Reign by M.N. Forgy

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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

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.

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Descriptions are to pull you in. Make you interested. Sometimes this works and sometimes it doesn’t. This one worked and worked well. I devoured this read, putting it down was not an option, it was just all consuming.

Zeek.
Smart. Focused. Loyal. Handsome. President of an MC.

Zeek is untouchable. He and his MC – The Sin City Outlaws, Reign over Vegas giving them precedence to do whatever they want when they want. They are feared.

Jillian.
Smart. Focused. Loyal. Beautiful. A Deputy.

Jillian wants to make Zeek and his brothers not to have Reign over the city. She has no fear in wanting this to happen and if it is by her hand, even better.

What she does not count on is wanting to touch him.
What he does not count on is wanting to be touchable by her.

Both are introduced to new aspects that each have never had.
Betrayal. Monogamy. Love. Consumption. Need. Guilt.

Jillian and Zeek have an undeniable attraction to each other which should be wrong because she is the law and he is a law breaker. Their moments are explosive. He is primal with her and she comes to have this need from him. Each are going against what they have come to know for themselves over time. All is thrown out after falling to the realization that they need each other.

He is going against the laws of the MC.
She is going against the laws of the law.
This is a recipe for each of their lives to be in danger.
And that is just what they are, in danger.

Lines are crossed.
Lives are costed.
Feelings are centered.
Friends are needed.

Who can they trust?
What is the truth?
Why the secrets?
When does it end?
How will they survive?

Reign had everything that I enjoy in a book. Passion, grit, sex, suspense, smidge of humor and a touch of taboo.This read just poured off the pages and into your mind and left the need for wanting more. Each situation and feeling that they went through and had you felt. This is one read that will be in my top books of 2016 without a doubt. Zeek is someone that I would want to meet and have his way with me, cause DAMN. Many props to the author for this happening. It was with her style, words, outline and composite that made this happen.

The fear. The suspense. The chemistry. The connection. The need. The love. The Reign.

P.s. What a cliffy! Need Book 2 right meow.

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“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.

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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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