I'm so excited for the Reaper's Stand Scavenger Hunt game! First off, I love this series like crazy mad, my review links are below. Also, I just finished reading Reaper's Stand and it was a five star read for me. If you are needing a MC fix and I know you guys are since SOA is back on, then you really need to pick up this series.
Here's how you play, after you read the excerpt, that is exclusively for Jacqueline's Reads, enter the giveaway and then, go to the blog linked below for the next clue, which will be live tomorrow, 8AM EST.
If you are just joining the hunt, head back to Love to Read for Fun, to start from the beginning.
As Reapers Motorcycle Club president, Reese “Picnic” Hayes has given his entire life to the club. After losing his wife, he knew he’d never love another woman. And with two daughters to raise and a club to manage, that was just fine with him. These days, Reese keeps his relationships free and easy—he definitely doesn’t want to waste his time on a glorified cleaning lady like London Armstrong.
Too bad he’s completely obsessed with her.
London is independent, and she likes it that way. Besides running her own business, London’s got her junkie cousin’s daughter to look after—a more reckless than average eighteen-year-old. Sure she’s attracted to the Reapers’ president, but she’s not stupid. Reese Hayes is a criminal and a thug. But when her young cousin gets caught up with a ruthless drug cartel, Reese might be the only man who can help her. Now London has to make the hardest decision of her life—how far will she go to save her family?
5 I love MC books Stars
I’m starting to really like this series!
Picnic isn’t my favorite character, but Wylde wrote such a polished fast pace book, I couldn’t help but love it.
If you don’t want a sneak peek of the future, I would tell you to skip the prologue, I’m not a fan of foreshadowing, so I’m just warning you.
We all know Pic is a crazy ladies’ man and yeah it’s kind of iky because he’s so old, but looking past that, he’s your typical biker guy right? He can’t get over his dead wife and he copes by screwing every girl.
London owns a cleaning business. She also supports her young cousin. When London starts cleaning the MC’s businesses, she finds herself cleaning Pic’s house and can’t help but get warm and fuzzy feelings around him.
I really like biker books but because I do, it’s very hard to find one that isn’t so typical or annoying. Wylde hit the mark on this one.
SO MUCH HAPPENS
There’s a lot that goes on. There’s biker politics, then Pic’s issues, then London’s issues and the girls she has to take care of, oh my.
I love London, I thought she was strong, successful and independent. I liked how she was intimidated by Pic, but was still feisty around him. She also has a warm motherly kind heart.
London doesn’t want to get mixed up with the bikers, but when her cousin parties with the guys, London asks Pic for a favour. She wants Pic to get her cousin and ask her to leave. Pic agrees if London cleans for him.
Of course that is not all the drama. There’s the threat of the cartel and Pic not trusting anyone. London continues to push Pic away because she doesn’t want to get mix with him, but Pic goes on strong .
Cute storyline huh? Overall, it’s a fun and fast read. If you love the series, you will not be disappointed.
“I don’t know you at all,” I said, which wasn’t entirely true. I could still remember the first time I saw him, because he was beautiful and if I weren’t a mature, sensible woman I’d have said I had a crush on him. I definitely felt a strong physical pull—at least, when I wasn’t terrified of him.
That wasn’t okay.
I had a boyfriend. Nate. He was nice and he liked me and I liked him and he made me feel safe. I had a good life. I took care of Jessica and ran my business. I took care of her friends sometimes, too, and inconvenient crushes on bikers—ones I worked for, no less—weren’t on the table.
But as fabulous as Nate was, I hadn’t been able to keep myself from watching Reese Hayes these past months, and there was more than enough gossip about him floating around town to feed my fascination once I started listening. Hayes had two grown daughters, he’d been president of the Reapers for the past decade, and his wife, Heather, had died from breast cancer six years back. Right after I’d won custody of Jessica, actually.
I knew about Heather Hayes’ death because I’d attended her funeral.
She’d gone to high school with Amber, and while we hadn’t really known each other back in the day, I’d wanted to pay my respects. I’d never seen a man look more devastated than Reese Hayes had that cold, dark March afternoon at the cemetery. We’d gotten late snow and his girls had been crying hysterically the whole time.
He didn’t cry, though. Nope. Reese Hayes had looked like a man who’d lost his soul.
Since then he’d gotten a reputation around town as a total slut, a reputation that seemed to be well deserved, based on what I’d seen here.
Not your place to judge, I reminded myself.
When I started my cleaning business, I learned early that everyone has secrets to hide and it wasn’t my job to uncover them. Get in, do the job, get out, go home. Easy and simple.
“If you knew me, you’d know I feel sympathetic toward you,” he said. “Like I said, I have daughters. But I’ve learned the hard way that you can’t control them. I’m a hard man and not even I can control them. You don’t stand a chance with this kid. Why don’t you just go home?”
Enough. I stood quickly.
“I’m not leaving without her. Will you help me, or do I need to start searching by myself?”
He didn’t move and his expression didn’t change, but the air in the room cooled.
“Sit your ass down,” he said, his brilliant blue eyes flashing. The absolute authority and will in his tone was indisputable, reminding me that this was a very dangerous man.
Hayes rose to his feet, coming to stand in front of me. Then he leaned down and rested his hands on the back of the couch on either side of my head. His gaze pinned me, and my adrenaline surged.
What the hell was he planning to do?
“You do realize where you are?” he asked softly, which was way scarier than it would’ve been if he’d yelled at me. Quiet menace, carrying visions of bodies buried in shallow graves . . .
“You’re in my club. Outside this room are twenty men who will do anything to back me up. Anything. And outside this building are forests and mountains that reach all the way to Montana. Only witnesses out there are deer and maybe a moose or two. You sure you wanna piss me off? I just pulled my dick out of a willing woman’s mouth for you, so it’s not like I’m in a good mood to start with.”
I couldn’t breathe. My heart beat so fast that I thought it might explode out of my chest, and I knew for a fact that pissing him off was definitely the last thing I wanted to do.
“Now ask me nicely to help you,” he said, the words slow and deliberate. I nodded, taking a minute to steel myself.
“Mr. Hayes, will you please help me find my cousin, Jessica?”
Sudden moisture filled my eyes, and I felt myself quivering. I blinked quickly and forced back the tears through sheer will. I’d be damned if I’d give him any more satisfaction. Silence fell between us, his face six inches from mine, palpable tension hanging in the air. In the distance I heard music and noise from the party, all too aware that I was utterly at his mercy.
“Can I go?” I asked quietly.
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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