One bad biker. One gorgeous sheriff.
One intense biker romance.
REIGN IS NOW AVAILABLE
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.
VIDA'S REVIEW
From the first page until the last you intrigued and snared in the Alphaness that is Zeek who proves the he will always do what it takes to REIGN supreme. Zeek is the president of the Sin City Outlaws, he's the kind of man that men fear and woman want. Everything was going good until he meets his match in Jillian (Rookie to Zeek) and the sparks literally jumps off the pages. These two know that they shouldn't be together but the pull is too strong. With secrets and betrayal running rife through the club and an Uncle who's a scheming conniving bastard Zeek has no one he can truly trust. Will Zeek and Rookie get their HEA or will they love last as far an fast as they can run. This is a book that will leave you on the edge of your seat wondering what will happen next. I was rocked to the core with the ending and can't wait for more Zeek!!! Congrats MN Forgy for and awesome start to what's looking like a great series.
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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