanted to kiss him stupid. Melanie’s innocence in the beginning was irritating at times but I believe it was meant to be that way. The character needed to grow and evolved as the years went on having her heartbroken, becoming a single mother, and experiencing terrible tragedy without the comfort of her baby’s father. I love how she pulled herself up in the face of sorrow, became a nurse, and was able to support herself and her child.
Painter surprised me at how much he ended up embracing fatherhood. Nothing was more important than the well being of his daughter. When Melanie brings Izzy as an infant to meet her father for the first time I could not stop the tears from falling onto my e-reader as I read the emotional scene. He spends years getting to know her and trying to build a relationship. While at the same time attempting to win Melanie’s heart back and finally claim the family he deserves to have. Melanie is scared and nervous to let Painter back in, she doesn’t believe Painter’s broken promises; she makes him work for it and why not he really messed up.
“I’d fallen in love with Melanie Tucker. Not some little-boy, bullshit needy “love” like I’d felt for Emmy Hayes—this was nothing like that.”
When Painter and Melanie are together, the passion is electric. There are some great sensual sex scenes in this book that show cased their love for each other. The push and pull of their relationship took you on a rollercoaster ride of emotions. They love each other so fiercely that it destroys them both for a while. I felt like they needed the time they spent apart to be better people and grow up so they could be good parents and better for each other. Their love for their daughter is what brings them together and it’s beautiful to read how this crazy family becomes whole.
“You’re a hero, Mel.” – “Nope, I’m just a nurse. But remember tonight the next time we have a fight okay? Because I know about a hundred different ways to kill you in your sleep, bring you back, and then do it all over again.” His eyes widened, and Izzy laughed, clapping her hands. Best. Kid. Ever.”
Joanna Wylde is at the top of my list of favorite authors. The Reaper’s MC Series is the best MC romance out there. All of the stories reel you in, grab you, and take you on a thrill ride on the back of a bike with the wind in your hair. There is an epilogue and a bonus epilogue I love Jo’s epilogues they always get to me. I highly recommend all her books.
“You’re not going back to the party.”
She cocked her head, and I saw the confusion in her alcohol- glazed eyes as she wrinkled her nose at me. All cute, like a rabbit.
“You look like a bunny.”
“You look like an ax murder,” she said, frowning. “And I thought London was looking for me. Aren’t we going the wrong way?”
“I lied. I do that a lot,” I told her, staring at her lips. I reached out, catching her chin in my hand, running my thumb across her lips. Our eyes locked, and I don’t know if her pulse started to rise but mine sure as fuck did. What the hell had I been thinking, writing to this girl? She was so pretty and perfect and had this amazing, magical life just waiting for her and all I could think about was dragging her down into the dirt and shoving my cock into every hole she had.
She’d scream while I did it, too, the same sweet screams that played in my head every night while I jacked off.
I hated myself.
“Why did you lie?” she asked, her voice a whisper.
“To get you away from Taz. It’s not safe with him.”
Mel’s forehead creased in confusion, her brain moving so slowly I could practically see the wheels turning behind her eyes. She might be smart as fuck most of the time, but she’d transitioned to drunker than fuck tonight. Kit. Kit and Em. They’d done this to her.
I leaned in closer, catching her scent. For an instant I swayed, so tempted . . .
“They told me all about you,” she whispered.
“Who?”
“The other girls. Kit, Em. Jessica. I know how you operate,” she continued. One of her hands rose, touching my chest. Fire burst through me, because if I’d wanted her before I was desperate for her now. She was so soft, so sweet . . . so perfect.
Then her words sank in.
“What did you just say?”
“They told me all about you,” she said, eyes dropping to stare at my lips. “They told me you have a Madonna-whore complex.” I froze.
“A what?”
“A Madonna-whore complex,” she repeated, her voice earnest. “You like to screw dirty girls and you put clean girls on pedestals, where they can stay perfect and pure. That’s pretty messed up, Painter. There’s no such thing as Madonnas and whores. We’re all just people.”
The words stunned me. What the hell was she talking about? Just because I didn’t want her dragged down in the drama and bullshit of this life didn’t mean I had some sort of fucking complex. And who the hell were the Hayes sisters to have an opinion? I couldn’t tell what pissed me off more—the fact that they’d talked to Mel about me or that they hadn’t done a better job of scaring her off.
She wasn’t supposed to be here.
“Kit and Em are crazy, and that friend of yours—Jessica? She’s like a car crash. You don’t belong here, Mel.”
“And where do I belong?”
“With some nice kid who’ll treat you like a queen and work his ass off to give you everything perfect for the rest of your life.” The words were practically a growl.
Her eyes widened.
“What if I don’t want perfect?”
“Too fucking bad, because that’s what you’re getting.”
She cocked her head, and I saw the confusion in her alcohol- glazed eyes as she wrinkled her nose at me. All cute, like a rabbit.
“You look like a bunny.”
“You look like an ax murder,” she said, frowning. “And I thought London was looking for me. Aren’t we going the wrong way?”
“I lied. I do that a lot,” I told her, staring at her lips. I reached out, catching her chin in my hand, running my thumb across her lips. Our eyes locked, and I don’t know if her pulse started to rise but mine sure as fuck did. What the hell had I been thinking, writing to this girl? She was so pretty and perfect and had this amazing, magical life just waiting for her and all I could think about was dragging her down into the dirt and shoving my cock into every hole she had.
She’d scream while I did it, too, the same sweet screams that played in my head every night while I jacked off.
I hated myself.
“Why did you lie?” she asked, her voice a whisper.
“To get you away from Taz. It’s not safe with him.”
Mel’s forehead creased in confusion, her brain moving so slowly I could practically see the wheels turning behind her eyes. She might be smart as fuck most of the time, but she’d transitioned to drunker than fuck tonight. Kit. Kit and Em. They’d done this to her.
I leaned in closer, catching her scent. For an instant I swayed, so tempted . . .
“They told me all about you,” she whispered.
“Who?”
“The other girls. Kit, Em. Jessica. I know how you operate,” she continued. One of her hands rose, touching my chest. Fire burst through me, because if I’d wanted her before I was desperate for her now. She was so soft, so sweet . . . so perfect.
Then her words sank in.
“What did you just say?”
“They told me all about you,” she said, eyes dropping to stare at my lips. “They told me you have a Madonna-whore complex.” I froze.
“A what?”
“A Madonna-whore complex,” she repeated, her voice earnest. “You like to screw dirty girls and you put clean girls on pedestals, where they can stay perfect and pure. That’s pretty messed up, Painter. There’s no such thing as Madonnas and whores. We’re all just people.”
The words stunned me. What the hell was she talking about? Just because I didn’t want her dragged down in the drama and bullshit of this life didn’t mean I had some sort of fucking complex. And who the hell were the Hayes sisters to have an opinion? I couldn’t tell what pissed me off more—the fact that they’d talked to Mel about me or that they hadn’t done a better job of scaring her off.
She wasn’t supposed to be here.
“Kit and Em are crazy, and that friend of yours—Jessica? She’s like a car crash. You don’t belong here, Mel.”
“And where do I belong?”
“With some nice kid who’ll treat you like a queen and work his ass off to give you everything perfect for the rest of your life.” The words were practically a growl.
Her eyes widened.
“What if I don’t want perfect?”
“Too fucking bad, because that’s what you’re getting.”
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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