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One bad biker. One gorgeous
sheriff.
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 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.
It’s just the truth.
I was a king, reigning over Vegas without complication,
until one gorgeous sheriff made everything fall apart.
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.
nothing more than to be between those legs.
I guess that’s where I went wrong, because my reality
was shot to hell real
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.
now… we’re both screwed.
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.
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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