Joanna Wylde - Reaper's Legacy

After writing Reapers Property (the first book in this series, although Reapers Legacy stands alone), the most common questions I heard from readers were about my research and the characters names. Specifically, how accurate are the books, and why do some of the names sound almost silly? The answer is that I started my career in journalism and researched outlaw motorcycle club culture extensively for my stories. This included talking to people in club life, many of whom answered questions for me throughout the writing process. The Reapers Legacy manuscript was reviewed and corrected by a woman attached to an outlaw MC.

Many readers have questioned the accuracy of the road names I chose, feeling that they arent fierce or intimidating enough (Horse, Picnic, Bam Bam, etc.). Some have suggested that no real badass would be called Picnic, but they dont realize that road names are often whimsical or flat-out funny. Not every biker has a name like Ripper or Killer. The Picnic in my book is named after a real manalthough his name wasnt just Picnic. It was actually Picnic Table. The majority of the names in my book were taken from real life.

Ultimately, this book is a romantic fantasy, which means I didnt let the reality of MC culture get in the way of the story I wanted to tell. If you are interested in learning more about real women living in MCs, I highly recommend the book Biker Chicks: The Magnetic Attraction of Women to Bad Boys and Motorbikes by Arthur Veno and Edward Winterhalder. The book explores stereotypes about women and motorcycle clubs by allowing real women to tell their own stories, rather than drawing conclusions based on secondary information provided by male sources.

EIGHT YEARS AGO

COEUR DALENE, IDAHO

SOPHIE

Im gonna stick it in now.

Zachs voice was rough and full of urgent need.

I smelled him all around me, sweaty and hungry and so beautiful I could die. After tonight hed be mine for real. His hand reached down between us, guiding the round, rubbery head of his penis as it nudged my opening. It felt weird. He pushed at me and I guess he missed, because it hit me too high and

Ouch! Shit, Zach, that hurts. I think youre doing it wrong.

He stopped immediately and grinned down at me, the gap between his front teeth teasing. Holy crap, I loved that grin. Id had the biggest crush on Zach since we were freshmen, but he never noticed me, not until a couple of months ago. My folks didnt let me out much, but in July Id managed to get permission to stay with Lyssa for a night and wed snuck out to a party. Zach had homed in, and wed been a couple ever since.

Id gotten really good at sneaking out.

Sorry, babe, he murmured, leaning down to kiss me. I softened immediately, loving the feel of his lips ghosting across mine. He adjusted himself and started sliding into me again, slow and steady. This time he didnt miss, and I stiffened as he stretched me open wide.

Then he hit a barrier and paused.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He looked back down at me and I knew right then and there Id never love anyone half so much as I loved Zachary Barrett.

Ready? he whispered. I nodded.

He shoved into me and I squealed, pain ripping between my legs. Zach kept me pinned with his hips as I gasped, shocked. Then he pulled out and I tried to catch my breath. Before I could, though, hed thrust back into me. Hard. Ouch.

Holy shit, youre tight, he muttered. He pushed himself up on his hands, throwing his head back as he pumped into my body, over and over, eyes closed and face straining with hunger.

I dont know what Id expected.

I mean, I wasnt stupid. I knew it wouldnt be perfect the first time, no matter what the romance books said. And it didnt hurt that much. But it sure as shit didnt feel good, either.

Zach moved faster, and I turned my head on the couch to look across the small apartment. His brothers, apparently. We had it for the nightit was supposed to be our special, perfect time together. Id expected flowers or soft music and wine or something. Stupid. Zach had pizza and some beer from his brothers fridge.

Ouch, I muttered again as he paused, face twisting.

Shit, Im gonna come, he gasped. I felt his penis throb deep inside, almost twitching. It was weird. Really weird. And nothing like Id seen in moviesnot even a little bit.

Was that it?

Huh

Oh, fuck thats good.

The apartment door opened as Zach collapsed between my legs, oblivious to the world. I couldnt do anything but watch in horror as a man walked in.

I didnt know him, but he couldnt have been Zachs brother. He didnt look anything like Zach, who was taller than me, but not by a whole lot. This guy was really tall, and muscular in the way men who work with their hands get from heavy lifting on the job.

He wore a black leather vest with patches over a ratty T-shirt and jeans that had streaks of dark motor oil or grease or something. A half rack of beer dangled from one hand. His hair was short and dark. Almost military. His lip was pierced and he wore two rings in his left ear and one in his right, like a pirate. Eyebrow was pierced, too. His features were bluntly handsome, but nobody would ever call him pretty. Big black boots covered his feet, and the chain from his wallet hung low across his hip. One of his arms had a full-sleeve tattoo. The other had a skull with crossed blades behind it.

He stopped in the doorway and looked us over, slowly shaking his head.

I told you what Id do if you broke into my place again, he said quietly. Zach popped up and his face went white. His entire bodywith one notable exceptionstiffened. I felt that exception slither out of me, along with some fluid, and realized we hadnt even bothered to put a towel down or anything.

Ewww.

But how was I supposed to know wed need a towel?

Shit, Zach said, his voice a tight squeak. Ruger, I can explain

Dont fuckin explain, Ruger said, pushing forward into the room. He slammed the door shut behind him and walked over to the couch. I tried to hide my head in Zachs chest, more ashamed and embarrassed than Id ever been in my life.

Flowers. Were flowers too much to ask?

Jesus Christ, what is she? Twelve? Ruger asked, giving the couch a kick. It shuddered under me, and Zach sat up, pulling away from my body. I shrieked and pushed my hands down between us, trying to cover myself from his brothers gaze.

Shit. SHIT.

Then it got worse.

The brotherRooger? whatever the hell kind of name that waslooked right at me as he leaned across my body, grabbing a folded blanket from the back of the couch.

He tossed it over my crotch.

I moaned and died a little inside. My legs were still spread wide, my skirt up high around my waist. Hed seen everything. Everything. This was supposed to be the most romantic night of my life and now I just wanted to go home and cry.

Im takin a shower and by the time Im done, you need to be gone, Ruger said, getting in Zachs face. My boyfriend flinched. And stay the fuck outta my apartment.

With that, he walked down the hall to the bathroom, banging the door shut. Seconds later I heard the shower come on. Zach jumped up, muttering.

Asshole. Hes such a goddamn asshole.

Was that your brother?

Yeah. Hes a prick.

I sat up and straightened my shirt. Thank God I hadnt taken it off. Zach loved to touch my breasts, but wed actually moved pretty fast once we got started. I managed to get to my feet, holding the blanket in front of me while I pulled down my skirt. I had no idea where my panties had gone, but a quick look around didnt reveal them. I leaned over the couch, digging in the pillows, hunting. No luck, but I managed to stick my hand in the disgusting wet spot wed left behind.