Author: Joanna Wylde
Series: Reapers MC Series, #4
Publisher by: Penguin
Published on: October 7, 2014
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance, Romance
Related Books In Series: Reaper's Fire
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.
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?
London Armstrong lives her life on the straight and narrow, her main focus being her job running her cleaning business and taking care of her niece Jessi – a challenged 18 year old on a path to destruction. London’s job has put her in the path of Reese “Picnic” Hayes, president of the Reaper’s MC. Years ago when Reese’s wife died, he swore he would never take another old lady, but there is just something he sees in London that makes him reconsider.
“There’s something about you, London, something that’s real in a way I can’t even begin to explain. I like it and I want it.”
Although he knows he should keep his distance, when London’s niece forces her hand and she must call upon Picnic for some help, he takes the opportunity that’s been handed him. In doing so, he bullies London into working for him. It’s then that the true sexual tensions rise to the surface. And just when London thinks maybe she can find some form of happiness with Reese, she gets a call from Jessi that send everything into a downward spiral that puts not only London and Reese, but the whole MC at risk.
I’ve read all the other books of this series and have really enjoyed them all. This one however, not too sure. There was more I didn’t like than what I did. I didn’t feel like London’s character was well developed. She was almost 40 but so wishy-washy. One moment she was rejoicing in the idea of her niece being out on her own, and the next she’s second guessing herself. This continued on time and time again. Towards the end she did grow on me a bit more but I like my heroines to be strong and confident in words and actions.
The sex scenes, because they definitely weren’t love scenes, were raw, gritty, and powerful, much like Reese. My biggest issue is when the storyline is going well and an author throws in a sex scene for the sake of a sex scene. There were times where this should NOT have been a thought at all, yet London is again like a cat in heat clenching her thighs while desire pools. Seriously London? That knife at your throat turning you on?! Oye!
Overall, enjoyed the story, but not my favorite of the series. Will I read more from her and her bad-ass bikers? Hell yeah!
“Okay, let’s get some shit straight and then you can head out.” Great, here it came. The Talk. Fortunately I was ahead of him for once.
“Don’t worry, Reese. I know this was just a one-off for you, and that you don’t want a relationship. That’s what I needed, too, so in a way it’s perfect. No harm, no foul. We can just pretend this never happened.”
A scowl covered his face. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Us. Or rather, the fact that there isn’t an ‘us.’ I get it—you like to sleep around. I had a good time, but I’m not expecting a ring or anything.”
His eyes widened, and I smirked.
“Although I’ll be around if you want another booty call,” I added slyly.
Yay me! I’m a sophisticated woman who knows the difference between love and sex.
Reese’s scowl grew deeper, and then suddenly he moved and I was under him, pinned down against the bed. He pulled my hands up, holding them prisoner above my head.
“Are you fucked in the head?” he demanded harshly. “You get laid for the first time in years, it’s phenomenal—”
“Well, aren’t you the modest one?”
“It’s phenomenal,” he repeated, emphasizing the word heavily. “And now you’re just going to ignore me? I am not fuckin’ down with that.”