BLOG TOUR for Reaper’s Legacy by Joanna Wylde + GIVEAWAY

We are extremely proud to be a part of the Blog Tour for Joanna Wylde’s newest release, Reaper’s Legacy!  Below you find the blurb, an exclusive excerpt, my review for the title, and an awesome giveaway!  So, come join us for all the fun…:)

Book Title : REAPER’S LEGACY

Series:  Reaper’s Motorcycle Club Book #2

Author:  Joanna Wylde

Genre:  Contemporary

Blurb:  Eight years ago, Sophie gave her heart—and her virginity—to Zach Barrett on a night that couldn’t have been less romantic or more embarrassing. Zach’s step-brother, a steely-muscled, tattooed biker named Ruger, caught them in the act, getting a peep show of Sophie he’s never forgotten.  She may have lost her dignity that fateful night, but Sophie also gained something precious—her son Noah. Unfortunately, Zach’s a deadbeat dad, leaving Ruger to be Noah’s only male role model. When he discovers Sophie and his nephew living in near poverty, Ruger takes matters into his own hands—with the help of the Reapers Motorcycle Club—to give them a better life.  Living with outlaw bikers wasn’t Sophie’s plan for her son, but Ruger isn’t giving her a choice. He’ll be there for Noah, whether she wants him or not. But Sophie does want him, has always wanted him. Now she’ll learn that taking a biker to bed can get a girl dirty in every way… 

Thoughts:  This was my first experience reading a Joanna Wylde book – when the first of this series came out, I dragged my feet a bit for that very reason.  When this one came up for review,  I knew I had to give this series a shot.  In many ways it was exactly what I expected – yet in other aspects it was complete surprise.

This is definitely not your standard, frill, happily ever after romance.  It’s sharp and edgy – if you’re looking for something with a little bit of bite to it, then look no further!  I kind of expected that since we are talking about a series that revolves around a motorcycle gang – I’m not exactly expecting butterflies and kittens.  To be honest it was a nice change of pace to read about  something so down to earth – to read about real people, real struggles, and real values.  I was surprised at the lengths the author went through to ensure accuracy in her books – before I even hit Chapter One, I was already impressed by the preface from the author.  Her research and dedication is really what sets this book apart – not just from the standard genre, but also from the few other motorcycle club type novels that I have read.

This is a stand alone book as well, and you don’t get the overwhelming feeling that you have missed something by not reading previous books.  Don’t get me wrong, I will definitely be going back and reading book one in this series though, simply because I enjoyed this one so much!  Fair warning though, it might not be for everyone – it can be brash and a little graphical and contains some crime and violence…..you certainly can’t say that this book pulls any punches!  Of course, if you have trouble with women being seen as ‘property’ or being called ‘old ladies’, this might not be for you….although the author handled it brilliantly, so I urge you to give it a try!

All in all – it won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but I enjoyed it immensely! 

Rate:  A-

EXCERPT:  We found Horse, Ruger, and two guys I didn’t recognize on the sidewalk outside the building. The newcomers wore leather vests that read “Devil’s Jacks” across the back. Below that was a picture of a red devil and the word “Nomad.” They were both tall guys, one bulky in a muscular way and the other long and lean in his strength. Both had dark hair. One raised his chin in silent greeting.

The men clearly appreciated my Barbie tank top. They were both attractive, but the tall one was actually almost pretty, he was so cute. He had floppy brown hair and hadn’t shaved in a couple of days. He wore a battered Flogging Molly T-shirt with his faded jeans and leather boots. Both of them looked about my age.

“Hey,” I said, coming up to them, smiling. “You must be Ruger’s friends? Nice to meet you. I’m Sophie. This is my boy, Noah.”

Ruger’s eyes narrowed.

“Go wait in the car,” he said, tossing me his keys.

“Those aren’t my keys. Introduce me to your friends.”

“They’re my keys. Blue rig, right over there,” he told me, nodding toward a large SUV across the street. “Car. Now. Horse is gonna drive yours back to Coeur d’Alene.”

I opened my mouth to argue, just on general principles. Then I caught Horse’s eyes, which held a silent warning. He glanced toward Noah, then toward the strangers. That’s when I finally caught the tension in the air—their body language was far from friendly.

Oops. This wasn’t a happy visit.

“Nice to meet you,” I said, taking Noah’s hand. I dragged him across the street and climbed into the big SUV waiting for us. Ruger had already installed a booster seat in the backseat. Noah’s backpack sat next to it. I leaned over and stuck the keys in the ignition, then switched on the AC.

Ten minutes later, Ruger came over and climbed into the driver’s seat.

“You buckled in, little man?” he asked as he popped it into reverse.

“Uh-huh,” Noah replied. “Thanks for grabbing my backpack. I’m excited to see your house. Do you have Skylanders?”

“Got no idea what a Skylander is, kid,” he replied. “But I’m sure we can get some.”

“Ruger—” I started, but he cut me off.

“Jesus, Sophie,” he said, glaring at me. “Now I can’t buy the kid a present? Shit, he’s had a rough night. If I wanna buy him something, I will.”

“Actually, I was going to ask if I could take him upstairs to the bathroom before we leave,” I replied, smiling sweetly. “He drank a big glass of juice at breakfast. We aren’t going to get far without a pit stop.”

Ruger’s glare faded.

“That’s totally reasonable,” he said.

“Yeah, I know. I’m a reasonable person.”

“We’ll stop at a restaurant or something,” he said, pulling out. “I don’t want you going back upstairs. Hunter and Skid are up there now.”

“Hunter and Skid?” I asked. “Those the guys you were talking to on the sidewalk? Things seemed a little tense. What was that all about?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Club business. I’ll pull off when I see a good place to stop.”

Predictably, Noah started begging for a kid’s meal when we stopped at a fast-food place, especially when he saw they were Skylander-themed. He couldn’t possibly be hungry, but Ruger ordered two of the overpriced little boxes.

“That’s ridiculous,” I told him as he carried them back to the car. “The food will go to waste. Noah is stuffed. Not to mention he already ate out earlier. He doesn’t need unhealthy junk like that.”

“They’re for me,” Ruger replied. “He can have the toys, I’ll take the food. I’m starving.”

As we pulled out and onto the freeway, Noah started telling Ruger all about the Skylanders. By now he was totally wired and it was a damned good thing he was belted in—otherwise he might have jumped around until we crashed the car. He talked Skylanders as we cleared the city. He talked Skylanders as we passed North Bend. He talked Skylanders as we started up Snoqualmie Pass.

Poor Ruger. He had no idea how much conversational stamina Noah had . . .

“I’m taking a nap,” I said, raising my arms and stretching, chest thrust out. I saw Ruger’s eyes flick toward me, and they weren’t looking at my face. Good. I wanted his balls so blue they stayed that way, because maybe that would teach him a lesson about changing the rules of our relationship without warning. I still had a crush on him, but he wasn’t crushing back on me at all.

Nope.

Ruger was just horny.

“Sure,” he grunted. Noah rattled on in the background as I leaned my seat back and closed my eyes.

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