To celebrate the release of Silver Bastard by Joanna Wylde, we have an exclusive sneak peek of Reaper’s Fall, slated for release this fall, to share with you today! Make sure to enter the giveaway* below for a chance to win one of 3 sets of all 4 books, or 5 copies of Silver Bastard plus an emblem sticker!
Unedited sneak peak of Reaper’s Fall by Joanna Wylde
Available November, 2015
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.
Southern California, State Correctional Facility
You know, some day you should really tell me how you got started with you art. It seems like I share everything with you, but you never tell me anything real about yourself. It’s kind of weird. I keep thinking that I should stop writing to you, because it’s not like we even really know each other. Then something happens and I find myself wanting to tell you about it, so I write again.
Anyway, you don’t have to write back if you don’t want to. I know you think I’m just some little girl, but I’m twenty years old now and I’ve lived through my own shit…
Okay, so I had to stop writing for a while. Jessica stopped by—we’re getting an apartment together this semester. Um, just so you know, she told me. About you and her. She said it didn’t mean anything, but I can’t help but wonder if you still think about her. She’d doing really well, by the way. We just finished summer term, and she got a 3.00 GPA, which kind of kicked ass. I’m super proud of her, because she has learning disabilities, so it’s not like that was easy. I have good news, too—they told me today that I’m getting a full tuition/books scholarship, which means I can use the rest of my financial aid to live on. I won’t have to work this year, which means I can load up on the credits. If everything works out, I’ll transfer to the University of Idaho in January, a whole semester early!
So… something happened that I wanted to tell you about. I met a guy. He’s cute, and we have the same birthday—isn’t that funny? We went to this party at someone’s house and they were singing happy birthday to him and then Jessica started singing happy birthday to me and things sort of grew from there. We’ve been on a couple dates now, and he just asked me if it could be exclusive.
What do you think about that?
I mean, do you think that a guy should be asking that after such a short time? I know, I should probably talk to Loni about it, but she totally worries all the time, and… anyway. I wanted to know what you think.
Should I start dating him for real? Any reason I shouldn’t?
PS – thanks for the picture you sent—it almost feels like I’ve been there. Every time I see one of those drawings it blows me away. I can’t imagine being able to create something like that.
I fold the letter carefully, and looked out across the yard. The air was warm—perfect, really—and I thought about everyone back home in Idaho, where you couldn’t sit outside like this six months out of the year.
The only good thing about prison was I hadn’t frozen my ass off last winter. People back home saved all year to try and find some sun during here winter, and I’d gotten my “vacation” for free. In the distance, Puck wandered toward me, his path aimless. I knew better. He had shit to distribute, and it was my job to watch his back and make sure nobody noticed anything while he made his rounds.
That’s when Prince Fester of the Fuckwits ran up to me, grinning.
“You get a new letter from Melanie?” he asked, eyes bright. I shrugged my shoulders, trying to ignore him. The idiot was me and Puck’s cell mate, and I gave serious thought to shanking his ass at least twice a day.
“She send any pictures?” he asked, licking his lips. I bit back a snarl.
“Shut your fuckin’ mouth. I catch you touching her picture again, I’ll kill you. That’s not a joke, Fester. Puck and I already figured out exactly how we’re gonna do it.”
His smile faded, his feelings obviously hurt. Jesus help me, just one little slice… that’s all I want. Just one swipe of the knife to take out his tongue. “You don’t mean that.”
I didn’t answer, because the man had the brain of an eight year old. A vicious, dangerous eight year old who’d been committing armed robbery half his life, but trust me—he was seriously lacking in the IQ area. Puck was always telling me to be patient with him, and I tried. Seriously. I tried fuckin’ hard, but sometimes it took everything I had not to cut his tongue out for real.
“So, I had this idea,” he said, leaning up against the wall next to me.
“Shut the fuck up and go away.”
He frowned, then shuffled off like a kicked puppy. My eyes followed Puck as he drifted toward three skinheads. Always thought that was funny. They called him a mongrel behind his back, but when he had product they were happy to forgive Mr. Redhouse for his many sins against the Aryan race. I’d have laughed if I wasn’t so busy making sure nobody murdered him.
Just two more weeks.
Two more weeks in this shithole, then I’d be headed home to Coeur d’Alene. Back to my bike and my club. My brothers.
I reached down, feeling the letter in my pocket, wondering what the hell I should tell her about the asshole trying to get into her pants. That she should blow him off, he wasn’t good enough for her. She was too young, too soft and too pretty for some twenty year old cocksucker looking to get his rocks off. He didn’t care about her—he just wanted to get laid. They all did. Maybe he’d grow out of it some day, although I had five years on him and I hadn’t yet.
I had no right to an opinion, though. She hardly knew me. We’d spent maybe eight hours together total, and trust me when I say there weren’t any happy endings.
Puck glanced toward me, offering a chin jerk. Deal was done. I pushed off the wall, wandering slowly in his direction. Just another day, exactly like every other I’d spent in here the last thirteen months.
Except it wasn’t.
Today I learned some prick was sniffing around Mellie, and there wasn’t a goddamn thing I could do about it. For all I knew he was fucking her right now, balls deep, telling her how much he loved her.
She’d probably fall for it, too.
About the book:
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…
About the author:
Joanna Wylde is the New York Times bestselling author of the Reapers Motorcycle Club series and currently lives in Idaho with her family.
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