Title: Silver Bastard
Author: Joanna Wylde
Series: Silver Valley #1
Release Date: April 7, 2015
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…
Silver Bastard is another phenomenal MC novel from Joanna Wylde. Puck and Becca’s story was different from the moment it began and I quickly found myself caught up in the unique and gritty journey. Puck’s raw intensity juxtaposed against Becca’s fear and timidity made for a passionate and heartbreaking story. Joanna Wylde had me completely enraptured by Puck’s jagged edges and surprising vulnerability when it came to Becca. This couple is haunted by a past that won’t let go and a future that’s uncertain. The emotional weight of this story surprised me, leaving me once again impressed by the unexpected depth and complexity of Joanna Wylde’s writing. She has certainly taken the typical MC book to a level all her own with her expertly crafted stories and beautifully flawed characters.
“Then she giggled and I knew I was well and truly fucked. I’d never recover from this. Hell, I didn’t even want to.”
Puck is everything you’d expect an alpha biker to be. His gorgeous looks and dirty mouth easily had me melting, but it was his loss of control around Becca that had me falling hard for this man. He seemed to lose all ability to be rational and remain calm around her. Every time they were together, I could practically feel the heat radiating off the page. The connection between them was obvious and incredibly fierce. Joanna Wylde definitely knows how to create sparks. Becca was a great character to follow. Her experiences throughout the story force her to re-evaluate her view of the world and consequently she transforms. Watching her go from the terrified and desperate little girl Puck met all those years ago to the feisty an indestructible woman she eventually becomes was exquisite. Joanna Wylde really allowed this character to grow and flourish and I loved every minute of it.
“That boy’s crazy about you – it’s cute. Like a pit bull crushing on a kitten.”
Silver Bastard was addictive, pulling me through the story and leaving me unable to stop reading. This story packed a powerful punch. Every emotion I experienced felt more vibrant, more significant. The heartbreaking and gut-wrenching moments had sadness and anger burning inside me, while the breathtaking moments of bliss filled my stomach with butterflies. Joanna Wylde has a clear gift for taking a world that is rough, dirty, and unfiltered and polishing it into something brilliant and meaningful. I never felt lost in the violence or illegal activities of the club, instead finding myself captivated by the unraveling storyline and evolving characters. I can already tell I’m going to enjoy life in the Silver Valley and I’m anxious to see whose book we’ll get to experience next. Silver Bastard is a definite one-click for anyone who enjoys a little MC love.
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. Otherwise let it go because you’re an embarrassment to all men in general and to the Silver Bastards in particular.”
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Joanna Wylde is a New York Times bestselling author and creator of the Reapers Motorcycle Club series. She currently lives in Idaho.