Monday, February 1, 2016

Reign by M.N. Forgy

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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
Rating: ☆☆☆☆

Zeek, President of the Sin City Outlaws MC, is determined, dangerous and extremely confident. With the police in his pocket, his MC has pretty much free reign in town. New to the Sheriff's department, Jillian is determined to make her mark and uphold the law no matter the cost. In the numerous run ins with Zeek she is determined not to let him intimidate her and to bring him down. What she doesn't count on is the intense attraction and feelings she has for him.

They really can't be together being on opposite sides of the law but who says love is logical? Both will be in immense danger if they are discovered.


This was a wow, bite your nails, and sit on the edge of your seat read. You could feel the character's struggles come off the page and soak into you. This was a dangerous, yet hot read but it is not a chocolate, hearts and flowers romance. It was complicated, messy and dangerous.

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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.



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About the Author

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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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