Meet Puck & Becca in SILVER BASTARD!
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...
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.”
Holy cheese balls! Okay where do I even start? Joanna Wylde is brilliant! That is one way for sure. These last few months I have been finding books hard to read. Its not really the books themselves I think its more me. Having a lot on my plate and life has sucked me dry that I would pick up a book and be like yeah okay. Last month I read a few I thought I was out of this slump but NO! Then Puck entered my life.
I know Joanna gives good word. Every single book I have read has made me wish I could just live in her head. The characters come off the pages and feel so alive. The emotions I felt were so raw that at times I felt like I was there watching the characters play out the story right before my eyes. Yes, I know they were (smart asses) I meant like I could physically picture the scenes before me like a movie.
Puck is the kind of guy that makes you want to never get on his bad side. BUT he also has a heart of gold. He had me swooning and panting. In every relationship there is bound to be hiccups and believe me Becca and Puck have theirs. I loved that he held Becca close but let her live her life. He was always in the shadows. Okay I get it some people might think its creepy but I found it to be hot.
I also enjoyed the fact that these two fought their feelings creating great angst and drama. I live for that!
Becca, oh Becca! This girl overcame so much and I appreciated the way her character was written. I mean she could have just become a club whore or a stripper. Instead she decided to do everything she could to not be that. I enjoyed watching her growth. I loved that she worked hard for the little she had and wouldn't let anyone take care of her. She is one of those women who can do for themselves and won't allow others to put her in a corner.
Joanna Wylde has once again knocked it out of the park with this book. I bow down to her. OH and that teaser bonus scene NOT NICE!!! I kept swiping my finger on my kindle saying NO NO THIS CAN'T BE IT. I know she can write the hell out of an MC book but if she decided to write about the Irish mob guy I AM SOOOO IN! Biggest fan of this woman writing RIGHT FREAKING HERE!!! I also loved that she uses a few bloggers names in the book! Hey Joanna if you happen to read this my name is spelled S-A-N-D-I-E....just saying.
One last thing....
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.
Signed Paperback of Silver Bastard (3 copies)