Joanna Wylde is one of the most consistently well-written authors in the romance genre and I never have to worry about the quality of the book she writes. I trust her and I've been looking forward to the new Silver Valley series. While I enjoyed this book and I'm glad that I read it, it's not my favorite book by Ms. Wylde.
Maybe it suffered a bit from worldbuilding? First book in a series-itis? I failed to connect to Puck and Becca and I'm really not sure why. Puck is not a touchy-feely guy, he isn't going to go all gooey and soft because he is not built that way. He and Becca are thrown into each other's lives quite savagely and their lives are never the same. To his credit, Puck gets Becca out of a terrible home life and if it weren't for him, she would have probably ended up like her mother. (Which is not a good thing) After getting her out of there, Puck maintains his distance from Becca for years, although he is never far away and keeps an eye on her, making sure she is safe. The connection between Puck and Becca, despite how they met, is undeniable no matter how hard they fight it.
Silver Bastard is well written and I enjoyed getting to know the Silver Valley world. While I wasn't crazy about Puck and Becca, I'm looking forward to more from this series.
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.”
Rating- 3.75 stars
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