Excerpt
“You’re not going back to
the party.”
She cocked her head, and I
saw the confusion in her alcohol- glazed eyes as she wrinkled her nose at me.
All cute, like a rabbit.
“You look like a bunny.”
“You look like an ax
murder,” she said, frowning. “And I thought London was looking for me. Aren’t
we going the wrong way?”
“I lied. I do that a lot,”
I told her, staring at her lips. I reached out, catching her chin in my hand,
running my thumb across her lips. Our eyes locked, and I don’t know if her
pulse started to rise but mine sure as fuck did. What the hell had I been
thinking, writing to this girl? She was so pretty and perfect and had this
amazing, magical life just waiting for her and all I could think about was
dragging her down into the dirt and shoving my cock into every hole she had.
She’d scream while I did
it, too, the same sweet screams that played in my head every night while I
jacked off.
I hated myself.
“Why did you lie?” she
asked, her voice a whisper.
“To get you away from Taz.
It’s not safe with him.”
Mel’s forehead creased in
confusion, her brain moving so slowly I could practically see the wheels
turning behind her eyes. She might be smart as fuck most of the time, but she’d
transitioned to drunker than fuck tonight. Kit. Kit and Em. They’d done this to
her.
I leaned in closer,
catching her scent. For an instant I swayed, so tempted . . .
“They told me all about
you,” she whispered.
“Who?”
“The other girls. Kit, Em.
Jessica. I know how you operate,” she continued. One of her hands rose,
touching my chest. Fire burst through me, because if I’d wanted her before I
was desperate for her now. She was so soft, so sweet . . . so perfect.
Then her words sank in.
“What did you just say?”
“They told me all about
you,” she said, eyes dropping to stare at my lips. “They told me you
have a Madonna-whore complex.” I froze.
“A what?”
“A Madonna-whore complex,” she repeated, her
voice earnest. “You like to screw dirty girls and you put clean girls on
pedestals, where they can stay perfect and pure. That’s pretty messed up,
Painter. There’s no such thing as Madonnas and whores. We’re all just people.”
The words stunned me. What
the hell was she talking about? Just because I didn’t want her dragged down in
the drama and bullshit of this life didn’t mean I had some sort of fucking
complex. And who the hell were the Hayes sisters to have an opinion? I couldn’t
tell what pissed me off more—the fact that they’d talked to Mel about me or
that they hadn’t done a better job of scaring her off.
She wasn’t supposed to be here.
“Kit and Em are crazy, and
that friend of yours—Jessica? She’s like a car crash. You don’t belong here,
Mel.”
“And where do I belong?”
“With some nice kid who’ll
treat you like a queen and work his ass off to give you everything perfect for
the rest of your life.” The words were practically a growl.
Her eyes widened.
“What if I don’t want
perfect?”
“Too fucking bad, because
that’s what you’re getting.”
Reaper’s Fall is the newest
standalone in the Reaper's MC Series.
Painter & Melanie's story will be available on November 10th and is currently up for Pre-order!
Painter & Melanie's story will be available on November 10th and is currently up for Pre-order!
Blurb
The New York Times bestselling author of Reaper’s Stand is back in her “uber-alpha rough world of MCs”* as
one woman’s future is rocked by the man whose hardcore past could destroy her…
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.
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