First in the new Silver Valley series from the New York Times bestselling author of the
Reapers Motorcycle Club Novels.
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...
Ignoring him, I settled back on my stool
and surveyed the room. We sat in Becca’s section, and what I saw wasn’t making
me happy. I knew she was a good waitress, but she’d just started here and it
showed. Not only had she fucked up several orders, she didn’t quite seem to get
the rhythm of the bar. That wasn’t my problem, though.
My problem was that despite these
fuckups, nobody seemed to mind. I had a nasty suspicion this was due to her
perky tits, friendly smile, and tight little ass that seriously just needed a
bite taken right out of it.
She really, really needed to get a new
job—every man in the place wanted her. Including me. Especially me. I hated
them. All of them. I shifted uncomfortably, because just like every time I
shared a room with her, my pants had gotten tight.
Torture. Becca was just so fucking fine
on every level, and not just her looks. There was something about the way she
carried herself . . . I couldn’t put my finger on it. Like she was dancing
through life to some song nobody else could hear. Never met another woman like
her—she wasn’t just sexy, she was a survivor and I admired that.
She’d grown up so much since the first
time I’d met her. Bigger boobs, a nice fullness to her ass that was nowhere
close to fat but would be perfect to hold tight while I fucked her. Her lips
had plumped, too, and over the years she’d gained a sparkle in her eyes that
turned her from pretty to 100 percent spectacular.
Not to mention how she’d tasted.
Nearly blew in my pants when I’d taken
that mouth. Just the memory got me hard. Make that harder. Fucking basket case.
When I’d pulled up to find her sitting
outside with Collins, a thousand murder scenarios ran through my mind. And
yeah, I know I covered that already, but if anything ever deserved empha- sis,
this was it. Collins needed to die. I
didn’t care how nice he was. After that I’d throw Becca on the back of my bike
and make a run for the hills . . .
Okay, so there were a few problems with
the plan, the top one being she hated me. Or she should—I’d certainly given her
cause. Boonie nudged me.
“Did I mention you’re pathetic? You want
her, take her. Other- wise let it go because you’re an embarrassment to all men
in general and to the Silver Bastards in particular.”
This was more about the relationship between Puck and Becca and their town than about the MC itself. It still has the crudeness that you would expect, but it also has some tenderness in the way Puck protects Becca. The cast of supporting characters is great and I can already see some awesome stories. I'm also intrigued by the epilogue, can't wait to see where that element of the story goes. If you are are fan of the author or of MC romance, you will not be disappointed!
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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