4 Stars
I woke up on Sunday morning to the realization that my life of sitting around eating Bon Bons was quickly coming to an end and I would once again have to face other humans (*shudder*) come Monday morning. I opted to do what I do best and avoid reality in the form of the guiltiest of guilty pleasures – the motorcycle porno . . .
I also opted to completely ignore the description of dark hair and a lip piercing and instead recast my idea of a sexy biker . . . . .
Oh yeah. Jim Hopper – you churn my butter. Dad bod and white man’s overbite and all . . . .
I didn’t have my hopes set too high on this one since I have dabbled in Joanna Wylde’s world successfully and unsuccessfully before. Imagine my delight when Reaper’s Legacy ended up being . . . .
The story here (Can you believe it? An actual story? Bonus!) is that seven years ago Sophie and Zach were teenagers in (what Sophie thought was) love. When the rubber broke, Sophie got a little surprise she wasn’t planning on and the gilding on Zach’s shining armor showed its true tarnished nature when he became an abusive control freak. Sophie has been going it alone as a single mother ever since with occasional visits from Zach’s brother Ruger to her little boy Noah. When Sophie finds herself in a babysitting bind and asks her new(ish) neighbor to watch Noah while she goes to work, things get scary and Noah calls his uncle Ruger for help. And help he does – in the form of kicking ass, taking names and packing Sophie and Noah up to come live with him until a long-term solution can be found. That’s when things got . . . . .
And we found out pretty quickly that . . . .
“Is this a new thing for you?
“I don’t follow,” he said, glancing at me. His eyes pierced mine, the warm night air hanging heavy between us.
“Wanting me,” I said softly. “Is it a new thing for you? I mean, aside from . . . back then . . . I always assumed that was just a moment, you know? You always looked right through me.”
“It’s not a new thing.”
Of course, the getting there is half the fun so this was a real slow burn with plenty of alpha male behavior thrown in for good measure. The bonus here was it made me chuckle . . . .
“You don’t want me but nobody else gets me, either? Would it be easier if you peed on me so they know I’m taken?”
“It’d be easier if you shut the fuck up.”
I’d love to be able to give this the full monty of stars, but I can’t due to Sophie’s questionable parenting in the beginning (and yes I understand it was necessary in order for there to be a book at all, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it) as well as the first highly anticipated roll in the hay (or roll in the repair shop in front of a bunch of random strange – ew). The love/hate stuff almost made me forget all that noise, though . . .
“Can I borrow something to wear?”
“I’d rather you sleep naked.”
“I’d rather you go fuck yourself, but seeing as that’s not an option, can I borrow something to wear?”
I mean, it was real good . . . .
“Jesus, you piss me off,” he murmured. “Good thing your cunt’s so fucking hot.” “Don’t call it that.” His lip twitched. “Good thing your vagina’s so gosh-darned hot,” he whispered. “Because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated sexual intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How’s that sound?”
It sounds like this to me, Ruger!!!!
#sploooooooooooosh
And yes, I already asked the porny librarian for the next in the series because once I fall down this rabbit hole, it's hard to get out.
I also opted to completely ignore the description of dark hair and a lip piercing and instead recast my idea of a sexy biker . . . . .
Oh yeah. Jim Hopper – you churn my butter. Dad bod and white man’s overbite and all . . . .
I didn’t have my hopes set too high on this one since I have dabbled in Joanna Wylde’s world successfully and unsuccessfully before. Imagine my delight when Reaper’s Legacy ended up being . . . .
The story here (Can you believe it? An actual story? Bonus!) is that seven years ago Sophie and Zach were teenagers in (what Sophie thought was) love. When the rubber broke, Sophie got a little surprise she wasn’t planning on and the gilding on Zach’s shining armor showed its true tarnished nature when he became an abusive control freak. Sophie has been going it alone as a single mother ever since with occasional visits from Zach’s brother Ruger to her little boy Noah. When Sophie finds herself in a babysitting bind and asks her new(ish) neighbor to watch Noah while she goes to work, things get scary and Noah calls his uncle Ruger for help. And help he does – in the form of kicking ass, taking names and packing Sophie and Noah up to come live with him until a long-term solution can be found. That’s when things got . . . . .
And we found out pretty quickly that . . . .
“Is this a new thing for you?
“I don’t follow,” he said, glancing at me. His eyes pierced mine, the warm night air hanging heavy between us.
“Wanting me,” I said softly. “Is it a new thing for you? I mean, aside from . . . back then . . . I always assumed that was just a moment, you know? You always looked right through me.”
“It’s not a new thing.”
Of course, the getting there is half the fun so this was a real slow burn with plenty of alpha male behavior thrown in for good measure. The bonus here was it made me chuckle . . . .
“You don’t want me but nobody else gets me, either? Would it be easier if you peed on me so they know I’m taken?”
“It’d be easier if you shut the fuck up.”
I’d love to be able to give this the full monty of stars, but I can’t due to Sophie’s questionable parenting in the beginning (and yes I understand it was necessary in order for there to be a book at all, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it) as well as the first highly anticipated roll in the hay (or roll in the repair shop in front of a bunch of random strange – ew). The love/hate stuff almost made me forget all that noise, though . . .
“Can I borrow something to wear?”
“I’d rather you sleep naked.”
“I’d rather you go fuck yourself, but seeing as that’s not an option, can I borrow something to wear?”
I mean, it was real good . . . .
“Jesus, you piss me off,” he murmured. “Good thing your cunt’s so fucking hot.” “Don’t call it that.” His lip twitched. “Good thing your vagina’s so gosh-darned hot,” he whispered. “Because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated sexual intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How’s that sound?”
It sounds like this to me, Ruger!!!!
#sploooooooooooosh
And yes, I already asked the porny librarian for the next in the series because once I fall down this rabbit hole, it's hard to get out.
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