Series: River Reapers MC #2
Olivia has been through her own personal hell and come out the other side,
tattered but determined to make things better in her corrupt town—no matter the
cost. Her roommate’s current situation is the perfect place to start.
wild ol’ lady Olivia comes to him and the River Reapers for help, he’s on
board. His vigilante motorcycle club can get the job done, and it’ll help
convince Olivia to take the next step in their relationship.
traumatic past walks through the club’s doors, there’s no stopping her from
doing whatever it takes to settle her own score. Even if it means crossing a
line that Cliff might not be able to pull her back from.
hero who makes you swoon, you’ll love A Risky Prospect, Book 2 in
the River Reapers MC series.
Buy A Risky Prospect now!
must read Book 1, A Disturbing Prospect, before reading A
THREE 🎩🎩🎩 hats from Heather!
So this picks up where book one leaves off. Yes it is an MC book and as the author stated this book does deal with some sensitive subjects. If you do not like dark elements and are hoping for an Insta anything book then this book is not for you.
Olivia grows so much in this book. We get the full effect of what she has gone through, and why she pushed Cliff away. She is a strong, stubborn, independent woman that really dislikes leaning on a man. Cliff has come full circle in the fact he knows what he wants, but has to be extremely patient to get it.
Now with all of that being said there are a few things that did not sit to well with me. I didn’t understand how things went down with her father, or how things were dealt with with her ex.
the doorbell for Olivia’s place, I step back. Only the porch light is on. No
light shines from inside. I can’t imagine she and her roommate are already in
bed. I raise my fist and knock, a soft three-tap, just in case.
other side, I hear a soft meow: Dio.
buddy.” He meows again. I picture him rubbing his cheek against the door.
“I guess no one else is home. I’ll see you later.”
Olivia’s got me talking to her cat now.
me doing all kinds of things—like picking up her father. I wanted to see her
before I left, even if only to wish her luck for her first day at DCF. Maybe
see if there’s anything I should know before meeting him, or if there’s
anything she wants me to scope out before she meets him.
home, though, so there’s not much I can do, other than go back to the club
house and try to get some sleep.
slowly back to the Screamin’ Eagle. The last thing I want to do right now is go
to bed, mostly because I don’t want to get up at the ass crack of dawn to drive
all the way to Lewisburg. Traveling by train would take longer, and neither my
President or Treasurer were willing to pony up for a plane ticket. Worst of
all, I have to take a cage. It’ll be more comfortable than riding all the way
down, but the more I ride, the less I want to be in a car.
onto the bike and grab my helmet. Securing it in place, my fingers pause.
Olivia might be working tonight. That would explain why she isn’t home. There’s
also a chance she’s at my cousin’s, but I’d rather not ride all over town
trying to track her down. If she’s already at the club, I might be able to talk
her into staying the night. That way she can crash in my room after work, and I
can see her before I go. Maybe even see her naked.
happy thought, I fire up the Screamin’ Eagle, wincing a little as I imagine
poor Dio hiding from the noise. Ever since Eli, he’s been so skittish. If
Olivia hadn’t already killed him, I’d kill the motherfucker myself. Who the
hell tries to kill a tiny, defenseless kitten?
she’d told me what was going on before it got that bad.
Olivia for you. She can take care of herself, which is one of the things I love
most about her.
stomp on the back brake.
whole-body realization. The road tips upward, the bike falls down into the sky.
I float for a moment, fingers and toes tingling. Then I slam back into my seat,
the bike firmly on 63. Somehow I still have my balance.
tell her. I’ve never been good at keeping my feelings to myself. My father’s
headstone is proof of that. It’s either tell her, or walk away, and I already
know I can’t do that.
tell her, either.
out when I suggested we move in together. I can only imagine what she’ll do if
I tell her I love her.
repeat it, the more woozy my stomach is, like I’ve had a few drinks and I’m
warmed all the way through. At the same time, it makes me need a
good chance I don’t really love her.
idea what it feels like to be in love. I know what it’s like to love someone—my
little cousin. I know what it means to be loved—my cousin again. But the odds
that I wholly, truly love the first woman I laid eyes on after getting out—not
to mention fucked in the back of a station wagon—are slim to none.
lonely for so long, I’m just imprinting on her.
to be it. Because there’s no way someone like me can really love her, not now.
What I think I feel for Olivia can’t be real.
twenty years of crushing in noses with my fists. I don’t deserve it.
chose the other path because her life is just as offbeat. Before publishing her
debut novel, she was a chef, web designer, apprentice teacher, and retail
soldier, but writing is her first love. It took a debilitating autoimmune
disease to make her realize it was time to chase her dream.
and suspense novels. She lives in Connecticut with her real-life book boyfriend
(husband) Mike and their feisty little cat Squirt.