Book Tour: Reaper’s Fire by Joanna Wylde

The smallest spark can start an inferno! Gage and Tinker’s story is FINALLY here!

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New York Times bestselling author Joanna Wylde returns to the “wild and raw”* world of the Reapers MC with the story of Gage and Tinker…

The club comes first.


I’ve lived by those words my whole life—assumed I’d die by them, too, and I never had a problem with that. My Reaper brothers took my back and I took theirs and it was enough. Then I met her. Tinker Garrett. She’s beautiful, she’s loyal, and she works so damned hard it scares me sometimes . . . She deserves a good man—one better than me. I can’t take her yet because the club still needs me. There’s another woman, another job, another fight just ahead.


Now she’ll learn I’ve been lying to her all along. None of it’s real. Not my name, not my job, not even the clothes I wear. She thinks I’m nice. She pretends we’re just friends, that I’ve still got a soul . . . Mine’s been dead for years. Now I’m on fire for this woman, and a man can only burn for so long before he destroys everything around him.


I’m coming for you, Tinker.

Karia’s 4.5 star review…
Just to be up front: I gotta say…I love me Horse and Ruger…and even Pic and Hunter…In all their books, those guys knew their “one” and may have screwed up a bit here and there, but for the most part, they pursue their woman with single minded focus. I did not like that 2/3 of this book was filled with blowjobs and wall sex of Gage with some skank…I wanted more of Gage and Tinker. I wanted them to have more time together and more time with the club. Like, why did we get multiple times of Carrie and Tinker on the porch watching Cooper/Gage mow the lawn, but we didn’t get a scene or 6 of Tinker meeting and hanging with London and Marie??? Those bitches would be hilarious together.
Moving on to the story…The story was great and the writing perfection. Gage is complicated and yet so simple. He is the Reapers and the Reapers are him. He would do anything for the club and he proves it even 18 years later. After managing The Line for years and being one of the biggest man whores in the club, Gage is selected to seduce his way into what is supposed to be a support MC to gain intel on their operations for the Reapers. Unfortunately, the Hoover-skinny skank he has marked as his in to the club is bat-shit cray cray. The copious amounts of drugs and other guys she bangs only makes her less attractive to Gage. Sadly, he needs her and the club needs him…duty before anything.
Tinker…ahhh, girl, you had me on like page 3 when that douche of a husband wasn’t there for you when you needed him. Having been in Tinker’s shoes, I felt her pain and her deep sense of loss. Throughout the story, her pain never really eased until Gage told her he was gonna carry her pain…that is what real men do…that is what real dads do…they carry the burden and the pain to make their woman’s heart light. 
Gage was dark, but definitely not soulless. By his own admission and his actions of the first several weeks of the book, his soul was definitely tarnished. I loved basically the last 60 pages and wanted those pages to have been about 200 and the first 200 to have been say 35 pages. If I had to read another BJ scene by that woman while Gage pictured Tinker in the same spot, I do believe I was going to lose my mind. I hated Talia and every time that woman showed up, I was actually prepping to flip pages. The fact that she got away with basically all of her crazy is another bone of contention…I wanted Tinker to go psycho on her arse! 
Speaking of Tinker going psycho…I loved as the story went on that she grew stronger and stronger in herself and stood up to her soon to be ex-husband Brandan. He was a user, but even worse was that he was a ‘neglector’. He neglected his wife, his responsibilities to her and their family, and he took her for granted. Sometimes marriages fail epically and other times they die a long, slow death. Brandan and Tinker’s was one such marriage. He worked hard, to the point of exclusion and he played around. Meanwhile, Tinker built up her own business as a means of self-esteem, but also as an escape from the neglect she felt from her husband. Cautionary tale: fight for your marriage, but only if it’s worth fighting for. 
Gage fought for Tinker. I loved that part. I am assuming he made her his old lady…but we don’t get that part. I am assuming he also got rid of her ex…but we don’t get that part. I am assuming he also married her…but we don’t get that part either. But what he did do was give Tinker the love that she deserved…and that was a part we saw and got in the epilogue. Enjoy!


“I can’t believe how late it is,” Tinker said, yawning, and I realized the movie had ended. Now she stretched upward, the blanket falling to her waist as her boobs pushed forward.

God, how much should a man be expected to take?

I should’ve stayed away from her completely—that’d been the plan—but something had snapped when I’d seen her out in the courtyard. Couldn’t remember the last time I’d met a woman like Tinker. She was smart and sexy and funny, and she worked damned hard to take care of her family and business. Sure, I wanted to fuck her—you’d have to be gay not to—but I respected her, too.

“I should probably get going,” she said, offering me a smile so sweet I wanted to bite her lips. “I like to check on Dad before going to sleep, and I’ve got to be up early in the morning. I’ve got to package orders for the courier tomorrow—if they aren’t ready by two p.m., I’m screwed.”

I considered rolling over on top of her. Pushing her down into the couch cushions, shoving my leg between hers, and showing her what a real man feels like.

“Cooper?” she asked, looking confused. I blinked a couple times, forcing myself to focus on her face.

“I’m going to watch another one,” I told her, because I’m a goddamn masochist. “You sure you’re ready to head out?”

She frowned, and I could almost read her thoughts. Yes, she should leave. But she wanted me as much as I wanted her. And yeah, I realize that makes me sound like an egotistical ass, but this wasn’t my first rodeo. I saw the lust in her eyes, and the way she licked her lips and stared at my mouth. This wasn’t a one-way street, not even close.

“I guess I could stay a little longer,” she whispered. Christ, she was so sweet and soft. I wanted to bite her even more now. Suck that pouty lower lip into my mouth and shove a finger up her ass.

Break her.

You’re one sick fuck. 

Why yes. Yes, I am. Thanks for noticing. 

I managed to control the urge, catching her hand instead, giving it a friendly squeeze like some kind of pathetic tool. Her fingers tightened on mine, then she pulled away and snuggled back down under the blanket, raising her feet to rest on the coffee table. I grabbed the remote and clicked through the menu.

Tomorrow I’d do my job. I’d fuck Talia and spy on Marsh and look for any kind of weakness that might end this situation, the faster the better. Tonight, though . . . Tonight I’d pretend this wasn’t a waste of time.

Goddamn, but my dick hurt.

The next hour was torture.

Tinker sat next to me, all cute and classy and absolutely refusing to make any kind of eye contact. I don’t know how she felt, but to me the sexual tension hanging in the air was thick and heavy. I kept thinking about her hand in mine—small, but strong. The hand of someone who knew how to work hard. So far as I knew, Talia had never held down a job, let alone supported herself.

The couch shifted, and I glanced over to find Tinker sliding deeper into the cushions, drawing the blanket up to her chin. Our legs were maybe six inches apart. She shifted again, and then her hand bumped mine under the blanket. She jerked it back quickly, and I caught the hint of a flush on her cheeks. That was another thing I liked about her—her skin was so pale that I could see every hint of arousal.

Grabbing her hand, I pulled it over to rest on my thigh. This was a really bad idea, so I pointedly refused to think it through. Her hand tensed at first, then relaxed into my strength. My cock swelled against the fabric of my jeans, just inches from her fingers—it’d be so easy to push her hand toward it, wrap it around my painfully swollen dick, and just go to town.

Tinker’s fingers gave a quick squeeze—almost more of a spasm—and I bit back a groan.

Yeah, okay. Really, really bad idea. I should get off the couch and shut this shit down right now, because I couldn’t afford to blow things with Talia just yet. Instead I found myself leaning toward Tinker, bumping shoulders.


I’d grown a pussy. No other explanation, because I couldn’t figure out why the hell else an adult man would sit holding hands under a damned blanket like a kid.

Have you heard?

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Author’s Note: This book was originally released through a small publisher in 2013. This independent edition has been lightly edited, and contains a bonus short, “Sticky Sweet” (originally published on the author’s website) and a Q&A with the author.

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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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