Lookie what we got, my fellow biker/MC romance book lovers!! One of our queens of biker-books has just sent over an exclusive excerpt from he upcoming bad-boy release, Reaper’s Stand (Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 4). And!! Five fun facts (yay insider info)!!! Annnnnnndddd!!! She’s giving away one signed copy (an ARC!!) to a lucky commenter, here!
Oh you guys!! It already sounds so good, and you know I was really into her other men… Picnic, though. Sounds like he’s gonna be a heartbreaker. Just the way I like ‘em. Here’s the blurb:
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?
Haven’t started the series yet? You MUST!! These can all be read as standalones, so start where ya want, but why not start from the beginning, since they are all equally fun (and steamy!!). And the book before this one also features “Picnic”, so definitely read it before this one, for maximum enjoyment. Here is Joanna Wylde’s Reapers Motorcycle Club Series Reading Order. And just to give you an idea, here are my book reviews for #1 (Reaper’s Property) & #2 (Reaper’s Legacy).
So ya ready for some insider info? This comes from the author herself:
Hey Maryse – here are five fun facts about the Reapers MC series for you to share with your readers:
1) I never expected the Reapers MC series to take off, which is sort of how I wound up with a hero named Picnic. If I’d truly been considering him as a future writing project, I might have picked something more heroic… On the other hand, I did name the first hero Horse (not exactly heroic), which was initially a placeholder name inspired by my daughter’s stuffed toy. The more I wrote about him as Horse (and the more I learned about real road names) the less I could imagine him with any other name
2) I initially wanted to call Reaper’s Legacy “Fear the Reaper” based off a Blue Oyster Cult song I listened to a lot while I was writing it. That got nixed, because people were concerned it would sound like a horror book instead of a romance.
3)The little town where Marie lived in Reaper’s Property (located in the Yakima valley of Washington state) is based loosely on a combo of Prosser and Union Gap. I was born in the area and still have tons of family there. In that book, I had Picnic bring Marie a box of chocolate covered cherries – those are based on a real product produced in Prosser. Chukkar Cherries makes beautiful, gourmet chocolates using dried fruit grown in the area. Stopping by their tasting room is always a highlight on our trips through the valley. I was there this past weekend
4) Sometimes you hear authors joke that they take revenge by writing characters based on real people who have wronged them and then destroying them in fiction. I wouldn’t say that’s true… but… I have a very good friend who called me up laughing and crying with joy after she read about what happened to “Gary” in Reaper’s Property. For reasons I couldn’t possibly speculate, he reminded her very much of her ex husband. What a coincidence, hmmm?
5) The Reapers MC series would never have happened if it wasn’t for Maryse’s blog. I had written some stories in 2002, but had pretty much given up on fiction after that. Then I got a Kindle for Christmas in 2011 and discovered Maryse’s Facebook page. The amazing indie books I kept finding through the page (and the incredible community inhabiting it!) inspired me to give fiction another shot, and in fall 2012 I wrote Reaper’s Property. It changed my life. Thanks so much to Maryse, but thanks also to the incredible friends I’ve made along the way. Those people I talked books with obsessively right from the beginning are still very close to me… We still talk books all the time, too.
LOL on #4!!! Now THAT is insider info.
Awwwww Joanna!!! I (and so many of us) are thrilled you’re writing these, and delighted at how they’ve taken off. We simply can’t resist your bad boys. You (and they) rock!
You guys ready for that excerpt?
Excerpt from Reaper’s Stand by Joanna Wylde
Coeur d’Alene, Idaho
Should I look him in the eye when I killed him or just shoot him in the back?
I crouched in the kitchen, digging through my purse as if searching for keys. I knew right where the gun was, of course, but pulling it straight out just seemed so . . . obscene. The smell of dinner on the stove filled my nose. Chicken chili, with whole-grain cornbread in the oven for a side because it’s healthier.
It’d been baking for ten minutes already, which meant I had about twelve more minutes to end his life before the bread burned.
Reese sat out in the dining room, reading one of his motorcycle magazines and drinking his favorite beer while he waited for food. I’d been sure to buy a half rack of it earlier, and I’d met him at the door with a cold one open and ready to go. He was on his second now. I wasn’t under any illusions—two beers wouldn’t be enough to slow him down if he came after me, or ease his pain if my aim was off.
Still, a man deserves a beer before dying, right?
My fingers brushed the cold metal of the gun. I pulled out my phone instead and looked at Jessica’s picture, studying her pretty, smiling face on graduation day. So full of hope and promise. She’d raised her right arm to wave at the camera. Her pinkie curled forward, offering a glimpse of the sparkling tips on her new acrylics. She’d wanted them for graduation so badly. They hadn’t been in the budget, but I couldn’t tell her no.
You have to understand—none of us ever expected Jessica to graduate.
Hell, she shouldn’t even be alive. My b!tch of a cousin had done drugs all through both pregnancies, yet somehow Jessie pulled through. Not unscathed. She had the usual developmental quirks . . . poor impulse control, bad judgment. Quick to anger. They came from fetal drug effects—the gift that keeps on giving for a child’s whole life. But at least she had a life. Her little sister died in the NICU two days after her birth. Never had a chance.
F#@k you, Amber. F#@k you very much for doing that to your kids.
I glanced up at the oven timer and realized I’d wasted nearly three minutes thinking about Jess. I supposed I could kill him after pulling out the bread, but putting it off would just make things harder.
Or maybe I should feed him first?
No. He’d had his beer, but if I had to sit across from Reese over a meal I’d never make it. I couldn’t look into those blue eyes and laugh. I’d never been a good liar. This past month had been heaven and hell rolled into one big bad joke.
Right. Time for the punch line.
I pulled out the small pistol and stuck it into the pocket of the loose sweater I’d picked so carefully for just this moment. I also took out my keys, my ID, and my cash, stuffing them into my jeans. Just in case. I didn’t really expect to survive the night, but it never hurts to hope. The van was even gassed up and ready to go, on the off chance that I managed to get away.
Of course, I had no idea where I’d drive. Burn that bridge when you get to it . . .
Things started going wrong as soon as I walked into the dining room. Reese wasn’t sitting at the head of the table, where I’d left him. Damn. I could’ve shot him in the back without warning if he’d just stayed put. Now he sat facing me, leaning casually in his chair, beer in hand. The magazine lay open before him and he looked up, offering me that mocking smile of his. God, I loved that smile, despite the fact that it could be cruel as all f#@k.
“Something you want to talk about?” he asked, cocking his head.
“No,” I murmured, wondering what he’d say if I shared my thoughts. Gee, Reese, I’m so sorry I’m about to kill you, but if it makes you feel any better I hate myself for doing it—not a hundred percent sure I won’t shoot myself next.
I wouldn’t, though. Not yet. Not until I saw Jessica for myself, made sure they’d kept their promises and she was safe and sound. After that?
Well. We’d just have to see.
He sighed, eyes flickering to my pocket, where my hand shifted nervously on the gun.
Paranoia hit yet again.
He knew. He knew all about it, I could see it in his face. F#@k. I’d failed her . . . Don’t be ridiculous. How could he possibly know?
“Babe, you look like you could use a day off,” he said finally. “Have you considered hitting the spa? Maybe get a massage?”
“That costs too much,” I said automatically, biting back a hysterical laugh. Because money mattered now, right?
“I wasn’t suggesting that you pay for it,” he said, frowning at me.
“I don’t want your money—”
“Yeah, I know, you’re totally independent and you like it that way. Blah, blah. Just let me do something for you, for once. F#@k’s sake.”
Sh!t. Why did he have to be so nice?
I felt my eyes start to water and I looked away, forcing myself to detach again and focus. I needed to kill him, and I couldn’t give him any warning. But he was facing me and all the way across the room, which was a bigger problem than it sounds. Pistols aren’t exactly known for accuracy, and it’s not like I had much in the way of experience.
I needed to get closer.
If I came up behind him, rubbed his shoulders . . . That would be close enough. I hated myself.
“The food won’t be ready for another ten minutes,” I said. “You look sort of tense. Want a neck rub?”
He raised a brow as I circled the table.
“I think you should stay back,” he said slowly. I paused.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’d hate to make it too easy for you, sweetheart.”
My chest tightened. I offered a weak smile, because like I said—I’m a sh!t liar.
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m assuming you’re planning to shoot me in the back of the head,” he said quietly, and that’s when I realized he wasn’t relaxed at all. He might be leaning back casually, but every one of those solid muscles roping his body had drawn tight, poised to attack. “That’s a bad idea. You shoot that close, you’ll be all covered in blood spatter. Means you’ll have to risk tracking more evidence out of the house or taking time to clean up. Either way, complicates things.”
Well. At least it was all finally out in the open. Almost a relief. I pulled out the gun and held it up, using my left hand to brace my right as I carefully sighted on him. I expected him to explode up at me, to fight back. Instead he just sat, waiting.
“Go ahead, do it,” he said, a sad smile toying with the corners of his mouth. “Show me what you’re made of.”
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “You’ll never know how much I wish this weren’t happening.”
“Then don’t do it. Whatever it is, we can work through it. I’ll help you.”
He sighed, then looked past me and jerked his chin.
“It’s over, babe,” I heard a man say from behind. Huh. I guess it was. Fortunately, I had just enough time to pull the trigger before he hit me.
Copyright 2014, Joanna Wylde
And how about that giveaway! Talk about a sneak peek!
How to enter for a chance to win a signed print copy of “Reaper’s Stand”? Who’s your favorite book bad boy? And Sunday night (Sunday August 10th, 2014) by 10pm EST, I will randomly select one winner.
The winner will be contacted and will have 48hrs to respond with a mailing address, so if you are picked, do not delay or you will lose your chance. This book will be sent to the winners directly by the publisher/author.
Contest open internationally!