One bad biker. One gorgeous sheriff.
One intense biker romance.
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Blurb
As the president of the Sin City Outlaw
Motorcycle Club, l fuck as hard as I ride and rarely go to bed alone.
The women
are fast and the violence is intense.
I excel
in both.
People
either respect me or fear me. I'm not arrogant. It’s just the truth.
I was a
king, reigning over Vegas without complication, until one gorgeous sheriff made
everything fall apart.
When I
saw her, I became a Neanderthal, wanting nothing more than to be between those
legs.
I guess
that’s where I went wrong, because my reality was shot to hell real
fucking
fast.
One kiss
caused her to step over that blue line.
One night
in her bed made me a traitor.
And now… we’re both screwed.
Review:
OH WOW!! I COULD NOT put this book down, read it in less
than a day, absolutely brilliant! If you are a fan of MC books, you MUST read
this, holy hell! Not only is it sexy, but it’s raw, gritty, and at times funny.
The struggle between good and evil has never been so sexy. Zevin “Zeek” Deluca
doesn’t know who he can and can’t trust. He was raised in the Motorcycle Club
culture by his dad, the president and founder of the Sin City Outlaws.
Brotherhood, loyalty, violence were all things he was raised to believe in, and
the two main rules, don’t talk to cops and don’t be a rat!
Jillian McAdams was raised by her mother and Stepfather who
worked for the sheriff’s department. She was always the good girl, never
getting into trouble because, honestly, she never did anything except study.
From the time she was 5, she knew she wanted to follow in her stepfather’s
footsteps. Now she’s finally there, ready to go out on patrol alone. She can’t
comprehend why the Sin City Outlaws are allowed to run the city and haven’t
been taken down by the local law enforcement. Yeah, she’s been sheltered.
That’s about to end.
I’m going to share some of my favorite lines from the book,
then come right out and tell you to buy the book, it is a MUST READ!!!
“He’s so dangerous – beautiful but dangerous. It’s
infuriating to say the least.”
“He growls into my mouth and I inhale sharply, taking in his
breath of danger and sin, filling my world of innocence and justice.”
“I’m not proud. In fact, I’m about to ask Siri where my
balls are.”
“Standing in the bubble aisle at the pharmacy, staring at
bottles of soap while sporting a teepee with my dick, is not my best moment.”
A MUST READ 5 star book with 5 hands down the pants!!!
When’s the next one coming out????
EXCERPT
“Really? You
got me donuts?” I arch a brow, dropping the lid.
He turns, a mischievous smile fitting his face.
“Don’t all cops like donuts?” he jeers. I roll my eyes, placing my hand on my hip.
“That’s so stereotypical,” I huff.
“Oh, really?” he replies, grabbing the box off the table, a smug smile still on his face.
“I’ll get rid of them then.”
“No, wait!” I nearly trip over my feet trying to grab the box of donuts. He holds them higher than me and smiles so big I think I see two dimples. Really, he’s pulling the notorious bully move holding them just above my reach? Why am I attracted to him again?
“I thought you didn’t like them,” he taunts.
“I do like them. A lot, actually.” I cross my arms, my cheeks flushing. My dad used to always take me to the local bakery to get donuts on the weekends. I would get whatever I wanted—usually anything with sprinkles—and we would drop the rest off at the department. What can I say, embrace your stereotypes.
“So, it’s true. Cops love donuts,” he states arrogantly, sitting the box back down.
He turns, a mischievous smile fitting his face.
“Don’t all cops like donuts?” he jeers. I roll my eyes, placing my hand on my hip.
“That’s so stereotypical,” I huff.
“Oh, really?” he replies, grabbing the box off the table, a smug smile still on his face.
“I’ll get rid of them then.”
“No, wait!” I nearly trip over my feet trying to grab the box of donuts. He holds them higher than me and smiles so big I think I see two dimples. Really, he’s pulling the notorious bully move holding them just above my reach? Why am I attracted to him again?
“I thought you didn’t like them,” he taunts.
“I do like them. A lot, actually.” I cross my arms, my cheeks flushing. My dad used to always take me to the local bakery to get donuts on the weekends. I would get whatever I wanted—usually anything with sprinkles—and we would drop the rest off at the department. What can I say, embrace your stereotypes.
“So, it’s true. Cops love donuts,” he states arrogantly, sitting the box back down.
About the Author
M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where
she still lives with her family. She's a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer
by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously
until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started
writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn't live
with the "what if" anymore and finally took a chance on her
character's story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie
sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.
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