Meet Puck & Becca on April 7th!
Blurb
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...
Excerpt from Silver Bastard
“The Longnecks—they’re the MC my
stepdad hung around with—they kept a lot of club whores around. Do the Silver
Bastards do that, too?”
“Yup,” she replied. “It’s a free
country and the brothers bring guests here all the time. Some of them stick
around, some of them don’t. Some find they aren’t as welcome as they thought.”
“Doesn’t that bother you?”
“Boonie’s dick is the only one that
matters to me,” she replied, her voice matter-of-fact. “As for the women, I
care less about who they’re sleeping with than how they act the rest of the
time. Like I said, fuck with the sisters and you won’t last. Bridget won’t be
back if she keeps this shit up.”
“Old ladies didn’t get to make
those decisions in the Long- necks.”
Darcy smiled sweetly. “We don’t get
to make those decisions in the Silver Bastards, either. Yet the right decisions
still magically happen. Nobody knows how, really. Guess it’s just all our good
karma coming back to us.”
My mouth dropped. Darcy winked.
“You think those men don’t need
us?” she asked. “Boonie likes sleeping next to me. Gets cold and lonely when
all the old ladies take a girls’ weekend in Seattle. Would be even colder and
lonelier if we didn’t come back, and one time we forgot to for nearly a week.
Fortunately things worked out and we found our way home again. Now things tend
to work out faster.”
My eyes went wide.
“You serious?”
“Do I look like a woman who will
eat shit?”
Point taken.
“Let’s get this trash out. I’m sure
Puck will be looking for you soon, and I
want to make sure all the girls meet you first. That boy’s crazy about you—it’s
cute. Like a pit bull crushing on a kitten.”
About the
Author:
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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