He’s a biker. She’s a Sheriff.
She’s in his world now, even if she doesn’t want to be…
The conclusion of Zeek and Jillian’s epic biker romance is NOW LIVE!
I’m an outlaw. I don’t fall in love and I sure as fuck don’t run… Until Jillian McAdams.
I fell for a law abiding Sheriff, breaking my vows to my own club, and turning her against her family of blue.An outlaw and a sheriff, it can only end in one way… Mayhem.
Now we both have to pay the ultimate price for betraying our families.
I swore to kill my brother, his allegiance sworn to another club, if I ever saw him again.
Yet here I am running to him in hopes to save Jillian’s life…
We both will have to rewrite the rules we know to stay alive.
Even if it means we lose everything we had in doing so…
*Please keep your hands and feet in the car at all times. Annnnd. Enjoy your ride*
After a hefty cliffhanger we are given the next adventure for Jillian and Zeek.
And a ride is definitely what we get. Both are on the run from the law and Zeek’s uncle. Each going against their own “clubs”. It is crazy what love can make you do. These two are truly in love. Their differences have brought them together and they are on a path to fight for their lives.
Jillian sees Zeek in what is really his element as an outlaw. She is taken aback at how someone she loves can be this way when facing danger but yet be so different with her. As any person would, she questioned if she can trust him after what he has done. How could she not? I was conflicted just reading it. It came to a point that Jillian just had to woman up and realize that she would have to get her hands dirty to save her life and Zeek’s. This woman is strong and fights with all that she has. You go girl!
“I just need time to process everything before I go climbing back on Cock-a-saurus Rex.”
Zeek is on true edge. Each move he has to make right so that they make it out alive. Which means that he has to make a few decisions that he does not want to. The main one seeking help from his brother. The journey that gets them there is filled with looking over his shoulder and just making it to his Brother. That is right, he seeks help from the long lost brother that despises him. Obviously, they did not get the warmest of welcomes. Ya know, gunshots, punches, kicks, such fun! Pride blooms for him when he sees that Jillian is fighting not for herself but him.
“Our attraction was a mistake from the beginning, when that desire grew into love it became punishing.
The love and attraction for these two is still so apparent. It is what keeps them going.
They want that peace and safety for each other. There is also no shortage of Zeek and his oh so glorious dirty mouth and his skills that he bestows upon Jillian. Lucky, lucky girl!
“You have no need to be jealous, baby. You’re the one I’m going to be with at night, you’re the one I love, and you’re the one I’m about to fuck.”
Both have things to lose and neither are use to this feeling.
Loss of truth
Loss of base.
Loss of life.
Loss of love.
But they had so much to gain as well.
Gain of truth.
Gain of base.
Gain of life.
Gain of love.
“Mine. Both of you,” he whispers in his sleep.”
There was a game of tennis between them with will they stay alive, what will happen next and the main volley was is this worth it. So much is going on from one page to the next. Whether it was fighting for their lives from others, fighting for their love or just simply being. I was on the edge of my seat cheering for these two so that their passionate love for each other made it through.
Have Mercy! *in my uncle Jesse voice*
“Just—Just get in the shower,” he mutters, pulling back the shower curtain.
“Why are you doing all this?”
A pensive look crosses his face. “All of what?”
“This!” I wave my hands around. “Holding that nice old couple at gunpoint, in here with me. All of it?”
His eyes rake over me, and he shrugs. “So you could shower.”
“So you kidnapped a little old couple so I could shower?”
It’s wrong, so wrong. Yet, I feel my chest tighten with longing and adoration. I like it.WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? I can’t help my attraction to him. His stare is cold, his calloused hands rough, but his draw is soft and alluring.
“You going to get in?” He flicks a brow at me.
Reign (Book One)
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.