Thursday, August 11, 2016

Blog Tour: Reaper's Fire by Joanna Wylde

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New York Times bestselling author Joanna Wylde returns to the “wild and raw”* world of the Reapers MC with the story of Gage and Tinker…

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.

“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.


The last decade of Tinker's life hasn't been the best, but the last few years have been epically bad. She's struggling to pull herself together after it all, struggling to take care of her father, to attempt to rid herself of an ex-husband who won't quite cut that last string, and to move on with her life in general.  When she hires a new handyman for the apartment complex her father owns that she's now in charge of, she doesn't expect her life to change, but it does. Not only is the new guy in town, Hot, but she's drawn to him, and for reason's she can't figure out, he seems drawn to her as well, but there's complications. Problems, Tinker doesn't need in her life, so she knows she needs to stay away. 

Gage is all in with the Reaper's, they are not only his club, but his family, he'd give his life, give anything for them, and that's what he's doing.  He's in a new town, with a new identity, lying his way in to get the scoop on another club so the Reaper's know what they need to do about it. To get their man, so to speak, Gage has to get into the club, and the only way in, is with a woman he can't stand, but has to cozy up to. While building up his cover, Gage takes a job as a handyman, never anticipating how its going to affect not only his infiltation of the MC but also his life. 

Secrets and Lies stand between these two making things difficult without adding in the rest of the details.  Gage knows there is something different about Tinker, knows he wants to know her better and see just what they can have, but he also knows he can't let down his club. He's got to keep it all in perspective, stick to the job, and worry about explaing things and winning over Tinker later. 

Reaper's Fire was another thrilling story in the Reaper's MC series.  Gage and Tinker's chemistry is explosive from moment one and their connection leaves you rooting for things to become easy quickly.  Tinker's history really pulls you in on an emotional level, and leaves you wanting to hug her and beat on those around her.  You can feel Gage's heart torn between wanting more with Tinker, and wanting to do what needs done for his brothers, for his family.  As usual there were a few bits of laughter thrown in to break up the intensity of the issues facing the MC.  

I love how these two came together and how they confronted the things in their lives giving them issues head on.  Gage and Tinker found something unexpected with each other and though their story isn't typical, and the journey wasn't easy, it says alot about their character and their feelings that they didn't give up on it easily. 

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About the Author
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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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