Devil's Game (Reapers Motorcycle Club)

Author: Wylde, Joanna

Color: Black

Features:

• Berkley Publishing Group

Number Of Pages: 352

Details:

Liam “Hunter” Blake hates the Reapers MC. Born and raised a Devil’s Jack, he knows his duty. He’ll defend his club from their oldest enemies—the Reapers—using whatever weapons he can find. But why use force when the Reapers’ president has a daughter who’s alone and vulnerable? Hunter has wanted her from the minute he saw her, and now he has an excuse to take her. Em has lived her entire life in the shadow of the Reapers. Her overprotective father, Picnic, is the club’s president. The last time she had a boyfriend, Picnic shot him. Now the men in her life are far more interested in keeping her daddy happy than showing her a good time. Then she meets a handsome stranger—a man who isn't afraid to treat her like a real woman. One who isn't afraid of her father. His name is Liam, and he’s The One. Or so she thinks.

Reviews:

“Raw emotion and riveting characters, I fell in love from page one!”—Katy Evans, New York Times bestselling author

“A really good bad-boy biker book! Exactly what I’ve been looking to read.”

— Maryse’s Book Blog

About the Author:

Joanna Wylde is the  New York Times bestselling author of the Reaper’s Motorcycle Club novels and the Silver Valley series. She lives in the mountains of northern Idaho with her family. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Titles by Joanna Wylde ACKNOWLEDGMENTS AUTHOR’S NOTE PROLOGUE EIGHT YEARS AGO COEUR D’ALENE, IDAHO EM “For fuck’s sake . . . they’re like weasels in heat. I’m gonna puke.” I nodded, agreeing with my sister one hundred percent. Barfing was the only reasonable response to this shit. We stood in our dining room, which connected to the kitchen through a pair of pocket doors. Dad had Mom up on the counter, legs wrapped around his waist, his tongue so far down her throat it should’ve triggered her gag reflex. “You do realize we’re watching you, right?” Kit asked loudly. Dad pulled away and turned his head to glare at us. Mom winked, but she didn’t have the grace to blush. “Take another ten minutes to fix your hair or something,” he said. “Then come back down for breakfast.” Kit growled next to me. She had Dad’s temper. I wish I did. I always followed the rules, and it kind of sucked. Kit called me a daddy’s girl and maybe she was right. But I just really hated pissing him off. “It’s the first day of school and I don’t want to be late,” she declared. “You can screw each other any time, but this only happens once a year. I’m hungry.” Dad stepped slowly away from Mom, turning toward us and crossing his arms. His faded tats told a hundred stories, and most of my friends were a little nervous around him. His black leather cut, emblazoned with Reapers MC colors, didn’t help. Lucky us—we couldn’t have a normal dad who worked at a bank or something. Nope. Ours had to be the president of a motorcycle club. According to my best friend Quinn, Dad was a badass motherfucker, and she was right. I knew no matter what happened, he’d always be there for me. Secretly, I liked the fact that the Reapers would back him up. The sight of Dad’s tats and patches made me feel sort of safe, but I’d never admit it. None of that made finding him and my mom practically doing it in the kitchen any less disgusting. I mean, I made sandwiches on that counter. Now where was I supposed to make them? “For once,” Kit said, narrowing her eyes, “would you please act like normal parents and just ignore each other during a meal?” “Sounds boring,” Dad muttered, narrowing his eyes right back. Mom and I locked gazes, and she made a face. I hated this part—Dad and Kit could turn anything into a fight. Mom said they were way too similar, and I agreed. She was the oil that kept our family running smoothly, defusing situations before they got out of hand. “I don’t like being bored,” he added. “Go do whatever it is girls do in the bathroom for a while, and then you can come back down. My house, my rules.” I grabbed Kit’s arm, tugging her away before she fired back...

EAN: 9780425272350

Release Date: 03-06-2014

Languages: English

Item Note: Great shape- pages are unmarked and sharp.Has a remainder mark. Paperback Used - Like New Ships fast! 2014

Item Condition: UsedLikeNew

Binding: Paperback