Thursday, August 11, 2016

Blog Tour ARC Review: Reaper's Fire by Joanna Wylde

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.


We were introduced to Gage and his potential love interest Tinker in the previous book with Painter. Gage was tasked with an undercover job to infiltrate the rival MC club, Nighthawk. You would have thought only the law enforcement will resort to this kind of tactic. 

Anyway, going in I already knew Gage was using his magic dick on Talia, who is the Nighthawk President's sister. Thus, having to read about him whoring himself out for his club is a foregone conclusion and I don't even mind. But what irked me was that his so-called relationship with Talia lasted too long, way passed the half mark, which lead to less time being together with the actual heroine. I don't want to enter into slut-shaming zone, but Talia is not a girl you will sympathize with. And with her wild and crazy nature, I was surprised she didn't ditched his ass sooner. 

As for the heroine Tinker, who is in the midst of a messy divorced, is an owner of a small business, while taking care of her ailing dad. I supposed Tinker is quite alright, she hired Gage as a handyman and spent most of her time lusting after him. I don't blame the woman, since she is not seeing any action for sometime. 

As for Gage and Tinker, due to Gage being Talia's boyfriend, they can't do much beside of lusting each other secretly. All this simmering sexual tension was then dragged on for too long, as per reason aforementioned.

When Gage finally free to pursue Tinker, I kind of lost hope in them. He didn't actually gave Tinker a good reason for banging Talia for so long and now coming on to her saying he wanted to claim her. Being really hot and gorgeous can't be that strong a reason. Being an undercover for a MC club? That sounds kind of messed up and complicated. I have a rare moment of wickedness that I wish Tinker actually went out and sleep with someone else instead of making it look as if she is waiting for Gage. 

I don't want to talk much on the problem on Nighthawk and what the Reaper been up to. I was only happy enough that Hunter showed up for a few scenes. 

“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. 

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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