One bad biker. One gorgeous sheriff.
One intense biker romance.
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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
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.
I looooove MC books. I mean to the point of a slight obsession. Reign has everything in it that I need in an MC book and more – hot, alpha, bada** men that ride motorcycles and know how to please a woman, a thrilling plot, a hot love story, and a heroine that is tough enough to hang with the bad boys, but soft enough that she is still a lady and not a sl*t.
Zeek and Jillian’s story does not fit any kind of cookie cutter mold, nor does it have a fairy tale path. It is raw and forbidden, a good girl sheriff and the bad boy MC leader with a penchant for violence. Everything can go wrong and nothing can go right. There is so much heat and intensity, you can feel it radiating from the pages.
There are many twists and turns within the story; you will be left breathless, clinging to the edge of your seat. There is a cliffhanger and it is WOW, but take my word for it and read Reign right now.
“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.
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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