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.
In the fourth book of the Reaper’s MC series we finally get Picnic’s book, and this was one that I had really been looking forward to his book since the first time I read Reaper’s Property. Sadly, and it really pains me to even say that this one is not going to be one of my favorites. I liked it, but I did not love it like I have the previous books in this series. Now before y’all come at me with pitchforks and try to kill me in my sleep let me be perfectly clear. I loved Picnic, I loved seeing the rest of the Reaper’s, but what I did not love was London and I promise you I tried I really, really did.
London. What can I possible say about London that isn’t negative or bashing? Unfortunately, there isn’t much that I can say. I could not connect with her at all. She is a bitch in my opinion who even though she is taking care of her ungrateful niece, which could have gotten her off my hate list if she hadn’t been so judgmental and thinking she was better than anyone else at times.
Picnic, now let’s talk about him for a second shall we? Now can he be an asshole who you want to run over with his own motorcycle? Yep he sure as hell can be, but he can also break your heart with how much he still loves his wife and how much he loves his daughters. I loved him and he is the only reason why I didn’t hate this book.
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I shuddered, and shook my head, burying my face in his shoulder as he started working my clit harder. My hips twisted over his, grinding his cock down hard as the tension built inside me.
“Ladies first,” he whispered, then used his hand on my ass to lift me just enough for him to shove three fingers down deep inside. Holy crap. I don’t know how he pulled it off logistically and I didn’t care. All that mattered was the way he filled me up and ground down on my clit at the same time. My heart was beating too fast and I felt dizzy with need and desire and pleasure that wound so tight I thought I might explode. Oh, God… please explode! Then it hit and I bit his shoulder so I wouldn’t scream, waves of ecstasy shattering me. My body went lump over his, and he pulled the hand that’d tortured me free. Then it was at my mouth, pushing inside until I tasted myself all over him as he gripped my jaw in a soft but firm hold.
“You ready to suck my cock?”
I nodded so fast it made me dizzy. Then I slithered down his body, ripping at his jeans and pulling his belt free. he lifted his hips to help me, his erection springing free to slap up against his belly. Id seen it before, of course, but never quite this close and personal. We hadn’t had a normal courtship, and I realized with a shock that we’d only had sex three times, total. Wow. Felt like so much more than that.
A little frission of excitement raced up my spine- there was so much more about him I couldn’t wait to learn. I giggled, giddy and he grinned down at me, wrapping his fingers tight into my hair.
“I feel like a kid when I’m with you.”
“I do, too,” I whispered back.
Previous Books in the Reaper’s MC Series
Reaper’s Property (bk 1)
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Reaper’s Legacy (bk 2)
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Devil’s Game (bk 3)
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About the Author:
Joanna is a freelance writer living in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. She started writing fiction in 2002, then took a long hiatus to explore other writing opportunities. She returned to fiction in January 2013 with ‘Reaper’s Property’, the first book in the Reapers Motorcycle Club series.