Devil's Game by Joanna Wylde Scavenger Hunt • Ana's Attic Book Blog

I love this series! I just can’t wait to read Devil’s Game. If you haven’t read the Reapers Motorcycle Club Series by Joanna Wylde, it is one of my favorites. Check it out!

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And Ruger! See my review.

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In DEVIL’S GAME we learn what really happened between Liam “Hunter” Blake and Em Hayes during her kidnapping in Reaper’s Legacy. As the daughter of the Reapers’ president, Em has found that the men in her life have always been more concerned about keeping her dad happy than showing her a good time. Then she meets Liam. He’s not afraid to treat Em like a real woman and he’s definitely not afraid of her father.

Liam was born and raised a Devil’s Jack, sworn enemies of the Reapers, and has always defended his club no matter what. But then there’s Em…with her smile and vulnerability and just this way about her that puts him in the middle of the hardest decision he’ll ever have to make.

Well this isn’t really a scavenger hunt…more like a chain of an excerpt. I am the 3rd piece. The first excerpt is at A Tasty Read, the second is at Cocktails and Books, then me (below). Tomorrow at 8am, check over at Guilty Pleasures for the next piece.

“But you’re not on lockdown now,” Sophie said firmly. “And you haven’t been for a while, right? Ruger is crazy controlling about safety for me and Noah, and he didn’t say anything about needing protection. We’re fi ne. It’s just a night out—no drama, unless getting well and truly fucked counts as drama. Fingers crossed for you on that one, babe.”

I thought about Liam’s picture and felt a delicious shiver run through me. Fingers crossed for sure . . . I wanted to lick him all over. There were six condoms in my purse, just ready and waiting. Not that I thought we’d need six, but a girl could hope, right?

“I want to dance,” Kimber said. “You up for it, ladies?”

“Yeah,” Sophie said, but I shook my head.

“I want to grab another drink first,” I told them. “It’s silly, but I feel really nervous about this.”

“Drink up,” Kimber said. “But not too much. Don’t want to make an ass of yourself and turn him off.”

“Oh, shit,” I muttered. “Do you think I will? This is so weird and scary . . . I don’t want to blow it.”

“You have a black corset, tight jeans, fuck-me heels, and a purse full of condoms,” Sophie said gravely. “It would take a lot to turn him off. This isn’t about whether he likes you. It’s about whether you like him—otherwise you’ll just keep shopping around.”

I hugged her impulsively.

“Thanks,” I whispered.

“Any time,” she whispered back, squeezing me tight. “Now go out there and get a drink, then come dance for a while. Life is too short to waste time on a guy who isn’t right for you, no matter how hot he is. Always remember that.”

I considered her words, wondering if she was talking about me or herself. Sophie’s situation with Ruger was complicated . . . Sophie let me go and then we walked out of the bathroom and into the bar.