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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.
What can I say other than Joanna Wylde delivers yet again with this 5th instalment in the "Reaper's MC series." Am I surprised? Hell no!!! This author excels with her story telling abilities each and every time, giving us characters that will push us and test us and story lines that are not only original but equally, have us captivated right from the prologue. Yup, Joanna threw us quite the bait within the first few pages of "Reaper's Fall" giving us the ending before the beginning and from that moment on, from the moment I took a bite, that was it, I had to know what the hell had happened to this couple to make them hate one another so much... or did they????
I'm coming home soon. You should run away while you still can, Mel.
I'll make you dirty, so dirty you'll never be clean again.
Told from both the past and the present, I got a really good insight into Painter and Melanie's connection. Both from broken homes, both had a little baggage that went with but that was to be expected. Painter had found a sense of belonging with the club and his life was now devoted to the Reaper's and his brothers which I completely understood. They gave him a sense of belonging he had never had... a sense of family he had craved as a child. Melanie had been taken in by Reece and London, both becoming surrogate parents to a girl who really had nothing but the clothes on her back. As much as Melanie was surrounded by the MC family, I never really felt that she was a part of it as such. She kinda kept her distance, going to to odd party of the Armory but that was about it... until Painter of course. The world and his dog warned her this man was no good. He didn't do relationships, he didn't do commitment. Hell even he warned her about himself!!! But the heart wants what the heart wants and so began a merry little dance of "let's be friends," then "friends with benefits" and then of course the whole "claiming her as his" which of course made me swoon so hard. Was Painter going all soft and mushy on me? I freakin' hoped so because these two really belonged together.
"This could fuck up our relationship," he whispered.
"Our friendship is already fucked,"I reminded him.
But all good things come to an end and so began the pain staking task of having my heart broken, my emotions chewed up and spat out and my nerves doing all sorts of crazy as everything started to crumble and fall apart. Suddenly, everything became clearer and I saw a very different side to both Painter and Melanie. Boy oh boy did this woman hold a grudge and for love nor money was she going to let things go. She was a woman scorned. She was like a dog with a bone, so consumed with everything that had happened that Painter never stood a chance. Painter equally got a reality check but I wondered if it was too little too late? As I said earlier, Joanna's characters really know how to push your buttons and get a reaction out of you and this couple really did leave me so conflicted on so many occasions. One minute I understood why they were behaving the way they were, the next, I just wanted to bang their heads together. The road this couple had chosen was definitely a rocky one and I will say, there were times I wondered whether they were just better off without each other. I guess for me, these ups and downs just made Melanie and Painter more realistic, more believable and more relatable, flaws and all. Spanning the course of several years, this was an often painful, sometimes frustrating and occasionally infuriating read when it comes to these two. At times they really did drive me bonkers that's for sure!!! Lol.
I wanted him. No, I needed him, inside me. Over me. Filling me and hurting me
and keeping me safe, because my body had decided I belonged to him, even if my
mind thought that was complete and utter shit.
As much as this was the love story between Melanie and Painter, I loved the continuing saga between the various MC's whether it be the Reaper's, the Silver Bastards or the Devil's Jacks, each and every one of them contributing to the action, drama, shoot outs and murders that ensued as a result of their extra curricular shenanigans.... lol.
This really is one of those series that makes you feel like you are part of the Reaper's MC family and each and every book feels like I'm welcomed back into the fold, carrying on our relationship where we left off. It's great getting reacquainted with characters from the previous books and meeting new one's that may hopefully get books of their own. One thing is for sure... I'm definitely not ready to let this series go... not yet anyway. There are too many stories waiting to be told and I cannot wait.
I rated "Reaper's Fall" ❤️❤️❤️❤️
You know, I write these fuckin’ letters to you, but they’re fake. I ask about your friends and your school and whether you’re meeting people. It’s bullshit, Mel.
Here’s my reality.
Yesterday I stabbed someone before he could stab me. Puck and I sold some shit to a bunch of white supremacists and we turned around and sold the same damned thing to some Mexicans. We had pudding with our dinner for dessert.
Then I jacked off three times thinking about you. Those are the highlights. Like a fairy tale, right? Remembering you keeps me going, which makes no fucking sense at all. I hardly touched you. I still think about what you smelled like when you sat next to me on the couch, though. You were just this little thing and you shivered under my arm. I know you were scared of the movie and I could’ve picked something else, but I wanted the excuse to hold you.
That’s when I started thinking seriously about us fucking.
I had this vision of shoving you into the cushions face- first, then ripping down your jeans and pushing so deep you’d feel it in the back of your throat. That’s the kind of guy I am, Mel, and that’s why you should stay the fuck away from me.
You give me the chance, I’ll pin you down and keep pumping no matter how hard you try to get away. I dream about it every night, I jerk off to it, and today I gave serious thought to killing a man because he has the same fantasies about you as me. That first night, I promised London I wouldn’t touch you, but my cock had already been hard for hours. Good thing she showed up when she did—saved your ass. How’s that for luck?
When I took you to dinner, I was going to be good. Tried to be good. I know you didn’t understand why I asked you out or what it meant. They needed you out of the way, Mel. That was my job—to keep you busy. And I promised London I wouldn’t pull shit on you but she’d been lying to us all along and I kept wondering if that meant my promise didn’t count anymore.
Pretty damned sure it hasn’t counted for a while now.
You were talking and smiling and blushing. My dick was so stiff it nearly snapped in half when I tried to stand up. Took everything I had not to throw you on my bike and ride off with you . . . I want to tie you up and come in your ass and shove my cock down your throat until you choke. I want your hair in little-girl pigtails so I can hold on tight while I fuck your face. I want you to cry and scream and give me everything. I want to fucking OWN you. How’s that for reality, Mel? You still want my advice about boys?
I’m coming home soon. You should run away while you still can, Mel. I’ll make you dirty, so dirty you’ll never be clean again. I’ll make you pay me back the hard way. You think you’re all grown up, but you’re not. There’s so much I could teach you . . . do to you. Jesus, if you only knew, you’d never write to me again.
You should move to Alaska. Change your name. Good luck, though, because I’ll find you and take you and—
I dropped my pencil, wondering why I’d thought this was a good idea. I wasn’t going to send it, of course. I’d send her some friendly little note and tell her she should be dating and having fun. But some part of me thought writing my real thoughts out might fix my obsession. Instead my dick was like a rock. Again.
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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