From New York Times Bestselling author Joanna Wylde, comes SHADE’S LADY, brought to you by 1,001 Dark Nights!

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New York Times bestselling author Joanna Wylde returns to the world of the Reapers Motorcycle Club…

Looking back, none of this would’ve happened if I hadn’t dropped my phone in the toilet. I mean, I could’ve walked away from him if I’d had it with me.

Or maybe not.

Maybe it was all over the first time he saw me, and he would’ve found another way. Probably—if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that Shade always gets what he wants, and apparently he wanted me.

Right from the first.

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I love Joanna Wylde’s bikers and the world of her Reapers MC series is one that I can’t get enough of because her alphas are deliciously sexy and domineering, and they radiate all kinds of power and badassness! Alongside these strong men are heroines who are feisty and powerful in their own right because they can bring their bikers to their knees and make them want things they’ve never wanted before.

Shade epitomizes every aspect of what a badass biker should be! As the National President of the Reapers, his status allows for luxuries few others can have and he takes advantage of his position in order to get the things he wants, so when he sets his sights on Mandy McBride, there’s no stopping him from owning her, even if it’s only for a short time. And even though Mandy doesn’t know the rules of the game she’s playing with Shade, she can’t help but be drawn to him, and despite her shit track record with men and her pledge to remain single, the chemistry between her and Shade isn’t something he’ll allow her to put aside, which means their one-night stand isn’t over until Shade says it is and let’s just say he’s not done with her yet.

Even though Shade’s Lady is a novella, Joanna Wylde does a fantastic job of constructing Shade and Mandy’s story in a way that showcases who they are and what they grow to mean to each other. Shade is definitely a complex man whose dangerous and illegal lifestyle may not fit into Mandy’s world, but hell if he’ll allow that to stop them from exploring the connection they share. Mandy is an absolute hoot…her internal dialogue with Wonder Woman and her list of things for her Future Self were hilarious, but they also painted a picture of Mandy’s personality and her desire to protect her sister and her children by fighting through the bullshit that always seems to follow the McBride women.

Shade and Mandy’s story redefines the dictates and protocol of the one-night stand and also illustrates what it means to be a Reaper and the protection that comes with the MC at one’s back.

I adore the 1001 Dark Nights Series because it provides readers with insight into some of their favorite worlds as well as ones they may have never been to before; Shade’s Lady fits those dynamics perfectly because new readers can get a taste of Wlyde’s Reapers and loyal readers of her MC series will further comprehend who these alpha bikers are and the women who own them.

4.5 Poison Apples

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“Did you get my text?” Sara asked, pushing through the office door. I’d just finished tying my apron around my waist, and was leaning toward the cracked mirror on the wall for one last makeup check before punching in.

“No,” I replied, frowning. “Dropped my cell in the toilet this morning. I called the phone people. They said I didn’t have any insurance, so I’m fucked. I put it on Future Me’s list of things to worry about.”

Sadly, Future Me’s list got longer every day. She was supposed to pay our credit card bill, figure out whether we should break up with our boyfriend, and find a better place to sleep than my sister’s couch. She also needed to lose ten pounds and magically fix the rusted-out Kia Sedona currently broken down in my sister’s yard.

Present Me would’ve felt guilty about dumping all this on the poor thing, but I only had three minutes left to punch in and start slinging drinks for drunken bikers, so it would just have to wait.

Yup. I’m organized like that.

Studying my reflection, I ran an eye down the length of my body. Tight tank with a hint of bra showing? Check. (Nothing like some boob action to bring in the tips. Not only that, Rebel had said he’d be here tonight, and he always liked seeing the girls.)

Lipstick was bright and shiny, no smudges on the teeth. More eye makeup than I’d usually wear, but ever since I’d started hanging out with Rebel’s biker friends, I’d kicked it up a notch. Made me look wild and sexy. Not gonna lie—I liked this new me. I liked her a lot. I guess if there was one good thing about my sister’s life falling apart—and me moving to Violetta to help with the kids—it was that it’d forced me to change my life, too.


Joanna Wylde - author imageAbout Joanna Wylde

Joanna Wylde started her writing career in journalism, working in two daily newspapers as both a reporter and editor. Her career has included many different jobs, from managing a homeless shelter to running her own freelance writing business, where she took on projects ranging from fundraising to ghostwriting for academics. During 2012 she got her first Kindle reader as a gift and discovered the indie writing revolution taking place online. Not long afterward she started cutting back her client list to work on Reaper’s Property, her breakout book. It was published in January 2013, marking the beginning of a new career writing fiction.

Joanna lives in the mountains of northern Idaho with her family.

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