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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“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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About Kristen Proby:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Kristen Proby is the author of the popular With Me in Seattle series. She has a passion for a good love story and strong characters who love humor and have a strong sense of loyalty and family. Her men are the alpha type—fiercely protective and a bit bossy—and her ladies are fun, strong, and not afraid to stand up for themselves. Kristen spends her days with her muse in the Pacific Northwest. She enjoys coffee, chocolate, and sunshine. And naps. Visit her at KristenProby.com.
