Reaper’s Property – a review

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Reaper’s Property is the first book in the Reapers MC series. It is about outlaw bikers in southern Idaho and one of the best examples of MC romance going, IMHO. The second book is Reaper’s Legacy and I’ll post my review of it shortly.


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 talks with her brother isn’t website design. She needs him out of her life, which would be a snap if he’d just stop giving her mind-blowing orgasms.

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

Then her brother steals from the club. Marie can save him by giving Horse what he wants—at home, in public, on his bike… If she’s a very, very good girl, she’ll get lots more of those orgasms only he can offer, and he’ll let her brother live.


I freaking love this book, and the series as a whole. Horse is scary and possessive, passionate and exciting. He is the ultimate rough and tough manly-man, but I love how he is also sensitive to Marie. I see a lot of myself in her, in mannerisms if not life experiences. Her tendency to stress out like crazy and unintentionally pick a fight as a result is certainly familiar. At one point in the book, Marie starts freaking out and he just pulls her in, forehead to forehead and sweetly tells her “you got to stop, babe”. Its such an emotionally intimate moment between the two, it really stayed with me. Horse is exactly the type of man I want.

One of the best things about Wylde’s writing is that she is a GODDESS at letting a story naturally unfold and balances the needs of the main couple with the abundance of secondary characters clamouring for a piece. In doing so, she creates a rich world that feels completely real, and interactions that are organic.

The author strikes a great balance between entertaining drama and maintaining a story that still is believable. It isn’t so over-the-top that I said “this is ridiculous” and tossed the novel aside. And yet, this is a drama-filled world where stuff is always happening, some of it pretty crazy. Wylde does a fantastic job at letting the drama move the story along instead of shoving it in for the sake of it. The bit at Marie’s trailer, then at the Silver Bastard’s and Reaper’s Club Houses, and finally the end scene were awesome.

And I know I’ve already said that but I really mean it and am running out of things ways to tell you how good this book is.

Just go read it!!!

Favourite Quotes:

My heart stopped when I saw that bike, right on the end. I wanted to touch it, see if the leather of the seat was as smooth as I remembered, but I wasn’t stupid enough to do that. I didn’t have the right. I really shouldn’t even be excited to see him, but I felt a rush knowing he was right inside my trailer. Things weren’t smooth between us and I honestly didn’t know if he’d even acknowledge me. For a while he’d seemed almost like my boyfriend. The last time I’d seen him, he’d scared the crap out of me. Even scary, the man made my panties wet.


My baby brother knelt in the center of the room, beaten raw and dripping blood all over the carpet. Four men wearing Reapers’ cuts stood around him. Picnic, Horse and two I didn’t know— a big, built hunk of a man with a mohawk, tattoos on his skull and about a thousand piercings, and another who was tall and cut, with light-blond hair in short spikes. Horse studied me with the same cool, almost blank expression he wore when we first met. Detached. Picnic studied me too. He was tall with short, dark hair that looked far too stylish to be on a biker and bright blue eyes that pierced right through a girl— I’d met him at least five times. He was the club president. Oh, and he also stood right behind my brother with a gun pointed at the back of his head.

I love me some Joanna Wylde! I’ll be posting reviews to the other books over the next few weeks, as a count down to the fifth, which comes out in November.

PS The author just released a novella called Reapers and Bastards.
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Among other things, it includes portions of Reaper’s Property re-written from Horse’s perspective and a short story about Horse and Marie that is current day, updating us on their lives. I enjoyed it and would recommend you check it out. Reapers and Bastards does not contain any spoilers for the other books in this series.

Edit: I just discovered that there is a FREE preview of the prologue from the book’s goodreads page. Click the link directly under the cover photo:

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Book boyfriend

What do you look for in a book boyfriend?

A friend and I were discussing it over the weekend while out for a walk… mostly because some tattooed guys on harleys rode past us and we both happen to be attracted to this type of look, so whatever we had been discussing sort of got forgotten.

I’m partial to piercing blue eyes and brunette hair. In guys, I swoon, in babies, my heart melts. It is just the perfect combination. Tall, dark and dangerous would be my type I guess. Tattooed as well.

I definitely like people who are strong mentally and physically and who put their family first. If your wife and kids are not going to be your first priority every day of your life, don’t bother applying for the position. Be confident, but not cocky, witty, self-possessed and completely in control of your destiny. THAT is what attracted me to Christian Grey, not all the other bull women kept talking about.

Not to offend any readers here, diversity makes the world go ’round, but I tend to stick the the old gender biases of big strong man lead woman, go hunt and fight other caveman to protect little woman. I definitely believe that men and women are equal but I want a man who is macho and dominant and so politically incorrect. There’s nothing wrong with getting the door for your significant other and then slapping her ass when she walks through.

Intellect is hot, ya’ll. Any man who can speak 2 languages would get a second glance from me, but if you speak 3+, you are definitely going up an equal number of points on the hotness scale. An accent is always good. Canadian is fine, but Russian, Scottish, Auzzie or Kiwi can make a girl’s panties drop.

Oh, did I mention kinky? You definitely have to be kinky. And passionate. Sexy, dominant, honest and strong enough to demand the truth from me while remaining compassionate and aware that emotional honesty is often the last reaction I have. I’ve been burned in the past. Badly. And while I’m usually pretty honest about everything else, emotionally, I’m just about the most dishonest person I know, so book boyfriend? You’d have to work with me on that one and stay patient while we did, because it would be a process.

That’s my order. If you happen to have one of these lying around, let me know. I always need more book boyfriends.

Books are our friends

… sometimes a better friend than the flesh-and-blood people at our sides, don’t you think?

Books are never too busy, or impatient and if you constantly re-read your favourites like I do, then you can anticipate which emotional need they are going to fill for you too.  For instance, I have my “book boyfriend” and my “book family”.  Those books/series where I wish I could jump through the page and live for all eternity.

My family is loving and supportive, but we’re not that close and I don’t think they understand me.  They don’t speak my love language.  I’m just different; from the foods and drinks I like, to my religion, to my sense of style and wildly passionate nature, you’d think a stork dropped me on the doorstep as a baby.  My sisters certainly always maintained I was adopted (it isn’t true).

And so I return to my books.  On days that no one is around and I’m bored or lonely, curling up with my favourite characters is like visiting with an old friend.  And when an author delays the release of the next book in that series, I start to feel like there is a little piece missing.  Until I realize, it’s those friends, that world that I miss.

And then there are those little things you come across in life, that remind you of a particular friend.  In my case, sometimes it’s a friend in the fictional world that I am reminded of, more than the real one.

Lately I have had Dmitri Novikov on my mind, a character created by Ann Mayburn. I was reminded of Dmitri by Khal Drogo in season 1 of Game of Thrones.  Two completely different worlds, but at their core, they are very much the same person.  Both are absolutely ruthless and cruel warlords in complete control of their lives and empires, so it would seem, but genuinely love and cherish their wives. Each would break every rule they enforce to protect their love.

I was thinking of Dmitri again this morning.  I was singing along to a cover of Lana Del Rey’s Young and Beautiful and this phrase reminded me of my favourite Bratva Lord.

“Dear Lord, when I get to Heaven

Please let me bring my man

When he comes, tell me that you’ll let him in

Father tell me if you can”

Dmitri is not the best of men. Case in point, he is the Pachan of his family in the Russian Mafia.  But he and his wife Rya love each other more than anything else and she is religious.  I can imagine her praying, begging God to let her bring her man with her to Heaven when the time comes, because there is no way she would go through those gates without him. She’d give up her place in Heaven to be with him instead.

It’s a little bit funny, these connections that my brain makes.  Out of nowhere, my real life and pretend life collide, in the most surreal of moments. The worst thing is that no one around me gets it.  Even bibliophilic friends don’t, because we generally read all different things.

So hopefully someone out there in the big wide interwebs will understand, and if you feel alone, I hope that you know that I am on this end of my computer feeling the same way. And in the mean-time, I’m probably curled up re-reading the same books as I was two years ago.

Because books are our friends.