Newton Compton Editore – Acquistabile qui

Marie non ha bisogno di altre complicazioni. Ha già abbastanza guai. Ma c’è un motociclista supertatuato che non la pensa allo stesso modo. Horse la desidera e non sembra disposto ad accettare un rifiuto, ma Marie è appena uscita a fatica da una storia con un uomo violento e non è pronta per una nuova relazione. Specialmente con uno come Horse. È quasi sicura, infatti, che il motivo per cui si è presentato alla porta di casa di suo fratello non sia del tutto legale. Per questo Marie desidera che si levi di torno alla svelta. Se non fosse così maledettamente affascinante… Horse fa parte del Reapers Motorcycle Club e si comporta come se il mondo gli appartenesse. Vive senza regole e quando vuole qualcosa, sa come ottenerla. Adesso che il fratello di Marie è nei guai potrebbe sfruttare la situazione per conquistarla.

A fine lettura di questo libro posso dirmi soddisfatta. Si tratta di una storia ben articolata e sviluppata in un ambiente particolare, quello degli MC che ne presuppone da parte dell’autrice se non una conoscenza diretta, almeno uno studio. I rapporti tra i vari personaggi sono regolati da leggi precise, spesso lontane da quelle della società “civile “ e qui ci sono tutte.

I protagonisti seguono le leggi del romance, lui bad boy con un cuore grande, lei ingenua coinvolta in una situazione difficile bisognosa di essere salvata. Lui passionale ma in fondo romantico, lei verginale ma con una libido di tutto rispetto, due facce della stessa medaglia.

Si inseguono, si sfuggono, si intrappolano, mentre intorno a loro ruotano gli affari del club, le scelleratezze del fratello di lei, la violenza del suo ex marito.

Marie si troverà catapultata in un mondo che inizialmente disprezza accecata dai pregiudizi, un mondo chiuso che si rivela però essere una famiglia a tutti gli effetti i cui membri si rispettano e proteggono. Horse ce la trascinerà sullo stile uomo delle caverne, ma credetemi è davvero tanto sexy nei suoi modi “selvaggi”.

Quando dal livello sesso sfrenato (e ce ne vuole un bel po’ per arrivarci) si passa al livello apri  il cuore, Horse ci appare per quello che realmente è, un uomo che ha sofferto e lottato per la patria, un marine che ha vissuto gli orrori della guerra che si ritrova a provare il dolore della perdita, è un breve momento ma intenso che mette in contatto il mondo romanzato della storia con la realtà quotidiana e quindi ci tocca tutti.

Horse è un bel personaggio, dominante, testardo, incute tanta paura con l’aspetto da duro e la toppa, quanto amore quando si apre rivelando un pezzettino del cuore che tiene accuratamente nascosto.

Marie si barcamena tra amore passionale per Horse e amore per Jeff, il fratello che le porterà solo un sacco di guai, cercando di conciliare le due cose per non perdere nessuno dei due.

Una situazione complicata che mi ha portato a leggere il libro in pochissimo tempo, dovevo sapere come se la sarebbero sbrigata.

Veniamo ora alla note dolenti quelle che penalizzano una storia che a mio giudizio, meritava un’attenzione diversa da parte dell’editore.

Il problema l’ho riscontrato anche in altre pubblicazioni, poca accuratezza nella traduzione e nell’editing. Ad esempio dotarsi di un dizionario dei sinonimi potrebbe essere utile e rendere alcuni termini più consoni al personaggio che li usa. Sarà ma trovo difficile che un biker rude e bellicoso, soprannominato Horse per le sue generose dimensioni chiami il suo “arnese” pisello, neanche fosse un ragazzetto alle elementari invece di un uomo che fa del sesso il suo mantra.

Ma alla fine nonostante questi difetti strutturali io vi consiglio la lettura di “Non volevo fosse amore”, ne uscirete soddisfatte.

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Horse fa parte di una banda di motociclisti violenti e ha deciso che Marie deve essere la sua donna.

Newton Compton (23 luglio 2019), acquistabile qui.

Marie non ha bisogno di altre complicazioni. Ha già abbastanza guai. Ma c’è un motociclista supertatuato che non la pensa allo stesso modo.

Horse la desidera e non sembra disposto ad accettare un rifiuto, ma Marie è appena uscita a fatica da una storia con un uomo violento e non è pronta per una nuova relazione. Specialmente con uno come Horse. È quasi sicura, infatti, che il motivo per cui si è presentato alla porta di casa di suo fratello non sia del tutto legale. Per questo Marie desidera che si levi di torno alla svelta. Se non fosse così maledettamente affascinante…

Horse fa parte del Reapers Motorcycle Club e si comporta come se il mondo gli appartenesse. Vive senza regole e quando vuole qualcosa, sa come ottenerla. Adesso che il fratello di Marie è nei guai potrebbe sfruttare la situazione per conquistarla.

1. Reaper’s Property, Non volevo fosse amore – Horse

2. Reaper’s Legacy – Ruger

3. Devil’s Game – Em

4. Reaper’s Stand – Reese

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5. Reaper’s Fall – Levi

6. Reaper’s Fire – Gage

Joanna Wylde

è un’autrice bestseller del New York Times. Ha lavorato come giornalista e editor in vari quotidiani, prima di decidere di mettersi in proprio lavorando come ghostwriter.

I couldn’t figure out what’d happened.

One minute I’d been having one of the most exciting sexual experiences of my life. The next my ribs were being crushed as Rome slammed into me. Then I was on my feet, trying to catch my breath, as people shouted all around us. The music had stopped. Thankfully, Rome’s big body formed a barrier between me and the rest of the room, because everyone else in the place had lost their minds.

For an instant, I thought maybe I’d be safe behind him. Then some guy in a cowboy hat launched toward us, fists flying. I don’t know what I expected, maybe that Rome would start punching him—you know, like they always do in movies—but instead he ducked, then started dragging me toward the bar. More shouting. I saw a man lift a chair and slam it down against another guy’s back from behind. The poor bastard went down hard, so hard that his head literally bounced on the floor. He couldn’t even get his hands up in time to break the fall.

This definitely wasn’t a movie.

I needed to get the hell out of here. Now.

Rome didn’t need to drag me any more—adrenaline had set in and sexy times were forgotten. My instincts said to run, and I wasn’t going to argue. Running wasn’t really possible, though, what with people and bottles and tables flying all around us.

It felt like it took an hour just to get across the room, although it was probably just a few seconds. Nothing touched me. Every other step, he was pushing me to the side, standing over me, or slamming into someone to get them out of the way until we reached an opening at the far end of the bar. He shoved me down behind it, toward a group of women huddling under the safety of the ledge.

“Stay here and keep your head down!” he said, catching my eyes to make sure I heard him. “I’ll be back soon.”

With that, he left to wade back into the crowd.

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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.

“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.

Interesting…

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.

Correction.

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.

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.