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...
Meet Puck & Becca on April 7th!
“The Longnecks—they’re the MC my stepdad hung around
with—they kept a lot of club whores around. Do the Silver Bastards do that,
too?”
“Yup,”
she replied. “It’s a free country and the brothers bring guests here all the
time. Some of them stick around, some of them don’t. Some find they aren’t as
welcome as they thought.”
“Doesn’t
that bother you?”
“Boonie’s
dick is the only one that matters to me,” she replied, her voice
matter-of-fact. “As for the women, I care less about who they’re sleeping with
than how they act the rest of the time. Like I said, fuck with the sisters and
you won’t last. Bridget won’t be back if she keeps this shit up.”
“Old
ladies didn’t get to make those decisions in the Long- necks.”
Darcy
smiled sweetly. “We don’t get to make those decisions in the Silver Bastards,
either. Yet the right decisions still magically happen. Nobody knows how,
really. Guess it’s just all our good karma coming back to us.”
My mouth
dropped. Darcy winked.
“You
think those men don’t need us?” she asked. “Boonie likes sleeping next to me.
Gets cold and lonely when all the old ladies take a girls’ weekend in Seattle.
Would be even colder and lonelier if we didn’t come back, and one time we
forgot to for nearly a week. Fortunately things worked out and we found our way
home again. Now things tend to work out faster.”
My eyes
went wide.
“You
serious?”
“Do I
look like a woman who will eat shit?”
Point
taken.
“Let’s get this trash out. I’m sure Puck will be
looking for you soon, and I want to make
sure all the girls meet you first. That boy’s crazy about you—it’s cute. Like a
pit bull crushing on a kitten.”
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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