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.
"You don't realize the savage acts you're capable of until you are backed into a corner. You just have to broaden your outlook on what's right and wrong to find your place".
Wow I haven't seen this much action and f*ckedupness(yes I made that word up) in a really long time to the point where I shouted the f word numerous time at the end of the book.
Zevin"Zeek" Deluca is the president of the Sin City Outlaws and he runs things the way he sees fit. He's ruthless,unforgiving, and doesn't give a damn. How he became president had me shaking my head in fear and partly disgust. This is not a man who you would want to cross or make an enemy out of because people will be searchimg for pieces of your body at the bottom of the river.
"We make the laws, we are the judge, and we dish out the sentence".
Having a ruthless Uncle who's part of the mafia and involving himself in his MC is not an easy thing for Zeek. He wants him gone from his world but deals were made and blood were shed. There's a new deputy in town and she refuses to be bought and corrupted.
Jillian Adams is fresh out of the Academy and she wants to clean up the streets of Sin city Las Vegas. Having her step-dad on the force as well,she intends to make things safe again and put the "Sin City Outlaws" in their place. The only problem is: They run sh*t and she is gojng to get a tough lesson on who exactly is the boss.
Zeek and Jillian had this push and pull about them I really liked. They both wanted each other but they kept on fighting it until they finally gave in. It was wrong on so many levels but oh so right in their little world. I will admit that I wasn't too fond of Zeek in the first couple of chapters but he really grew on me and I loved his character. Jillian was a badass heroine that I adored and I felt her frustration and her desire to do good. This was an action packed,sexy as hell, I need to be handcuffed as well awesome book.
" I don't do anything soft, and I sure as hell won't love you softly. I'll love you hard and unforgiving."
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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