segunda-feira, 1 de fevereiro de 2016

Book Tour: M. N. Forgy - Reign (Review)


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.



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.



REVIEW

He was completely Outlaw; President of MC. Tattooed, fierce, driven by violence.
She was created by the law. Beautiful, looked like an angel, and always dreamed of being a sheriff.
When they meet for the first time, sparks jump, and from there, they could not stay away from each other.

The biggest problem for Jillian was that Zeek was 100% outlaw. But in fact, she was too innocent. Zeek knew things about the cops that Jillian couldn't even dream. And that could be the end of any relationship they were to have.
In fact, Zeek had no relationships. There were women he fucked. Period.
But Jillian was different. She made him feel alive after many years.

It wasn't the law that rule the city, but the MC and Frank Deluca, Zeek's uncle and owner of one of the casinos in Vegas. Frank wanted power and insisted on keeping Zeek under his command. This happened until Zeek decided to make Jillian his, from there no one could touch her or would have to do with him.

And when the situation got out of control, Jillian would have to grow up in a flash and Zeek would do everything possible to keep the love of his life...

"You're the first light in my life after living a lifetime in the darkness"

A story about MC, but not so dark . I could say that it is even very romantic.
Jillian and Zeek will still have to face many problems, and then, their love is put to the test.
Pleasant reading. Be careful when you reach the end of the story.

4,5 stars


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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