Miss Boxy Frown: It's Silver Bastard Release Day @ Miss Boxy Frown

It's no secret that a) I am a fan of Motorcycle Club books and that b) I am a fan of Joanna Wylde. It's my pleasure to be part of the Silver Bastard Book Tour, and I have goodies to pass on, including an exclusive excerpt and a Rafflecopter contest! See below!

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If you missed my review of Silver Bastard, here it is again:

First things first: 5 kick ass stars.

Ok, here is the rest: Set in the same world as the Reapers MC books, and even guest starring some of our favorite Reapers and their old ladies, the Silver Valley series will focus on the Silver Valley as a whole and not specifically on any one group. Silver Valley is close to Coeur d'Alene, home of the Reapers, so we can expect lots of crossover, as we have already met the Silver Bastards before this book.

Silver Bastard is about Puck and Becca. The night Puck and Painter (from the Reapers) got out of jail, Puck had a simple mission: get drunk and get laid. He didn't want a used up run of the mill sweetbutt; he wanted someone fresh and sweet to lose himself in. His prayers were answered when he saw Becca. She fit the bill exactly, but since she was raised around the Longneck MC, she obviously knew the club life. After an eventful and satisfying night with her, the next morning some of the niggling doubts he had about Becca's stepfather, Teeny, were confirmed. His great night with Becca was tainted with the misdeeds of her stepfather and mother, he beat Teeny's ass and took her away from that horrible place. It took 5 years, but Becca made a life for herself, with Puck observing from afar but still watching. Finally, Puck is ready to claim her once and for all. Becca has been attracted to Puck from the beginning, but watching her mother lose herself to bad biker after worse biker keeps her from wanting to be claimed.

The chemistry here is off the charts. Puck isn't your pretty boy; he is a big, muscularly lean man with a scar across his face that screams danger. Sometimes Becca can't tell if she is afraid of him or how she feels about him, because when they are anywhere near each other the awareness they have of each other is like a neon sign blinking "lust!" Becca has anger management issues which comes in handy when holding your own against a big badass alpha biker. There is a lot of shit between them, but no unnecessary drama; they fight, they fuck, and Puck tries to nail her down for the long haul. I loved every minute of it.

Silver Valley is full of interesting characters, and we meet quite a few of them. The great thing is that we will be getting to meet even more!

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Exclusive Excerpt

Ignoring him, I settled back on my stool and surveyed the room. We sat in Becca’s section, and what I saw wasn’t making me happy. I knew she was a good waitress, but she’d just started here and it showed. Not only had she fucked up several orders, she didn’t quite seem to get the rhythm of the bar. That wasn’t my problem, though.

My problem was that despite these fuckups, nobody seemed to mind. I had a nasty suspicion this was due to her perky tits, friendly smile, and tight little ass that seriously just needed a bite taken right out of it.

She really, really needed to get a new job—every man in the place wanted her. Including me. Especially me. I hated them. All of them. I shifted uncomfortably, because just like every time I shared a room with her, my pants had gotten tight.

Torture. Becca was just so fucking fine on every level, and not just her looks. There was something about the way she carried herself . . . I couldn’t put my finger on it. Like she was dancing through life to some song nobody else could hear. Never met another woman like her—she wasn’t just sexy, she was a survivor and I admired that.

She’d grown up so much since the first time I’d met her. Bigger boobs, a nice fullness to her ass that was nowhere close to fat but would be perfect to hold tight while I fucked her. Her lips had plumped, too, and over the years she’d gained a sparkle in her eyes that turned her from pretty to 100 percent spectacular.

Not to mention how she’d tasted.

Nearly blew in my pants when I’d taken that mouth. Just the memory got me hard. Make that harder. Fucking basket case.

When I’d pulled up to find her sitting outside with Collins, a thousand murder scenarios ran through my mind. And yeah, I know I covered that already, but if anything ever deserved empha- sis, this was it. Collins needed to die. I didn’t care how nice he was. After that I’d throw Becca on the back of my bike and make a run for the hills . . .

Okay, so there were a few problems with the plan, the top one being she hated me. Or she should—I’d certainly given her cause. Boonie nudged me.

“Did I mention you’re pathetic? You want her, take her. Other- wise let it go because you’re an embarrassment to all men in general and to the Silver Bastards in particular.”