Published by Berkley, Penguin on April 7, 2015
Genres: Abuse, Adult Fiction, Contemporary Romance, Dark, Erotica, Mystery, Romance, Sociology
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First in the new Silver Valley series from the New York Timesbestselling author of the Reapers Motorcycle Club Novels
Fourteen months. For fourteen months, Puck Redhouse sat in a cell and kept his mouth shut, protecting the Silver Bastards MC from their enemies. Then he was free and it was time for his reward—full membership in the club, along with a party to celebrate. That’s when he saw Becca Jones for the first time and set everything in motion. Before the night ended he’d violated his parole and stolen her away from everything she knew.
Five years. It was five years ago that Puck destroyed Becca and saved her all in one night. She’s been terrified of him ever since, but she’s even more terrified of the monsters he still protects her from... But Becca refuses to let fear control her. She’s living her life and moving forward, until she gets a phone call from the past she can't ignore. She has to go back, and there’s only one man she can trust to go with her—the ex-con biker who rescued her once before.
Puck will help her again, but this time it’ll be on his terms. No more lies, no more tears, and no more holding back what he really wants...
This edition only: A new Silver Valley story
I’ve read two other biker books, one of them being Reaper’s Property. I’ve learned something very valuable too, bikers are hardcore. Like seriously hardcore. What I can’t figure out is why I like them and yet don’t read more? These books are definitely not for the faint of heart. Oh and feminists beware, bikers are not exactly about women running things. With that said, women actually are heard, respected, cared for, loved, even idolized, you just need to dig deep to understand and appreciate that world.
Silver Bastard is about Puck and Becca. Puck is fresh out of prison. Becca is…well she’s just fresh. I’ll leave it at that. Their meeting is definitely one for the record books and again NOT for the faint of heart. It’s ugly and it will push your boundaries. Why I loved it I have no clue. Probably need to get that checked lol.
Five years later and Puck and Becca are living their own lives. Well he still protects her and she still fears him but she’s trying to live a life different from her mother. Oh don’t even get me started on that crazy woman. Becca’s got the mother of all mothers. I wanted to strangle that woman. Mostly I wanted to kill her. Poor Becca is torn between the truth and the fact that this is her mom and she loves her. I really felt for Becca. I understood her issues and that want no need for acceptance and unconditional love.
Puck was hard for me to like. He’s not cute. He’s not nice. He’s just I don’t know…Puck. For whatever reason though he grows on you. I wouldn’t want to live in his head. He’s angry a lot lol. Lots of crazy emotions and I would have liked to know more about where he came from. We get a little glimpse but not really enough to understand why he is the way he is. Puck is a biker through and through whatever that means! He has little patience, he’s stubborn, he’s trustworthy, and he’s not above breaking the law. There is nothing sweet or mushy about him. My brain screamed every single time he used the phrase “I claimed you” and it went against everything I am to be okay with the whole caveman I am man you woman and I own you crap.
In order to get past that and understand the story, you really have to let go and try to understand that lifestyle. You either get it or you don’t. You either accept it or you don’t. Not everyone lives like me or even you. What works for one may not for another. I get it. Once I let that go, I really got into the story itself. And there is a story here. In fact there are two stories running through this book. There’s Puck and the Silver Bastards and their dealings and there’s Becca dealing with her past that won’t go away.
I absolutely adored Puck’s chapters. His internal dialogue had me cracking up. For as scary and as bad ass as he is, not sure I’d want to know him in real life, he’s actually just a normal guy at heart. Well sort of lol. As normal as one can get when even at your angriest you still want to have sex with the person you’re fighting with. Yea he’s one of my favorite characters.
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I can’t wait to go back and finish up the Reapers MC series. Oh OH the bonus in the back. We get a sneak peek at the next Silver Valley book and OH MY GOODNESS I’m totally hooked and I want it now!!
*A copy of this book was kindly provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review*
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.”