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?
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
A series that just keeps on getting better with each rowdy, dirty, loyal, dangerous, caveman-like, foul-mouthed & totally sexy Reaper MC member.
Joanne has taken things to the next level giving us this biker world romance. What’s that like? Well if you haven’t discovered yet what with all thing MC everywhere. All I have to say is I feel bad for you as you have no idea why you are missing. You may not think you can be an old lady but you will love the eff out of the stories. There are very few authors who can write MC romance in a way that makes my whole body tingle and Joanna is one of the authors I follow religiously and rabidly for that feeling.
In Reaper’s Stand we finally get Pic’s story… I mean about time!!! The man needs some loving that is not club-whore material or employed at The Line. He may be a bad ass biker boss but no man can be without an old-lady type of
Here we have our President of local MC – Reese “Picnic” Hayes… a man who lost his wife and a serious case of empty next syndrome as his girls are off having HEA with another club’s nomad member or far off living the adult life. So we have Reese drowning his sorrow after losing his wife to Cancer. and I mean DROWNING in all types of women… the only preference is that they got to be swanky and perky.
Here we have an independent local commercial cleaning FULL TIME business owner and FULL TIME caregiver to her troubled niece – London Armstrong. Another person who is not living life for herself but so busy with trying to keep her niece on the narrow path that she doesn’t believe she can manager herself and she is right. Her niece is born with drugs in her system and slew of health and developmental problems. She’s a smart kid but a kid who is mostly messed up in the head.
“I didn’t do it because I’m with you,” I said softly, my voice deadlier than arsenic. “I did it because that child’s mama ran off yesterday and I’m her emergency backup mother. It’s a job I take seriously. Don’t fuck with a mama bear, Reese. Doesn’t end well for anyone— not even big, bad bikers.”
Two of the unlikely people… one living the civilian life and one living an outlaw life and YET they are drawn together. On top of their lives overlapping business wise as certain side business need some cleaning that London takes care of. But thanks to her trouble-maker niece London ends up being immersed in the biker life trying to pull her out while TRYING to keep Picnic away… SILLY WOMAN. No matter how much they both fight the attraction… the more they are drawn to each other.
I’d felt so safe in his arms. Now all I felt was terror. Terror and unholy lust.
“I want to stick my cock into your pussy. Don’t worry—I’ll get you nice and ready first. Open you up with my fingers, make sure you’re so wet and hot that when you wrap around me, it’ll feel like I’m fucking a goddess because you’re goddamn perfect, London.
In this that no matter what danger is around and no matter how much London mis-navigates the proper conduct in MC world… no matter how dark things get these two light things up. Proving that the two world CAN AND WILL collide into a beautiful mix of love and hot dangity flip-flap hotness.
“Are you gonna sit down or not?” he asked.
“I’m really uncomfortable with”—I gestured toward the woman—“this.” “That’s not exactly my problem,” he said, dropping a hand to rest on her head. “But if it’s an issue, you can take her place.”
“No,” I said quickly.
“Then sit the fuck down and tell me why you’re here.”
His voice tightened, and I realized he was running out of patience. Fair enough—he obviously had other things on his . . . ahem . . . mind. I carefully perched on the edge of the couch, facing the door. This was actually better, I realized. I didn’t have to look at him now. Although I could feel the woman’s movements through the furniture frame and that was very creepy.
“My cousin’s daughter is somewhere at this party,” I said quickly. “Her name is Jessica, and she has very poor judgment. I’d really like to get her out of here and home before she does something completely stupid.”
Like set the building on fire.
“You got shit timing.”
I didn’t respond, because what the hell would I say? So far as I knew, Hallmark didn’t make a “Sorry I Interrupted Your Oral Sex” card.
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. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads