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Reaper's Fire
Reapers MC #6
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Joanna Wylde

Release Date: August 9th, 2016





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New York Times bestselling author Joanna Wylde returns to the "wild and raw"* world of the Reapers MC with the story of Gage and Tinker...

The club comes first.

I've lived by those words my whole life — assumed I'd die by them, too, and I never had a problem with that. My Reaper brothers took my back and I took theirs and it was enough. Then I met her. Tinker Garrett. She's beautiful, she's loyal, and she works so damned hard it scares me sometimes... She deserves a good man — one better than me. I can't take her yet because the club still needs me. There's another woman, another job, another fight just ahead.

Now she'll learn I've been lying to her all along. None of it's real. Not my name, not my job, not even the clothes I wear. She thinks I'm nice. She pretends we're just friends, that I've still got a soul... Mine's been dead for years. Now I'm on fire for this woman, and a man can only burn for so long before he destroys everything around him.

I'm coming for you, Tinker.

Soon.









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"I can't believe how late it is," Tinker said, yawning, and I realized the movie had ended. Now she stretched upward, the blanket falling to her waist as her boobs pushed forward.

God, how much should a man be expected to take?

I should've stayed away from her completely — that'd been the plan — but something had snapped when I'd seen her out in the courtyard. Couldn't remember the last time I'd met a woman like Tinker. She was smart and sexy and funny, and she worked damned hard to take care of her family and business. Sure, I wanted to fuck her — you'd have to be gay not to — but I respected her, too.

"I should probably get going," she said, offering me a smile so sweet I wanted to bite her lips. "I like to check on Dad before going to sleep, and I've got to be up early in the morning. I've got to package orders for the courier tomorrow — if they aren't ready by two p.m., I'm screwed."

I considered rolling over on top of her. Pushing her down into the couch cushions, shoving my leg between hers, and showing her what a real man feels like.

"Cooper?" she asked, looking confused. I blinked a couple times, forcing myself to focus on her face.

"I'm going to watch another one," I told her, because I'm a goddamn masochist. "You sure you're ready to head out?"

She frowned, and I could almost read her thoughts. Yes, she should leave. But she wanted me as much as I wanted her. And yeah, I realize that makes me sound like an egotistical ass, but this wasn't my first rodeo. I saw the lust in her eyes, and the way she licked her lips and stared at my mouth. This wasn't a one-way street, not even close.

"I guess I could stay a little longer," she whispered. Christ, she was so sweet and soft. I wanted to bite her even more now. Suck that pouty lower lip into my mouth and shove a finger up her ass.

Break her.

You're one sick fuck.

Why yes. Yes, I am. Thanks for noticing.

I managed to control the urge, catching her hand instead, giving it a friendly squeeze like some kind of pathetic tool. Her fingers tightened on mine, then she pulled away and snuggled back down under the blanket, raising her feet to rest on the coffee table. I grabbed the remote and clicked through the menu.

Tomorrow I'd do my job. I'd fuck Talia and spy on Marsh and look for any kind of weakness that might end this situation, the faster the better. Tonight, though... Tonight I'd pretend this wasn't a waste of time.

Goddamn, but my dick hurt.

The next hour was torture.

Tinker sat next to me, all cute and classy and absolutely refusing to make any kind of eye contact. I don't know how she felt, but to me the sexual tension hanging in the air was thick and heavy. I kept thinking about her hand in mine — small, but strong. The hand of someone who knew how to work hard. So far as I knew, Talia had never held down a job, let alone supported herself.

The couch shifted, and I glanced over to find Tinker sliding deeper into the cushions, drawing the blanket up to her chin. Our legs were maybe six inches apart. She shifted again, and then her hand bumped mine under the blanket. She jerked it back quickly, and I caught the hint of a flush on her cheeks. That was another thing I liked about her — her skin was so pale that I could see every hint of arousal.

Grabbing her hand, I pulled it over to rest on my thigh. This was a really bad idea, so I pointedly refused to think it through. Her hand tensed at first, then relaxed into my strength. My cock swelled against the fabric of my jeans, just inches from her fingers — it«d be so easy to push her hand toward it, wrap it around my painfully swollen dick, and just go to town.

Tinker's fingers gave a quick squeeze — almost more of a spasm — and I bit back a groan.

Yeah, okay. Really, really bad idea. I should get off the couch and shut this shit down right now, because I couldn't afford to blow things with Talia just yet. Instead I found myself leaning toward Tinker, bumping shoulders.

God.

I'd grown a pussy. No other explanation, because I couldn't figure out why the hell else an adult man would sit holding hands under a damned blanket like a kid.






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Reaper's Property
Reapers MC #1
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Joanna Wylde





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Marie doesn't need a complication like Horse. The massive, tattooed badass biker who shows up at her brother's house one afternoon doesn't agree. He wants Marie on his bike and in his bed. Now.

But Marie just left her abusive jerk of an ex-husband and she's not looking for a new man. Especially one like Horse. She doesn't know his real name or where he lives. She's ninety percent certain he's a criminal and that the "business" he talked with her brother wasn't website design. She needs him out of her life, which would be a snap if he wasn't so damned sexy.

Horse is part of the Reapers Motorcycle Club, and when he wants something, he takes it. What is he wants is Marie, but she's not interested in becoming some biker's property.

Then her brother steals from the club. Now Marie can save him by giving Horse what he wants — at home, in public, on his bike... and if she's a very, very good girl, he'll let her brother live.






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Joanna Wylde is a New York Times bestselling author and creator of the Reapers Motorcycle Club series. She currently lives in Idaho.



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A Player for A Princess
Dirty Players #2
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Tia Louise

Release Date: September 20th 2016

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From the Mediterranean to the Caribbean, the game continues...

Zelda Wilder is on the run, this time from the ruthless assassins who've decided she knows too much to live.

"Playboy Prince" MacCallum Lockwood Tate isn't about to let the beautiful player who stole his heart get away — if only he could decide whether he wants to save her or strangle her for her dangerous choices.

After tracking her down to a casino in St. Croix, Cal follows Zee back to Tortola where he intends to keep her safe. One problem: Zelda's criminal liaisons are two steps ahead of her.

Lives are threatened, and all of the players' skills are tested in this plot to capture a killer and save a princess.

Cinderella meets Ocean's Eleven in this CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE DUET featuring secrets, lies, royal high jinks, scams and double-crosses; breathless, swooning lust, cocky princes, dominant alpha future-kings, and crafty courtiers, who are not always what they seem.






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Chapter 1: Old Habits

~ Zelda Wilder ~

My heart is beating too fast. Glancing down, I see my hands tremble, and I take a few measured breaths to try and make them stop.

I've never been this anxious on a job, but everything has changed in the last six weeks. Looking over my shoulder has become a nonstop addiction it seems.

For the first time, I'm alone with Seth, just the two of us. Unknown hit men took out our longtime partner Helen, and we don't even know how long ago it was. The radio report simply said her body was found in a bathtub in a cheap hotel in Miami. A plastic bag was over her head.

Clutching my black purse, again I look over my shoulder. Through the neon lights and arcade noises of the Divi casino in St. Croix, I see men in black blazers dotted among the gamblers. Men with curly earpieces in their ears, men with dark brows lowered over steely eyes, men sweeping the room for any signs of criminal activity.

I do another quick sweep, and I realize I'm looking for Ava. Stop that, Zee. My little sister is far away from this life, and it's because I chose to distance us. I decided her safety is more important than keeping our family together.

The last time I saw her, she was wounded and pale, unconscious in a hospital bed. It tore at my heart to leave her, but at least I know she's okay. Thanks to the Internet, I've been able to keep up with the "developing story" of the assassination attempt on the future king of Monagasco and the shooting of his fiancée, a.k.a., my sister. Rowan has taken Ava from the hospital to the palace, where she's recuperating under the watchful eyes of his royal guards.

With a steady exhale, I release the nerves, reminding myself it's for the best. She's with the man who loves her, who promised to take care of her. If a crown prince can't do that, I don't stand a chance.

Still... it isn't me.

I'm not watching out for her.

As the oldest, I've always had that job. I've taken care of us since our parents died, leaving us at the mercy of the foster system. I've protected her ever since that last asshole thought he'd try relieving his sexual frustrations on a little girl entrusted to his "care". It was me who'd bashed him over the head with the lamp, grabbed her hand, and run us out of there.

We'd hidden all night in the pouring rain in a concrete culvert, and I came up with a plan to keep us out of that life for good. Passing the baton to someone else — even a future king — hits me harder than I thought it would. My throat aches at her absence, my chest heavy. Stay safe, Ava-bug.

Tonight is the first time I've ever entered a place like this without her. Ava is the only person I can count on in any situation. Every security guard in this room reminds me of how we've always been a team. If anything goes wrong, I grab her hand and we run, just like always. We stay alive.

Only, I made the deal that changed everything. I shook hands with the devil.

I could argue I didn't have a choice. We were facing jail time, felony convictions in Florida for grand theft, and while I'd be willing to take my chances in jail, there's no way in hell I'm letting Ava go to prison. So yeah. Agreeing to work with Reginald Winchester might make me a "bad guy", but I'd do it again in heartbeat.

A heartbeat...

Squaring my shoulders, I slide a lock of jet-brown hair behind my ear and force confidence into my stride. I make my way through the glittering, noisy casino to my target — a shiny brass roulette wheel — and prepare to start the show.

The last time we worked this con in Miami, Helen had been waiting at the table when I got there. I can still hear her gravelly voice and see her "May Contain Alcohol" sweatshirt. Sadness followed closely by fear ricochets through my insides. Whoever killed her is looking for me.

We were on our way to Tortola to hide when Seth said we should stop in here and bank extra cash. As Americans, we don't need passports in St. Croix, and we can catch a cheap ferry and slip away in the night to our ultimate destination.

Keeping off the radar is the goal — as always. We'll pocket a few thousand and disappear unnoticed. At least that's the plan.

"No more bets!" The dealer passes his hand over the wheel just as I arrive, and I quickly assess the table rules. Minimum ten dollar bet. Decent.

Opening my clutch, I remove two hundreds and pass them to the dealer. He quickly exchanges them for twenty pale blue chips. I'll join the fray next spin.

Tonight the transmitter is hidden in my shoe as opposed to my cuff bracelet. I'm wearing a strappy black dress that stops mid-thigh, and my black heels show off my legs while hiding the device facilitating our winning streak.

I have to sit with my legs crossed and point my toe to activate it. One dainty point, one shiny silver ball drops right in the tray, predictable at ninety percent accuracy. So far the odds have been in our favor.

We'll play until Seth gives me the signal they're onto us. Then I'll calmly cash out, walk away, and meet him at the pier on Grapetree Point. From there we'll make the forty-mile cruise to Tortola.

An elegantly dressed woman shakes her head and gives me a bitter smile as I sit. "Don't stay longer than three spins," she grumbles.

I smile in response. "That's the rule, isn't it?"

"That's the rule." Her expression tells me she lost a lot tonight.

As a student of casinos, I know how steeply the odds in roulette are stacked in favor of the House — they're the worst of any game. The longer you sit, the greater your chances of losing, times a million. If I were giving advice to a rookie, I'd say stick to blackjack. At least there you can use strategy and possibly win a little. Walking away is something I learned early on. You can never be afraid to walk away — even when you're certain you're lucky. Luck is the biggest liar of all.

I place half my chips on the black rectangle and watch as the wheel begins to spin. The dealer snakes his hand to the side and releases the ball. It flies around the shining wood with a sharp rasp. I need to lose this round. The job doesn't start until Seth arrives, and I can't win for longer than a few spins or it'll look suspicious.

Another glance over my shoulder. He's still not here. Casting my eyes down, I watch the wheel spinning, black-red, black-red, black-red, flashing brass.

"Have you been here long?" A man in an elegant suit steps into the space beside me and fishes out his wallet as we wait for the ball to drop.

"I just sat down," I say without making eye contact. I'm not here to make friends.

He passes a crisp one hundred dollar bill to the dealer. "Then we have no way of knowing if it's a good table."

"Sorry," I shake my head. "I play red or black."

"Not much of a gambler?"

A glance, and I see he's tall and thick with dark brown hair and a cocky expression like he already knows the answer to his question.

"No," I say in a discouraging tone.

No, thank you. Even if I hadn't left my heart in Monagasco, I never let romance interfere with a job. Well, almost never.

"Logan Thomas." Mr. Persistent sticks a hand at me.

He waits, and I hesitate. Two first names.

"Regina Lampert," I lie only barely touching his fingers.

"Regina," he gives me a nod, but that twinkle of knowledge is in his eyes.

A knot forms in my throat. I don't like this. The ball drops on black seventeen, and a lady at the other end of the table emits a little cheer.

"You won," Logan's voice ripples toward me.

The dealer adds more chips to my pile, and I'm ready to hop up and intercept Seth. A swirl of warmth at my side tells me I'm too late.






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The Prince & The Player
Dirty Players #1
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Let the games begin

Runaway Zelda Wilder will do whatever it takes to secure a better life for her and her sister Ava. Crown Prince Rowan Westringham Tate will do whatever it takes to preserve his small country.

When Zee is blackmailed into helping a vengeful statesman take down Rowan, she never expects she'll be pulled into a web of lies and international intrigue - much less that she'll find herself falling for Cal, Rowan's "playboy" younger brother.

Ava's no help, as she finds quiet walks in the moonlight discussing poetry and leadership with the brooding future king irresistible. Even more irresistible is kissing his luscious lips.

They're in over their heads, and the more time passes, the more danger the sisters are in. Shots are fired, and it's soon clear even a prince might not be able to rescue these players.






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The "Queen of Hot Romance", Tia Louise is the Award-Winning, International Bestselling author of the ONE TO HOLD series.

From "Readers' Choice" nominations, to picking up USA Today "Happily Ever After" nods, to winning a 2014 "Lady Boner Award" (LOL!), nothing makes her happier than communicating with fans and weaving new tales into the Alexander-Knight world of stories.

A former journalist, Louise lives in the center of the USA with her lovely family and one grumpy cat. There, she dreams up stories she hopes are engaging, hot, and sexy, and that cause readers rethink common public locations...



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