Rome's Chance by Joanna Wylde
Series: Reapers MC #6.6
Also in this series: Reapers and Bastards: A Reapers MC Anthology, Reaper's Fall
Published by Evil Eye Concepts Inc on April 24, 2018
Genres: Biker / MC
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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Joanna Wylde comes a new story in her Reapers MC series…
Rome McGuire knew he was in trouble the first time he saw her.
She was sweet and pretty and just about perfect in every way. She was also too young and innocent for the Reapers Motorcycle Club. He did the right thing, and walked away.
The second time, he couldn’t resist tasting her.
Gorgeous and smart, fun and full of wonder, she jumped on his bike and would’ve followed him anywhere. Still, she deserved a shot at happiness somewhere bigger and better than a town like Hallies Falls. Walking away wasn’t so easy that time, but her family needed her and he had a job to do.
When she came around a third time, he’d had enough. Randi Whittaker had been given two chances to escape, and now it was time for Rome to take his.
This time, the only way Randi would be leaving Hallies Falls was on the back of Rome’s bike.
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I read the last sentence of the book and said “Awww. That was so sweet!” Just like with Shade’s Lady, although there was some brawling, this was a mushy gushy relationship driven romance, and I liked it. Although a little more action and grit wouldn’t have gone unappreciated, it was great just as it was.
Rome had wanted Randi for a long time but fate stepped in via the fires of eight years ago (the ones showcased in Reaper’s Fire) when Randi’s family evacuated. After a few years, her family moved back but she didn’t.
Back for her high school reunion, she realizes her mother is in a bad way, which means her younger siblings are in a worse way. Things had never been great at home and as the eldest of 5 kids, Randi had always taken on the parental role. She had thought her mother was doing fine so she could finally live her own life but that is not the case. This meant she had some difficult decisions to make.
I really liked Randi but I thought she was too forgiving of her mother. That being said she did finally get tough with her but in the back of my mind, I was thinking too little, too late. Other than that, Randi was loving, caring, and extremely responsible and I liked her with Rome.
Rome was absolutely perfect. So much so, I wanted to breathe life into him and keep him (after magically making myself twenty years younger). Seeing as how I’m happily married to the love of my life, this tells you how much I loved Rome. He was the type of guy I like to call alpha-sweet. Which is what I call my husband…hmmm…there may be a reason I loved Rome. Anyway, he was patient, caring, only being stubborn when it was important, and he’s a Reaper so you know he can kick ass when it needs to be done.
After the first worst date in history, or maybe the second since they had gone on one date right before all hell broke loose eight years before, Randi wasn’t really sure about dating Rome at all. You can add perseverance to Rome’s very long list of qualities because he did not give up. This is good because when tragedy struck and Randi needed Rome, he was right where he needed to be.
This was a sweet, sexy, funny, slightly emotional read that I thoroughly enjoyed. I just wish it wasn’t so short so we could have gotten more of the life after tragedy portion of the story. I wanted front row seats to how Rome and the Reapers helped put Randi and her little family back together. But that’s how I usually am after a Reapers story: happy but wanting more.
Rating: 4 Alpha Sweet Stars
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“Randi?” I froze, because I knew that voice.
The sound was rough and sexy, with just a hint of a growl. Deeper than it’d been eight years ago, when I’d thrown caution to the wind and hopped on the back of his motorcycle for one glorious night.
Back then, I’d still been a shy little thing, terrified that some hot biker might actually want to talk to me, let alone take me out. When I caught him watching me at the party, I remembered studying the floor, his shirt collar, even the beer in my plastic cup, because I hadn’t known what to do with myself around such raw male glory. Apparently some things never change, because when I turned to face him, I found myself staring at the floor again.
This was a mistake, because his feet were down there. And the battered, black leather boots he wore led to jeans-covered legs. Legs topped by thick, muscular thighs.
Stop it. You’re acting like a giant dork! My brain hissed.
Oblivious and mesmerized, my gaze rose to the faded denim around his fly, and it was all over. My eyes started tracing the folds of the Okanogan Fire and Rescue T-shirt covering his still-muscular chest, although the Reapers Motorcycle Club vest he wore was a change. Back then, he’d been hanging around the Nighthawk Raiders MC. That whole club had disappeared for reasons I’d never fully understood, and the Reapers had taken over the town shortly afterward. Apparently Rome was one of them now.
I’d always wondered what’d happened to Rome after I’d left. We’d never said goodbye. That summer, the wildfires had swept through so fast that my family had to evacuate with the clothes on our backs. We hadn’t bothered to come back and sift through the ashes.
I’d kept in touch with my old boss, Tinker, of course.
I’d even considered asking her about Rome, but in some ways those fires were the best thing that ever happened to me. Starting over meant starting college in Missoula, and then a whole new life.
Wasn’t like Rome and I could’ve ever been anything real, anyway. Guys like him weren’t for girls like me.
My gaze reached his neck, which bristled with thick, black stubble that was more than a little out of control-this was different from when I’d known him before. Not that he’d ever been baby-faced, but he’d definitely matured. Now there were a few wrinkles around those dark blue eyes, although the dimple was still there. So was the crooked smile that’d spontaneously combusted my panties.
A crooked smile that was currently combusting my panties. Who knew that a supermarket could be such dangerous territory?
“Been a long time,” he said. I shrugged, unsure what to say. I mean, yeah, we’d gone out on a date. He’d kissed me and wow… Not that we’d gotten much past second base, but he’d scored a home run in the lower deck of my ballpark, if you know what I mean. But he was one of those guys-you know, the kind of guys who hit lots of home runs with lots of girls.
“Yeah, well…” My words trailed off.
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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