From New York Times Bestselling author Joanna Wylde comes ROME’S CHANCE, a new novella in her Reapers MC series, brought to you by 1,001 Dark Nights!

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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Joanna Wylde comes a new story in her Reapers MC series…

Rome McGuire knew he was in trouble the first time he saw her.

She was sweet and pretty and just about perfect in every way. She was also too young and innocent for the Reapers Motorcycle Club. He did the right thing, and walked away.

The second time, he couldn’t resist tasting her.

Gorgeous and smart, fun and full of wonder, she jumped on his bike and would’ve followed him anywhere. Still, she deserved a shot at happiness somewhere bigger and better than a town like Hallies Falls. Walking away wasn’t so easy that time, but her family needed her and he had a job to do.

When she came around a third time, he’d had enough. Randi Whittaker had been given two chances to escape, and now it was time for Rome to take his.

This time, the only way Randi would be leaving Hallies Falls was on the back of Rome’s bike.

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Rome’s Chance perfectly describes what Rome McGuire sets out to do in Joanna Wylde’s newest Reapers MC novella. After missed opportunities and bad timing, Rome is staking his claim when it comes to Randi Whittaker’s body and her heart, and while Randi’s head might not be on the same page as Rome is, if Rome has anything to say or do about, she will be, and she’ll enjoy the hell out of the ride to get there.

The fact that Rome and Randi had an instant connection proves how just how good they could be together, if only Randi would take a chance and see that their differences don’t have to be a burden on a relationship; they could actually bring a new dynamic to what they’re building.

I get why Randi is hesitant to have more than a good time with Rome; she’s not used to being around bar brawls and she’s most definitely not a motorcycle club groupie, but I didn’t like how she handled some of the situations that she was in because while I can’t blame her for being overwhelmed after she was injured on their first date, none of what happened was because of anything that Rome did, which means that even if Rome did make a bad decision to bring her to a rowdy bar, he’s just as innocent as she is, not factoring in the idea that he’s a part of a motorcycle club that is not always on the right side of the law.

Rome is definitely one of my favorite Reapers. He knows what he wants and he works hard for everything that he has, and while his lifestyle may be dangerous, Rome protects his own and he considers Randi his, which means that he’ll do whatever it takes to take care of Randi and those she loves, simply because she’s important to Rome and Randi’s family is important to her regardless of how crazy they make her feel sometimes.

There are quite a few obstacles for Rome and Randi to maneuver around and most of them deal with outside factors. One huge concern for Randi is her mom and siblings. The main reason she left her small home town was because she wanted more for herself…she wanted to be able to live her own life without worrying about her mom and her issues, so returning to the place she couldn’t get away from fast enough has to be difficult for Randi as well as the fact that her mom’s situation isn’t much better than it was when Randi was looking after her, which means something has to give or they’re all going to end up miserable.

Rome holds steadfast to taking this chance with Randi, so while Randi questions if Rome’s a distraction she can afford given her family’s situation, Rome stands by her, pushing her, at times, to acknowledge what’s between them and offering her an outlet for her frustration and her fears because the kind of instant chemistry Rome had with Randi is not something he can forget and it’s definitely something that he wants to pursue now that he has an opportunity to do so.

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“Randi?” I froze, because I knew that voice.

Rome McGuire.

The sound was rough and sexy, with just a hint of a growl. Deeper than it’d been eight years ago, when I’d thrown caution to the wind and hopped on the back of his motorcycle for one glorious night.

Back then, I’d still been a shy little thing, terrified that some hot biker might actually want to talk to me, let alone take me out. When I caught him watching me at the party, I remembered studying the floor, his shirt collar, even the beer in my plastic cup, because I hadn’t known what to do with myself around such raw male glory. Apparently some things never change, because when I turned to face him, I found myself staring at the floor again.

This was a mistake, because his feet were down there. And the battered, black leather boots he wore led to jeans-covered legs. Legs topped by thick, muscular thighs.

Stop it. You’re acting like a giant dork! My brain hissed.

Oblivious and mesmerized, my gaze rose to the faded denim around his fly, and it was all over. My eyes started tracing the folds of the Okanogan Fire and Rescue T-shirt covering his still-muscular chest, although the Reapers Motorcycle Club vest he wore was a change. Back then, he’d been hanging around the Nighthawk Raiders MC. That whole club had disappeared for reasons I’d never fully understood, and the Reapers had taken over the town shortly afterward. Apparently Rome was one of them now.


I’d always wondered what’d happened to Rome after I’d left. We’d never said goodbye. That summer, the wildfires had swept through so fast that my family had to evacuate with the clothes on our backs. We hadn’t bothered to come back and sift through the ashes.

I’d kept in touch with my old boss, Tinker, of course.

I’d even considered asking her about Rome, but in some ways those fires were the best thing that ever happened to me. Starting over meant starting college in Missoula, and then a whole new life.

Wasn’t like Rome and I could’ve ever been anything real, anyway. Guys like him weren’t for girls like me.

My gaze reached his neck, which bristled with thick, black stubble that was more than a little out of control—this was different from when I’d known him before. Not that he’d ever been baby-faced, but he’d definitely matured. Now there were a few wrinkles around those dark blue eyes, although the dimple was still there. So was the crooked smile that’d spontaneously combusted my panties.


A crooked smile that was currently combusting my panties. Who knew that a supermarket could be such dangerous territory?

“Been a long time,” he said. I shrugged, unsure what to say. I mean, yeah, we’d gone out on a date. He’d kissed me and wow… Not that we’d gotten much past second base, but he’d scored a home run in the lower deck of my ballpark, if you know what I mean. But he was one of those guys—you know, the kind of guys who hit lots of home runs with lots of girls.

“Yeah, well…” My words trailed off.

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About 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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