Reaper’s Fall is the newest standalone in the Reaper’s MC Series. Painter & Melanie’s story is FINALLY here!
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He never meant to hurt her.
Levi “Painter” Brooks was nothing before he joined the Reapers motorcycle club. The day he patched in, they became his brothers and his life. All they asked in return was a strong arm and unconditional loyalty—a loyalty that’s tested when he’s caught and sentenced to prison for a crime committed on their behalf.
Melanie Tucker may have had a rough start, but along the way she’s learned to fight for her future. She’s escaped from hell and started a new life, yet every night she dreams of a biker whose touch she can’t forget. It all started out so innocently—just a series of letters to a lonely man in prison. Friendly. Harmless. Safe.
Now Painter Brooks is coming home… and Melanie’s about to learn that there’s no room for innocence in the Reapers MC.
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Reviewed by Ladyballs
Good lord is all I have to say. From the first few pages until the end of the book it was hard for me to put this one down.
This book is Melanie and Painters story and while it starts in the present it then reverts back to the beginning of their story and how they came to be and all their trials and tribulations.
One thing that I thought on more then one occasion is…where are all these hot, broody, alpha males in real life? I mean anytime I see a biker or group of bikers, the LAST words I would use to describe any of them is hot, alpha and did I mention hot. In this series these bikers are just hot, hot, hot. Although they are a group of thugs to a certain degree some of them are just the whole damn package!
Mel and Painters story had me stuck to one spot and pages were a turnin’! Their story FELT real. Their connection FELT real. The struggles they have to be together FELT real. Because of this it made me feel more connected to them. I almost felt like I wasn’t reading a book but more like watching a movie. And I loved every second. You get to see them fall in love, faults and all and that love grow over the years. They have many road blocks and at times I wasn’t sure if there was light at the end of the tunnel for them but I could not stop reading their journey. Mel has the strength and endurance of 10 women and loves Painter with all she has and Painter is multi-faceted and hot and torn between having a normal life and having a life in the MC and standing by his “brothers”. Is there a happy medium between the two? Can he have it all? Or will he lose Melanie in the process. Will he lose the only woman he has ever loved? Will Melanie be able to deal with Painter and the chances he takes with his life? With his well being? Will she be able to be an “old lady” now that the stakes are raised?
This book was one of the best I have read in relation to the progression and struggles in an MC relationship. Not to mention the sex scenes were HOT. And the drama was in full throttle. Definitely one of the better ones in this series and it made me fall back in love with this group a little more!!! Looking forward to reading the rest that are to come!
“You want to watch a movie or something?” she asked, nodding toward the TV. I had a decent one, too. Giant-ass flat-screen—homecoming present from the club.
“Sure,” I said, reaching for the remote. I didn’t have cable, but Ruger had set up some kind of box thingie for me so I could stream shit. “Whatcha in the mood for?”
“Not horror,” she said quickly, and I laughed again, remembering that first evening I’d spent with her at Pic’s house. She’d been so young and scared and vulnerable . . . I’d wanted to eat her up.
I still wanted to eat her.
“I can’t believe that you and Puck were supposed to be watching over me, and then you put in a slasher movie. That’s not how you make a girl feel safe.”
“No horror,” I agreed, although the thought of holding her for a couple hours while she was scared shitless appealed way more than it should. Watch it, asshole. “How about Star Wars?”
“You like Star Wars?”
I shrugged. “Everyone likes Star Wars. You know, I’m pretty damned sure Han Solo was a biker.”
She giggled. “You mean, like a space biker?”
“See, when you say it like that it sounds stupid.”
“I wanted to be Princess Leia. She’s badass,” she said, taking a deep drink of her beer. I watched as her lips wrapped around the neck, her throat swallowing. Oh fuck, that was good. She set the beer down on the coffee table with a clink, then let loose with the biggest burp I’d ever heard.
“Fucking hell,” I said, stunned. “I didn’t think girls could burp like that. Shit. Impressive, Mel. Very impressive.”
She grinned at me.
“We’re friends,” she told me. “And friends don’t need to worry about stuff like that. Let me guess—you’ve never had a female friend before?”
“Not really,” I admitted. “I’m think I’m a little scared.”
Scared and turned on, which was weird.
“You should be. I can do the whole alphabet.”
Damn. I kinda wanted to see that.
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