Quotes from Joanna Wylde

I fell for Levi "Painter" Brooks the first time I saw him, although in all fairness I did have a head injury at the time.

If Becca had any sense, she'd turn cold spray on my crotch.

I couldn't evict Cooper for having a girlfriend who wasn't me. Well, that and the law and the general sense of decency and fair play my parents raised me with, but I swear—if it weren't for all that, he'd be out on his ass.

Never point a gun unless you're ready to end a life. -Horse

This bitch and her gorgeous rack had been making my life a living hell for the past six months, because she was the last think I needed in my life and I'd never wanted to fuck anyone more… And that was a problem.

had disappeared to meet her online hottie, Liam. She was

Wow, if Portlanders could do that to a biker, they could turn anyone into a hipster.

Guys from Roseburg could do it. Thoughts?

Jesus, you fuck with my head," he said roughly. "My cock gets hard just thinkin' about you. You're in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It's even better than ridin' my bike. I'm crazy for you, Soph.

Ruger's eyes darkened. "You want this as much as I do," he said, voice soft. "It's not goin' away. We're just going to burn up higher and higher until one of us explodes and we get hurt. Let's end it now. I need inside you, Sophie.

I'm not a bitch," I replied, and it took everything I had to keep my voice steady. "I'm a mother . I can't afford to play games with you, Ruger. You'll break me.

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 Reaper's Legacy manuscript was reviewed and corrected by a woman attached to an outlaw MC.

When a man takes a woman as his property, it's not about owning her," he continues, eyes searching my face. "It's about trusting her. This is my life I'm handing you, Sophie. Not just my life – my brothers' lives, too.

If you look at me like that for even one more second, I'm gonna throw you down on that bed and fuck every part of you, starting with your tits. Unless that's on the menu, you need to grab your shit and leave while you still can. This is the only warning you'll get.

We'll stop soon," he said, rubbing his nose along mine oh-so-slowly. "Just one more taste.

More likely she was in there injecting my toothpaste with strychnine.

Jesus . . ." he groaned. "You got two seconds before I lay you over that table and fuck you so hard it breaks. Swear to God, Soph.

Fuck me," Ruger muttered, leaning his forehead down against mine. I was still wrapped around him, back against the van, enclosed in his arms

I've wanted you a long time, Soph. Never forgot how you tasted, not for one single fuckin' day in the last four years. Jesus, you were sweet.

I'm jealous as fuck," he said, his voice rough. "That's not really my thing, but it's the truth. I don't much like the idea of some other man touchin' your sweet ass, and if one of them tries to stick his cock into that pretty little cunt of yours, I'm gonna cut it off.

Fuckin' crazy for you," he muttered, fingers digging into my skin. "Always have been.

This whole situation is like a great big zit that needs popping," she continued. "The damage is already done—your face looks like shit and no concealer's gonna cover it. You might as well squeeze hard and get your money shot. You'll both feel better afterward.

sometimes the nastiest shit happens behind the prettiest doors, while everyone laughs and smiles and pretends everything's okay. Here's the thing about my world. We're fucked up. We own it. We take care of business and move on.

I just drove across the country to commit murder for you. Earlier today I helped burn a couple bodies to cover your tracks. That implies a certain level of commitment on my part, don't you think?" "Well, I guess when you put it that way . . .