Shade's Lady by Joanna Wylde
Series: Reapers MC #6.5
Also in this series: Reapers and Bastards: A Reapers MC Anthology, Reaper's Fall
on March 14, 2017
Genres: Biker / MC
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New York Times bestselling author Joanna Wylde returns to the world of the Reapers Motorcycle Club…
Looking back, none of this would’ve happened if I hadn’t dropped my phone in the toilet. I mean, I could’ve walked away from him if I’d had it with me.
Or maybe not.
Maybe it was all over the first time he saw me, and he would’ve found another way. Probably—if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that Shade always gets what he wants, and apparently he wanted me.
Right from the first.
I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book.
Shade’s Lady is the kind of fairytale I can get behind!
As a young girl, I’ve always thought Prince Charming was a pansy-assed prissy marshmallow type of man. Why any girl would fall for a Prince Charming was a mystery to me. Now though, after getting a glimpse of Joanna Wylde’s version of Prince Charming, I suddenly understand the attraction.
Shade (Hello, even his name is sexy) is not only a biker, he’s president of the Reapers MC. He’s badass and scary as hell but oh so very hot. This anti-hero could charm the panties off a nun. I couldn’t have conjured up a better Prince Charming if I tried.
I was a bit worried about Mandy when she was first introduced. I liked her, but she seemed a bit scattered. She had absolute shit taste in men and no common sense when it came to dealing with them. Ignoring the warning signs, she found out the hard way her boyfriend was a douchenozzle of epic proportions on top of being a complete idiot.
Initially, Mandy didn’t appear to be the right fit for the National President’s Old Lady but it wasn’t long before it was evident she would be a great choice. She was loyal to a fault, cared deeply about others, and holy cow, that woman was hell on wheels (literally) when she was pissed.
When she went after her ex, I laughed and cheered (well, in my head since it was midnight). I think her act of revenge needed a country song written about it maybe with Carrie Underwood singing it, or better yet, the Dixie Chicks. After what the douchenozzle pulled, she was D.O.N.E. with men, especially bikers and/or bad boys.
Shade had his work cut out for him in winning over his lady and I had a great time going along for that ride as he pinned her down. He had to be very innovative as he attempted to pull off the world’s longest one-night stand.
It’s been awhile since I’ve laughed so much with a biker book. Mandy’s inner musings were a crack up, especially when Wonder Woman stopped in for a chat. I had no idea that everyone’s favorite demi-goddess was an expert on such varied topics, you know, like phone sex!
It’s a Reapers story, so it had enough action and grit to keep me happy. As a sweet little bonus, there was a side romance going on that I thought was freaking adorable. Shade didn’t topple Horse from his throne, but he got close. Shade’s Lady was sweet, witty, funny and sexy as hell with just a touch of grit and ended up being my idea of the perfect little biker fairytale.
Rating: 5 Biker Fairytale Stars
Shade’s Lady Excerpt
“You’re full of sh*t!” I said, waving my hand grandly. My drink sloshed and I licked the side of the cup, because this whiskey was way too good to waste even a single drop. “Wonder Woman is better than Batman. She’s got real power, not just fancy toys. Although she has those, too, which means anything Batman can do, she can do better.”
“Nope,” Shade said, shaking his head seriously. “She’s hot, I’ll give her that, but he’d take her in a fair fight.”
I held up a hand for him to wait as I polished off my booze.
“No way. She’s a goddess of war and she’s one of the best hand-to-hand fighters in history. She’s got an invisible jet, for God’s sake. How can you compete with that? All he has is a bunch of money and the stupid Batmobile.”
“Hand over the cup,” Shade said, narrowing his eyes.
“Why?” I asked, narrowing mine right back. I was good and drunk now, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to be done for the night.
“Demonstration,” he replied. “C’mon. Or are you chicken?”
“What are we, kindergartners?”
“You’re the one insisting Wonder Woman can take Batman,” he replied. “Chicken.”
Then he leaned toward me, raising a single finger to poke me in the center of my chest. Not copping a feel or anything remotely sexual, either. This was pure taunt. I handed him the cup and he tossed it on the floor, nearly falling off the bed in the process. I smirked—guess I wasn’t the only drunk one. Then he started listing to the side and I lunged for him, grabbing his shirt to keep him from going over.
Shade caught my arm, using the momentum to pull me onto his body with sudden force. My hands hit his chest and I raised my head to stare at him, stunned.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked. Shade wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tight to his body.
About Joanna Wylde:
Joanna Wylde started her writing career in journalism, working in two daily newspapers as both a reporter and editor. Her career has included many different jobs, from managing a homeless shelter to running her own freelance writing business, where she took on projects ranging from fundraising to ghostwriting for academics. During 2012 she got her first Kindle reader as a gift and discovered the indie writing revolution taking place online. Not long afterward she started cutting back her client list to work on Reaper’s Property, her breakout book. It was published in January 2013, marking the beginning of a new career writing fiction.
Joanna lives in the mountains of northern Idaho with her family.
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