So I most assuredly have a fever for MC Club books and Joanna Wylde definitely knows how to bang my cowbell.
Whatever you expect to get from a Joanna Wylde book, Silver Bastards absolutely delivers.
The overall feel of the story is very similar to other Wylde books (which can be a good or bad thing depending on your POV) – although this one most definitely has a twist at the start.
For those of you who have problems with (view spoiler), this might be a problem for you.
I know it’s wrong and blah blah blah [insert profound and meaningful social commentary here], but it just doesn’t bother me.
In fact, I dig it.
Other than that, like I said, this book has a lot of the same elements as all Wylde’s other works.
Manwhore MC biker meets “the one,” they have some push/pull, shenanigans ensue, and let’s not forget:
And boy do they ever in this book.
Seriously though, they were double clicking her mouse all over Kingdom Cum.
Some may consider all this somewhat formulaic – and it is, make no mistake – but let’s be frank, we aren’t re-inventing the wheel here people.
And I like it.
Because sometimes it’s just nice to know that your Snickers bar is going to taste like a damned Snickers bar.
And because I’m not one those “I must have originality” snobs.
I am a snob, mind you…just a snob with questionable standards, the attention span of a tic, and the ability to read the same thing over and over again.
But I digress.
My only real complaint with this book?
Not the brightest bulb in the box, people.
Seriously, this seems to be common to most of Wylde’s lead females – perhaps in order to facilitate the ever needed damsel in distress scenario, which I’m totally not knocking because me likey – but Becca seemed to be a more special brand of idiot than most.
But as much as Becca annoyed me, Puck put the hot in my tamale.
Overall, I really enjoyed this story.
There were moments when I didn’t always feel Puck and Becca’s connection, but at the end of the day?
I definitely got enough cowbell.