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...
5 (Silver B is the new MC book to read) STARS
Silver B is a new spin-off series from the Reaper’s series. Silver B can be read prior to reading Reaper’s series.
I loved the Reaper series and I’m beyond excited for the Silver B series. And this is what I have to say.
I LOVED IT!!!! LOVED LOVED LOVEEDDD IT
I read it in one sitting, it was just that good.
Puck just gets out of jail and he’s officially a member. He parties it up and has one crazy night with Becca. Things happen and all of sudden, Becca is running away from her home life and Puck indirectly saves her and hurts her at the same time.
Five years later their non-existent relationship becomes a little non and a little more.
But it’s never as easy as it seems.
The beginning is so good. It hits you will a slap in the face and you are just praying Joanna Wylde hits you again because it’s just so good the first time. I couldn’t get enough. Puck is no white knight. He does what he wants and answers to no one. Even though he helps Becca years ago, he also hurts her.
He’s no hero. But he’s so sexy.
Becca grew up in the biker world. She doesn’t want to become her mother, an old lady. She doesn’t want to be slapped around and be treated like property. Yes, bikers saved her, but they also tortured her. For five years Puck keeps his distance and she is fine with that.
But now, he’s showing up more in Becca’s life and she doesn’t know what to do about it.
Becca has a lot of issues. She’s has terrible parents and it really messed her up. She doesn’t want to be part of the Biker world at all. I understand her reasons for not wanting to be with Puck. There’s a lot that goes on with Becca.
I like how Puck pursues Becca and tries to protect her. It’s the tiny damsel in distress storyline I love, but Becca isn’t a damsel. She works hard to be independent.
What I enjoyed the most about this book is the struggles Becca and Puck have. Becca struggles so much with family and finances. She’s sometimes only has a dollar to her name. It kept me so interested!
As you read, the story gets crazier, the emotions get higher and the angst comes out. I was gripping the pages and I couldn’t read fast enough.
If you are a fan of Joanna Wylde, MC books and anti-heroes, then Silver B is for you.
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.”
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.”
Other Series
Reaper's Legacy (Reapers MC, #2)
Devil's Game (Reapers MC, #3)
Reaper's Stand (Reapers MC, #4)
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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