The Book Junkie: Blog Tour!!! Reaper's Fall-- Joanna Wylde!!!

REVIEW:

How can one not help but love Painter?? I mean honestly, I know that he was a man whore of a biker, but honestly, aren't most of the ones that we read about? At least, that is, until they find the woman of their dreams. Just like those before him, once Painter realized that Melanie was it for him, once he knew that no other woman could compare to her, he was a different man. Now, don't get me wrong, he was the same Reaper through and through, only now- he also had the love of a good woman and his baby girl to live for, other than just his brothers.

Joanna did no less of a fantastic job with Mel and Painter than she has with all of the Reapers, Bastards and Devil's Jacks couples before them. This woman knows MC- plain and simple. She is one of the best when it comes to this genre, and her stuff only gets better each time she releases a new story. Every character seems to grow and develop more than the last, and every scenario she paints draws us deeper into the lives of these men and women. It is absolutely no wonder why this series is such a phenomenal success!!

I couldn't have picked a better girl for Painter, because after seeing that he and Em weren't going to happen way back when, I knew the girl that finally stole his heart had to be special. And not many more women were as special as Mel. This girl had been through the ringer already, a lot of which we learned about in Reese and London's story, plus she was already a member of the Reapers family, so she knew the drill with these guys. She knew exactly the life the led, and the things they did. It takes one kind of touch chick to deal with that kind of thing, and Mel did it beautifully. Add in that she was able to bring a beautiful little girl into their world, and do a bang up job of raising her single handedly while Painter was "indisposed", and what more could you want from a heroine in a book. This girl had it all. Painter was definitely the lucky one in this situation, as throughout it all, Mel never truly gave up on him, even when she wanted to- desperately.

The perseverance of Joanna's couples is one of the things that make these books so great- these folks don't just throw in the towel and scamper away. They stand up and fight for those they love. Their men, their women, their brothers and their club. In the simplest of terms- their family. Nothing makes a better story than that.

Well done Joanna, just like always, I'm giving Reaper's Fall 5 stars, and highly recommending it to everyone!!!

Reaper’s Fall is the newest standalone in the Reaper's MC Series. Painter & Melanie's story is FINALLY here!

Available at the following retailers:

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1DsDyRt

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1yYt1Rn

Nook: http://tinyurl.com/pljucpa

iBooks: http://tinyurl.com/pwfxzyj

Blurb

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.

Excerpt

“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.