First in the new Silver Valley series from the New York Times bestselling author of the
Reapers Motorcycle Club Novels.
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.
Now Live!
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1L800mj
Amazon
UK: http://amzn.to/1Jo5nlE
Barnes
& Noble: http://bit.ly/19pOdnS
iBooks: http://apple.co/1xqL0tv
Excerpt:
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.
a Rafflecopter giveaway
No comments:
Post a Comment