Reap by Tillie Cole

4 Stars

The last time I read a Tillie Cole book, my review/updates went a lil’ something like this . . . .



But, you know, sub out Goodreads for Facebook.

In what is probably a sad turn of events for any of you poor schmucks reading this, I did not repeat the mistake of drunkenly reviewing this one. Normally after having a notsagreat experience with the first book in the series I’d give the remaining stories a wide berth. Dat cover tho . . . .



I mean for realz. Since I am nothing but a disgusting bookslut I totally downloaded Reap immediately when it popped up on my library’s “Recommended To You” window (see - even the librarians knows I’m a whore).

Okay, so about the book. This picks up where Raze left off. Luka (the artist killing machine formerly known as Raze) and Kisa are attempting to have their happily-ever-after, but Luka is haunted by the promise he made to his fellow Gulager/bestie/family’s arch enemy to avenge his honor. When Luka discovers another Kostava brother is still alive/enslaved by the fight club (shhhhh, don’t talk about the fight club) to be a super killing machine due to being injected repeatedly with a new drug he vows to save him. Which of course he does and brings him to the Tolstoi family vacation home in the Hamptons, currently occupied by his sister Talia. And then Talia is all . . . .



But it’s totally okay and not creepy stalkerish behavior at all since she has a vagina and is not a 100 year old sparkly vampire. No really, it is totally okay because this is a porno and DUH . . . .



There has to be some sort of catalyst in order for it to start happening, right? So that’s that. Boy saves boy and moves him in with sister. Sister creepily watches boy while he sleeps which morphs into giving him a spongebath with a happy ending, they fall in love and make much sex. Stuff and things happen, more sex, the end. Winner winner chicken dinner.

Now here’s the part all you ladies (and/or gentlemen) have all been waiting for . . . .

“His black hair fell below his shoulders . . . I could see defined high cheekbones and dark stububle covering his face. Even under the swelling and blood I could see that his lips were full. His skin was dark olive . . and he was nothing but hard muscle. Every inch of his tall frame, perhaps six foot six, corded with protruding veins and roping brawn.”

I’ve been around the porno block a time or twelve enough now to know that Jason Momoa is cast A LOT by horny old ladies to fill the role of the leading male, but this one was legit Momoa alllllllllllllll the way down to the three little moles under his eye . . . .



To top it off, the leading lady was a petite long-haired blonde with brown eyes so most would probably have a splooshtastic good time fantasizing about this kind of thing . . .



Since my brain likes to march to the beat of a different drum, I kept picturing Talia more like this . . .



Still worked. #trustme

The plot might have not been real deep, but luckily it made up for things with deep penetration instead. Reap also brought something new to the table (for me) – the “anti-Alpha.” While Zaal was built like a brick shithouse/killed errrrrryone in his past life/only made with the bangbang when ordered to for clients who liked to watch, he was 100% submissive in the sack and Talia took the lead. And also he was all . . .

“You are . . . for me. No other male. Just me. And me . . . for you. This is my, ‘I love you.’ These are my words from my scarred soul. They are not borrowed words, but words from my full heart, and my heart only.”

So y’all might want to invest in some plastic seat covers, because it gonna be like . . . .