Friday, 12 August 2016

Blog Tour: Joanna Wylde's "Reaper's Fire (A Reaper's Motorcycle Club Novel)."

The Hopeless Romantics Book Blog are pleased to be a part of the Blog Tour for Joanna Wylde's "Reaper's Fire (A Reaper's Motorcycle Club Novel)."
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The club comes first. 

I’ve lived by those words my whole life—assumed I’d die by them, too, and I never had a problem with that. My Reaper brothers took my back and I took theirs and it was enough. Then I met her. Tinker Garrett. She’s beautiful, she’s loyal, and she works so damned hard it scares me sometimes . . . She deserves a good man—one better than me. I can’t take her yet because the club still needs me. There’s another woman, another job, another fight just ahead. 

Now she’ll learn I’ve been lying to her all along. None of it’s real. Not my name, not my job, not even the clothes I wear. She thinks I’m nice. She pretends we’re just friends, that I’ve still got a soul . . . Mine’s been dead for years. Now I’m on fire for this woman, and a man can only burn for so long before he destroys everything around him.

I’m coming for you, Tinker.

Review: Surj 

It's been a while since I read a Joanna Wylde "Reaper's MC" novel and boy have I missed those Reaper bad ass bikers. But the minute I turned the first page of "Reaper's Fire," it felt like coming home and that is courtesy of this author's amazing story telling abilities. The prologue quite literally sucked me in and held me captive and I was unable to put this book down until I saw a HEA!!! I mean, there just had to be a HEA after those initial heart breaking scenes, right? So I ploughed through engrossed in what turned our to be such a fantastic story. I loved bumping shoulders with the Reaper's MC and loved reading about all the mischief and mayhem that seemed to follow those boys around. It was never a dull moment that's for sure. If it wasn't betrayal and double crossings from other MC's, then it was the psycho stark raving bonkers bitches who made my blood boil with their bullying tactics. And if it wasn't that, then it was Gage and his secret mission which left no room for errors. And if it wasn't that then it was the small town mind set and a sex tape that of course kept me entertained. Like I said, wherever these boys go, there was never a dull moment. 

"You've been watching Son's Of Anarchy haven't you?" Pic asked, sighing heavily. 
Cody swollowed, then nodded. 
"Fucking show. Whole damned world thinks they're Jax Teller. 
Pat him down and bring him inside."

But in true Joanna Wylde fashion, as well as an abundance of drama  and action and the mystery surrounding Gage's mission, there was also a beautiful romance that just wouldn't get off the ground. I won't go into details but for me, I loved the initial connection between Gage and Tinker and how it subsequently unfolded. It couldn't have gone any other way, not with that story line. I completely understood but that doesn't mean I didn't root for the couple. Every moment they were together left the butterflies in my belly doing a happy dance and I just knew, the moment this hot alpha bad ass biker claimed his woman, things would get a whole lot hotter!!!! 

Gage's character was a complex one and I can see how some might get frustrated by him. He wasn't an all american, wholesome kinda guy that's for sure. There were moments I found myself shaking my head at him too, mentally scolding him for his behaviour. But I got it. I understood and I knew that his loyalty to the MC and his love for  his brothers would always come first. It was the biker way and there was just too much at risk for it to be anything else. I thoroughly enjoyed getting inside his mind though and I think this also added to my understanding of his situation and predicament for want of a better word. Nothing was quite as it seemed and it appeared that there were times our hot as hell alpha really was caught between a rock and a hard place!!!

...he'd spent the whole afternoon busting his ass to save my chocolates - 
Oh God, I wish that were code for something more exciting...

Aww, and Tinker, now this was a leading lady with a fighting spirit. She was kick ass and just hilarious with her inner thoughts leaving me in stitches. Tinker was so relatable and she felt so real and there were times I could have high fived her and given her the biggest hug. This was a woman who was brave and thoughtful and kind. She was someone who always put the needs of others before herself. But despite all of these amazing qualities, she always managed to get herself into a pickle. Whether it was her past that kept catching up with her or the fact that she was constantly in the wrong place at the wrong time (which happened a lot), it seemed our gorgeous Tinker just couldn't catch a break. 

"Here's something you should know about me, Gage. Sometimes I get beat. 
Sometimes I lose and life doesn't turn out the way I planned. 
Sometimes I even feel weak and collapse for a while, but here's the reality. 
I will never, ever give up and I will never give in."

Tinker and Gage were just fab together (but not together... lol). The banter between them was honest and often blunt and to the point and that just made it all the more perfect. The chemistry between the pair was palpable and I felt it right down to my very tippietoes. That kiss... I couldn't wait for that first kiss!!! I was itching for it because I knew once that ball started rolling, there would be no going back. Eek!!! However despite all of this wonderfulness, a relationship built on a foundation of lies could never amount to anything good, could it??? oh lordy... I could see trouble ahead!!!! 

"And it's not like we're a couple."
"My dick was inside you three hours ago," he replied, eyes narrowing. 
"I don't know what that makes us, but it's fair to say we've moved past landlord and tenant."

I loved this 6th instalment to "The Reaper's MC" series. As I grown to know and expect from this author, there really was a bit of everything in Tinker and Gage's story and as for that epilogue, OMG, there were tears. I absolutely loved it and it was just so very perfect for the storyline and for this couple. 

I rated "Reaper's Fire" ❤️❤️❤️❤️


“I can’t believe how late it is,” Tinker said, yawning, and I realized the movie had ended. Now she stretched upward, the blanket falling to her waist as her boobs pushed forward. 

God, how much should a man be expected to take? 

I should’ve stayed away from her completely—that’d been the plan—but something had snapped when I’d seen her out in the courtyard. Couldn’t remember the last time I’d met a woman like Tinker. She was smart and sexy and funny, and she worked damned hard to take care of her family and business. Sure, I wanted to fuck her—you’d have to be gay not to—but I respected her, too. 

“I should probably get going,” she said, offering me a smile so sweet I wanted to bite her lips. “I like to check on Dad before going to sleep, and I’ve got to be up early in the morning. I’ve got to package orders for the courier tomorrow—if they aren’t ready by two p.m., I’m screwed.” 

I considered rolling over on top of her. Pushing her down into the couch cushions, shoving my leg between hers, and showing her what a real man feels like. 

“Cooper?” she asked, looking confused. I blinked a couple times, forcing myself to focus on her face. 

“I’m going to watch another one,” I told her, because I’m a goddamn masochist. “You sure you’re ready to head out?” 

She frowned, and I could almost read her thoughts. Yes, she should leave. But she wanted me as much as I wanted her. And yeah, I realize that makes me sound like an egotistical ass, but this wasn’t my first rodeo. I saw the lust in her eyes, and the way she licked her lips and stared at my mouth. This wasn’t a one-way street, not even close. 

“I guess I could stay a little longer,” she whispered. Christ, she was so sweet and soft. I wanted to bite her even more now. Suck that pouty lower lip into my mouth and shove a finger up her ass. 

Break her. 

You’re one sick fuck. 

Why yes. Yes, I am. Thanks for noticing. 

I managed to control the urge, catching her hand instead, giving it a friendly squeeze like some kind of pathetic tool. Her fingers tightened on mine, then she pulled away and snuggled back down under the blanket, raising her feet to rest on the coffee table. I grabbed the remote and clicked through the menu. 

Tomorrow I’d do my job. I’d fuck Talia and spy on Marsh and look for any kind of weakness that might end this situation, the faster the better. Tonight, though . . . Tonight I’d pretend this wasn’t a waste of time. 

Goddamn, but my dick hurt. 

The next hour was torture. 

Tinker sat next to me, all cute and classy and absolutely refusing to make any kind of eye contact. I don’t know how she felt, but to me the sexual tension hanging in the air was thick and heavy. I kept thinking about her hand in mine—small, but strong. The hand of someone who knew how to work hard. So far as I knew, Talia had never held down a job, let alone supported herself. 

The couch shifted, and I glanced over to find Tinker sliding deeper into the cushions, drawing the blanket up to her chin. Our legs were maybe six inches apart. She shifted again, and then her hand bumped mine under the blanket. She jerked it back quickly, and I caught the hint of a flush on her cheeks. That was another thing I liked about her—her skin was so pale that I could see every hint of arousal. 

Grabbing her hand, I pulled it over to rest on my thigh. This was a really bad idea, so I pointedly refused to think it through. Her hand tensed at first, then relaxed into my strength. My cock swelled against the fabric of my jeans, just inches from her fingers—it’d be so easy to push her hand toward it, wrap it around my painfully swollen dick, and just go to town. 

Tinker’s fingers gave a quick squeeze—almost more of a spasm—and I bit back a groan. 

Yeah, okay. Really, really bad idea. I should get off the couch and shut this shit down right now, because I couldn’t afford to blow things with Talia just yet. Instead I found myself leaning toward Tinker, bumping shoulders. 


I’d grown a pussy. No other explanation, because I couldn’t figure out why the hell else an adult man would sit holding hands under a damned blanket like a kid. 

Author Bio:

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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