Three Chicks and Their Books: Scavenger Hunt: Reaper's Stand by Joanna Wylde

REAPER’S STAND – SCAVENGER HUNT

Reaper's Stand by Joanna Wylde is releasing on October 7th. Three Chicks and Their Books are so excited for this one. We are he fame of this series. We, along with a few other blogs are sending you on a scavenger hunt. Each day a blog will post an excerpt from Reaper's Stand.

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As Reapers Motorcycle Club president, Reese “Picnic” Hayes has given his entire life to the club. After losing his wife, he knew he’d never love another woman. And with two daughters to raise and a club to manage, that was just fine with him. These days, Reese keeps his relationships free and easy—he definitely doesn’t want to waste his time on a glorified cleaning lady like London Armstrong.

Too bad he’s completely obsessed with her.

London is independent, and she likes it that way. Besides running her own business, London’s got her junkie cousin’s daughter to look after—a more reckless than average eighteen-year-old. Sure she’s attracted to the Reapers’ president, but she’s not stupid. Reese Hayes is a criminal and a thug. But when her young cousin gets caught up with a ruthless drug cartel, Reese might be the only man who can help her. Now London has to make the hardest decision of her life—how far will she go to save her family?

I frowned at him. He sat back on his heels, seeming relaxed enough, but I still felt the coiled tension in the air.

“All right,” I said, figuring I should stop while I was ahead. I held my hand out and he took it, wrapping his strong fingers around mine. They were warm and solid. I’d bet his arms would be, too.

He didn’t say he wanted to hold you, I reminded myself firmly. He said he wanted to “fuck your tits,” and that’s a place we don’t need to go.

Obviously I should start sleeping with Nate sooner rather than later, before my hormones destroyed me entirely.

Don’t question. Just find Jessica.

“So what does she look like?” he asked. I dug into my pocket and pulled out my phone, flipping quickly to her graduation picture.

Good lord, my little cousin was stunning.

Jessica was tall, with long legs toned from running. Her hair was a rich, chestnut-brown and her eyes were bright with thick lashes. She looked like an all-American princess.

He gave a low whistle.

“Pretty girl,” he said slowly, and I glanced quickly at his face, hoping desperately I wouldn’t see lust in his eyes. He took the phone and abruptly turned and walked out of the office, leaving me to scamper after him like a puppy. I followed him back into the main lounge area where I’d first come in. I spotted Gage leaning against the wall, eyes seeing everything as he surveyed the party. Reese walked over to him and handed him the phone.

“So we lookin’ for her?” Gage asked.

“Yup,” he said. “She’s goin’ home with London, just as soon as we find her. And she’s out for good after that, got me?”

“Sure,” Gage said casually. “But she’s upstairs right now with Banks and Painter. Probably already on her back.”

I shivered, closing my eyes. Please, please, please be using condoms . . .

“This way,” Hayes said, and I followed him through the partiers and across the room. The crowd parted for him like a wave, making it all too clear who was the boss.

At the far end of the room, past the bar, was a staircase leading upstairs. Hayes started climbing and I followed. On the second level we passed through a large game room holding a pool table, old couches, a giant TV, and several generations of video game consoles. There were people here, too, although not as many. Just the occasional couple on a couch.

Eyes forward. Not your place to judge.

Hayes led me up one more level, into a narrow hallway lined on each side by narrow wooden doors.

“Armory used to have barracks space up here,” he said. “I don’t think it was ever really used, but that’s how they built them back then. Now they’re our guest rooms. Banks is probably in the one at the far end, because it’s the only one open.”

He strolled down the hallway casually, as if we weren’t in a race to stop my cousin from getting pregnant. I forced myself to follow with measured footsteps, coming to a halt next to him in front of the last door. I heard moaning inside, and I closed my eyes, wishing I were at home in bed, where I belonged.

“You sure you want to do this?” Hayes asked, and something softened in his hard eyes.

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About the author:

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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