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?
“Because if you look at me like that for even one more second I’m gonna throw you down on that bed and fuck every part of you, starting with your tits. Unless that’s on the menu, you need to grab your shit and leave while you still can. This is the only warning you’ll get.”
First things first: Picnic is definitely a D.I.L.F. I LOVED HIM!!
Ok. Now that’s out of the way, onward to my review.
Picnic & London had a tough order to fill. I LOVED Hunter & Em’s book. Though this book didn’t quite top that one, I did fall in love with Picnic. As for London, well, she’s honestly the reason why I couldn’t give this a full five stars.
“Christ, you’d be perfect if you didn’t have such a stick up your ass.”
London, London, London. Love your name, but you drove me completely NUTS!!! I admire how strong and independent you are, but some of the decisions you made… ((rolls eyes, shakes head)) Ok. Sorry. I digress.
London runs her own cleaning business. She’s smart, savvy and is in charge. She tries to keep her head on straight, and veers away from trouble, hence why she doesn’t want anything to do with the local MC. However, fate had other ideas. While trying to retrieve her rebellious charge, Jessica, from the clubhouse she finds herself gaining the attention of the Club’s President, Reese “Picnic” Hayes.
My cock throbbed. Literally. I felt each pulsing heartbeat hit it like a sledgehammer. I wanted to kill her. Fuck her, then kill her.
Oh, Picnic. Don’t let the fact that he’s an older Hero deter you from reading this. I know age doesn’t matter, but seriously…he’s just as sexy and virile as any man 15 years younger than him. He also contains all those Alpha characteristics we all crave in our MC Heroes: Possessive, protective and stubborn. London walking into his life throws him off kilter, and you know this man won’t give up until he gets what he wants.
“Take something off, because otherwise I’m going to start ripping things.”
Like I mentioned before, the only reason why I couldn’t give it the full five stars was because of London. Don’t get me wrong, I loved her character, but she does something so incredibly stupid that I couldn’t help but wanting to virtually slap her upside her head...ugh! But aside from her moment of stupidity, this was an amazing read and it just solidifies why I love this series so much. Can’t wait for more!
Complimentary advanced reader's copy provided by author/publisher/NetGalley in exchange for an honest review
“Okay, let’s get some shit straight and then you can head out.” Great, here it came. The Talk. Fortunately I was ahead of him for once.
“Don’t worry, Reese. I know this was just a one-off for you, and that you don’t want a relationship. That’s what I needed, too, so in a way it’s perfect. No harm, no foul. We can just pretend this never happened.”
A scowl covered his face. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Us. Or rather, the fact that there isn’t an ‘us.’ I get it—you like to sleep around. I had a good time, but I’m not expecting a ring or anything.”
His eyes widened, and I smirked.
“Although I’ll be around if you want another booty call,” I added slyly.
Yay me! I’m a sophisticated woman who knows the difference between love and sex.
Reese’s scowl grew deeper, and then suddenly he moved and I was under him, pinned down against the bed. He pulled my hands up, holding them prisoner above my head.
“Are you fucked in the head?” he demanded harshly. “You get laid for the first time in years, it’s phenomenal—”
“Well, aren’t you the modest one?”
“It’s phenomenal,” he repeated, emphasizing the word heavily. “And now you’re just going to ignore me? I am not fuckin’ down with that.”
Previous Books in the Reaper’s MC Series
Reaper’s Property (Reaper's MC #1)
Reaper’s Legacy (Reaper's MC #2)
Devil’s Game (Reaper's MC #3)
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Joanna is a freelance writer living in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. She started writing fiction in 2002, then took a long hiatus to explore other writing opportunities. She returned to fiction in January 2013 with ‘Reaper’s Property’, the first book in the Reapers Motorcycle Club series.
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