First in the new Silver Valley series from the New York Times bestselling author of the Reapers Motorcycle Club Novels.
Fourteen months. For fourteen months, Puck Redhouse sat in a cell and kept his mouth shut, protecting the Silver Bastards MC from their enemies. Then he was free and it was time for his reward--full membership in the club, along with a party to celebrate. That's when he saw Becca Jones for the first time and set everything in motion. Before the night ended he'd violated his parole and stolen her away from everything she knew.
Five years. It was five years ago that Puck destroyed Becca and saved her all in one night. She's been terrified of him ever since, but she's even more terrified of the monsters he still protects her from... But Becca refuses to let fear control her. She's living her life and moving forward, until she gets a phone call from the past she can't ignore. She has to go back, and there's only one man she can trust to go with her--the ex-con biker who rescued her once before.
Puck will help her again, but this time it'll be on his terms. No more lies, no more tears, and no more holding back what he really wants...
Puck and Becca’s story does not start out in a pretty way, it’s hard to read when you find out the circumstances and you really want to kill Becca’s step dad and mom to put it lightly. Puck just got out of prision after five years, he went away with Painter on drug charges and really didn’t need to be in the situation he was in. In a way he was screwed no matter what he did and I hated that he was put in that position. He waits and waits so more before claiming Becca and she does not want to be a biker’s old lady.
I had major issues with Becca’s character. I understood that she went through hell before Puck saved her. I understand why she feels the way she did about bikers in general. But what I couldn’t move past was how awful at times she didn’t just treat Puck but the rest of those who helped her get away from the hell she was in. I wanted to reach into my kindle, grab her by the hair and shake the living hell out of her. She was immature, bitchy and judgmental and needed a major attitude adjustment and wake up call. Don’t even get me started on her thoughts about her mom, nope not even allowing myself to get worked up over it.
Was Puck a saint? Bahahaha ummm no he wasn’t but I really did love his character. I am just a sucker for a biker, and Puck is one smoking hot sexy biker that is for sure. He is a good guy, trust me most men wouldn’t have done what he did and risked starting a possible war by saving Becca if he wasn’t. He protected her. Honestly he deserved so much more than her in my opinion.
I was super excited when I heard that Joanna Wylde was doing a new MC series, especially since it would be tied to her Reapers MC series which is one of my all time favorite MC series. I’m sad to say that I only just liked it and not loved it like I had hoped I would when I started reading it. With any new series there will be a lot of character introductions as well as back stories that tie in everything together. We have to find out who and where everyone stands and of course it is needed for not just the current book but future ones as well. It just seems like so much was going on that it took away from me being able to be hooked immediately like I have been in the past with Ms. Wylde’s books. I also just had so many issues that I just couldn’t overcome with Becca’s character as well as someone else who in a previous book I did not like interfering in Becca and Puck’s business, along with another couples. I am not going to give up on this series just yet because I pray that it will turn into the books we have come to know and love with strong females, sexy bikers instead of weak judgmental females and bikers who take more shit than they need to.
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Ignoring him, I settled back on my stool and surveyed the room. We sat in Becca’s section, and what I saw wasn’t making me happy. I knew she was a good waitress, but she’d just started here and it showed. Not only had she fucked up several orders, she didn’t quite seem to get the rhythm of the bar. That wasn’t my problem, though.
My problem was that despite these fuckups, nobody seemed to mind. I had a nasty suspicion this was due to her perky tits, friendly smile, and tight little ass that seriously just needed a bite taken right out of it.
She really, really needed to get a new job—every man in the place wanted her. Including me. Especially me. I hated them. All of them. I shifted uncomfortably, because just like every time I shared a room with her, my pants had gotten tight.
Torture. Becca was just so fucking fine on every level, and not just her looks. There was something about the way she carried herself . . . I couldn’t put my finger on it. Like she was dancing through life to some song nobody else could hear. Never met another woman like her—she wasn’t just sexy, she was a survivor and I admired that.
She’d grown up so much since the first time I’d met her. Bigger boobs, a nice fullness to her ass that was nowhere close to fat but would be perfect to hold tight while I fucked her. Her lips had plumped, too, and over the years she’d gained a sparkle in her eyes that turned her from pretty to 100 percent spectacular.
Not to mention how she’d tasted.
Nearly blew in my pants when I’d taken that mouth. Just the memory got me hard. Make that harder. Fucking basket case.
When I’d pulled up to find her sitting outside with Collins, a thousand murder scenarios ran through my mind. And yeah, I know I covered that already, but if anything ever deserved empha- sis, this was it. Collins needed to die. I didn’t care how nice he was. After that I’d throw Becca on the back of my bike and make a run for the hills . . .
Okay, so there were a few problems with the plan, the top one being she hated me. Or she should—I’d certainly given her cause. Boonie nudged me.
“Did I mention you’re pathetic? You want her, take her. Other- wise let it go because you’re an embarrassment to all men in general and to the Silver Bastards in particular.”
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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