My Thoughts
Puck gets out of jail and is given a gift...Becca. What he doesn't realize is that Becca is young and being forced by her father to be with him. When he sees her being beaten by her monster of a father and mother standing by doing nothing, he decides to save her and take her with him. He places her in a home where she can grow up safe. Puck comes back into her life years later and she still fears him and others in the MC because of all she went through back then. In one fail swoop of a coffee pot she begins to battle this fear. She is also struggling with all the calls from her mother who has stayed with her father and wants her help to escape him. Becca asks Puck to help her. Becca fights what she feels for Puck as she doesn't want to turn out like her mother. She can't give him up though. Puck has fought his feelings for her for years and is done fighting. He wants her. Period. Now he just has to fight for her. I love Puck. He's a delicious naughty talker with a heart that beats for Becca. I loved their story and can't wait to read the next one in the series.
I give Silver Bastard 5 hearts!
I give Silver Bastard 5 hearts!
About the Book
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...
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Excerpt
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.”
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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