Title: Reaper’s Fall
Author: Joanna Wylde
Series: Reapers MC #5
Release Date: November 10, 2015
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.
When it comes to MC men, Joanna Wylde never lets a girl down. Reaper’s Fall is Painter and Melanie’s story and this novel was undeniably theirs in every single way. Considering their different backgrounds and vastly different plans for the future, I expected their story to be angst-ridden and heartbreaking, yet I was still overcome by how tortured and twisted their journey turned out to be. Having only briefly explored the connection between them before Painter was sent to Prison and their communication became limited to letters, Painter and Melanie had an excruciatingly long build-up of tension between them. This agonizing delay of gratification resulted in a chemistry that was highly combustible. I swear there were times when I thought the pages would catch fire from the incredible heat these two were slinging at each other. The dynamic Joanna Wylde created with this couple was absolutely one-of-a-kind and it took no time at all before I was completely consumed by their messy, chaotic world.
“I still wanted better for her. Someone nice, who’d work a steady job, maybe take her to Hawaii every other year. Wash her car on Saturday mornings. Unfortunately, every time I tried to picture the guy, he was dead at my feet.”
This series is special in that no one feels like a secondary character. Everyone in the background plays such a crucial role to the story and has at some point stolen the show that you just can’t imagine the book without them. Reaper’s Fall was no exception. London and Puck both served as confidants, anchoring Melanie and Painter when their relationship was nothing but a hurricane of hurt. Reese, ever the surprise, stepped up as a father figure of sorts, despite his constant protests that he was done with daughters. Emmy, Kit, and Jessica were the definition of trouble. This trio brought levity and humor to an otherwise gut-wrenching story. Their out of control antics, insane ideas, hilarious banter, and general mayhem had me doubled over in laughter. They were downright ridiculous at times drawing out a goofy grin and feel good moment right when the reader needed a break in the tension. I’m still shaking my head at some of the things they instigated in this book. I adore the way Joanna Wylde has written the women of this series to be total forces of nature, strong, ferocious, and unapologetic in their badass-ery.
“Join the dark side, Melanie. We have cake.”
One of the reasons Reaper’s Fall packed such a powerful punch was because of the explosive energy that surrounded Painter and Melanie’s relationship. To say they were opposites would be an understatement. Melanie was different from the heroines we’ve seen so far in this series. Her malevolence towards the club after Painter’s incarceration on behalf of the MC was intense and unwavering. Mel’s absolute refusal to accept club culture and Painter’s inability to see anything beyond his patch put them at odds more times than not. They straddled the line of love and hate so precariously that I held my breath waiting for the moment when they fell one way or the other. Joanna Wylde did a great job balancing the destructive consequences of such a fundamental disagreement and the growth of both characters as they were forced to blend their worlds. Painter’s growth from a boy resigned to a life of recklessness with the Reapers to a man with the courage to love fiercely and selflessly was simply stunning, leaving me surprised by how much I felt for this character when all was said and done.
“If I had to fall in love with an asshole, at least he was a hot asshole.”
Reaper’s Fall was an incredibly thrilling journey. In addition to all of the relationship drama, the Reapers, Jacks, and Bastards have never been more on edge. This book was a ticking time bomb with the characters putting themselves in danger again and again, keeping me absolutely riveted to the pages. I am in awe of the amount of detail and careful planning that has gone into the overarching plot of this series. Joanna Wylde has so thoroughly mapped out this complicated MC world that with each additional book and every new character more pieces fall into place in the bigger picture. Even now, I can’t wait to get my hands on the next book, desperate for more of this phenomenal series. Painter and Melanie’s journey was definitely unforgettable. They were volatile in a way that never should have worked. However, the qualities that generated so much friction between them became the reason their relationship was real and sustainable. I felt their story deeply, my heart aching at each and every turn for all they had lost and all they had yet to fight through. Reaper’s Fall is every bit the journey I’d envisioned for these two and then some, once again confirming Joanna Wylde’s incredible talent and proving that there is always something exciting and unexpected in store for the Reapers MC.
“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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Don’t miss the rest of the Reapers MC series:
Reaper’s Property (Reapers MC #1)
Reaper’s Legacy (Reapers MC #2)
Devil’s Game (Reapers MC#3)
Reaper’s Stand (Reapers MC #4)
Reapers and Bastards (Reapers MC #4.5)
Reaper’s Fire (Reapers MC #6)
Shade’s Lady (Reapers MC #6.5)