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Book CoverTabs’ review of Reaper’s Fire (Reaper’s Motorcycle Club, Book 6) by Joanna Wylde
Contemporary Romance published by Berkley 09 Aug 16

Joanna Wylde returns to the Reaper’s Motorcycle Club with the romance between a man on a mission and a woman trying to keep her head down. Gage is undercover in the town of Hallies Falls trying to get intel on the Nighthawk Raiders Motorcycle Club. Since getting close to the club involves sleeping with the president’s sister, he definitely shouldn’t be lusting after his landlady. Since Tinker Garrett is trying to stay under radar and avoid adding to her bad small-town reputation, she definitely shouldn’t be getting anywhere near her intriguing tenant. But when did anyone ever have fun doing what they should?

I’m going to start this review by flat-out saying that this book failed for me and I’m not going to be able to say why without spoilers.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLOT SPOILERS AHEAD.

I’ve had problems with the time hops and the structure of the last few books in this series and, unfortunately, all of that is dialed way up here. This story takes place concurrently with the middle of the last book, Reaper’s Fall. So a reader who has already read Reaper’s Fall already knows exactly where Gage and the Nighthawk Raiders are headed and will spend the first half of this book just waiting to see shit they’ve already seen happen. How boring is that? Majorly so.

The structure of the romance, however, is this book’s biggest problem for me. I’m a romance reader. I like to read romance. I don’t like to read hundreds of pages in which the hero is undercover, using a fake name and identity, and banging a horrid nightmare of a woman who is not the heroine while flirting with the actual heroine who is pretty turned off by the fact that he has a terrible girlfriend and keeps coming on to her. There is nothing fun about that. There is nothing sexy about that. There is nothing romantic about that. I am not generally the kind of reader who is really strict about the hero/heroine only sleeping with the hero/heroine in a book. If there’s no commitment, then it doesn’t bother me, but having it go on for more than half of the book is where I reach my damn limit.

The abysmal number of pages in which Gage and Tinker are actually free to pursue a relationship with each other is downright appalling for a romance novel. I have been known to enjoy some really satisfying slow-burn romances, but that’s not what is going on here. There is no slow burn. There are some hot looks, some ogling of each other’s assets, and an occasional stolen kiss, but they’re essentially living on separate paths and those paths only cross occasionally and not in any real meaningful way.

Another frustrating point is that there’s some of that magic that Joanna Wylde’s readers expect in here, but it’s incredibly fleeting. Once his cover is dropped and Gage and Tinker are interacting without a mountain of dishonesty between them, there’s some really good stuff. Tinker gives him hell, as she should. The Reapers brothers bust each other’s chops. The fun banter that I except from a Reaper’s MC book is in full force…for a few scant chapters. And then it’s gone just as quickly as it appeared.

This book was a big miss for me. It’s badly paced and structured and feels full of filter material. The main characters are underdeveloped. The romance is seriously lacking in quality page time and is overshadowed by the non-romance plots. I finished it feeling incredibly frustrated and unsatisfied.


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Grade: D

Summary:

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.

Soon.

Read an excerpt.

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