From New York Times Bestselling author Joanna Wylde, comes SHADE’S LADY, brought to you by 1,001 Dark Nights! Be sure you grab your copy today!
About SHADE’S LADY:
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.
“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.
♥ My Thoughts ♥
If you’ve never read any MC book for fear it would be too gritty and violent for your palate just try Joanna Wylde’s books. Even better, read this novella to make up your mind.
I love her books! They always have:
-big, muscled, tattooed bikers. Shade was no exception and he is the Reaper’s National President. No one wants to be on his bad side. He is the King of kings. What’s even better he oozes pheromones and as Mandy said:
“Shade was so potent we’d probably have quintuplets or something crazy on the first try. You don’t even want a baby, I reminded my quivering ovaries. Jump him! Jump him and ride him like a cowgirl! they snapped back. Just think how sexy and strong he is. His sperm could kick Rebel’s ass and you know it! “
-possessive and protective alpha males. Shade sets his eyes on the prize (Mandy) and for as long as she’s with him she is his property. And no one f@cks with what’s his! I may be an independent working woman dealing with big men in suits trying (to no avail) to show they’re my boss this alpha show is always awakening my inner cavewoman. Just grab my hair already! I loved it!
-feisty female characters. Mandy is not a brilliant lawyer as she is bussing tables but it does not mean she’s not courageous, determined, loyal and daring. Shade impresses everyone and the Reapers are feared but Mandy still stood her ground and did not cave easily. Mind you she’s been out of a disastrous relationship, her mom had a bad relationship record as well and she’s determined to stand on her own two feet, without any man to help her.
“For me, men are like strawberries,” I told him earnestly. “I’ve come to realize this. It doesn’t matter how good they smell, if I get too close they’ll poison me. That’s why I’m giving them up—for my health. From now on, consider me your resident nun.” My boss smiled. “I don’t usually see nuns wearing shorts that tiny.” I rolled my eyes. “Okay, so I’m a slutty nun who needs the tips. God understands. You gotta dress for success in this world.” “Yeah, this is gonna be entertaining as hell,” he said. “
She’ll make Shade work for what he wants: her. I also loved how she owned her sexuality. She was not ashamed of wanting to have some fun without commitments or expectations. And why not?
-humor. I loved her Wonder Woman inner dialogs! They gave a surreal but comical edge to the story. Joanna Wylde would not use a little angel speaking in Mandy’s ear. No, she had to go for an Amazon semi -goddess wearing starry shorts. Here is one of my favorite quotes:
“You should really keep extra panties in your purse, Wonder Woman suggested helpfully. A girl never knows when she’s going to need a fresh pair of star-spangled briefs.”
-some twist and thrill but not too much either. Just the right balance to keep you interested but not overwhelmed with tension.
You’ve guesses by now that I really did enjoy myself reading this short novella. It was like eating ice cream: so good that you finish it in no time and leave on a high.
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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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