Being the Vice President of the Sin City Outlaws Motorcycle Club comes with its perks.
Respect, power, and easy women whenever I want. I have control in everything I do.
Because of that, I wasn’t expecting my president to put me on babysitting duty, and on a female cop of all fucking people. I kill law enforcement, not protect them.
Alessandra pretends to be the good-guy hiding behind that shiny badge. But I see the darkness dancing in her eyes, and it draws me to her in the worst way. I want to devour that act of innocence, pull her over the line of justice, and into my bed.
I just wasn’t expecting the handful of secrets I got behind that badge of honor I ripped from her chest. Because now, we’re retaliating against a common enemy together.
It is no secret that MC romances are some of my favorites, and when they have an edge to them that borders on dark at times I love them even more. Retaliate may very well end up being one of my favorite books from M.N. Forgy.
Felix he takes being an asshole to a whole new level at times but he also has a side that only comes out when he is with Alessandra although it’s usually after they threaten each other and are in each other’s faces. It is almost foreplay, it builds up and even I was like omg when they get together it is going to be explosive, scorching, dirty and having me reaching for a fresh pair of panties. I will not confirm or deny that last one but I think you can take a guess and guess correctly. The outlaw and the cop, again these two should never mix especially with how much hell Felix gives and still gives Zeek and Jillian but sometimes there is something that draws them together, a darkness in each of them that makes them not as different as they want to believe.
Retaliate has an even darker edge to it than the previous books did and I love that Ms. Forgy makes the storylines gritty and dangerous, it fits in with who the MC are and makes that hatred real. Although I didn’t see a couple things coming and feel that the level that Ms. Forgy took it to was perfect for this book. I want more. I want more Felix and Alessandra, I hope we get more of their fighting foreplay in the upcoming books. I am intrigued about Machete’s book I think he may actually be the craziest of them all and I can’t wait to read it. Hmmm maybe that makes me a little crazy as well, but then again I have never said I was sane.
M.N. Forgy has once again taken her characters to a whole new level, has written a book that has you wondering who you would side with, the Outlaw biker or the cop, I know which side I would and it is definitely the Outlaw especially if he is anything like Felix is.
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She looks up through hooded eyes, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
Taking a small step, I invade her space. Using my finger, I tuck it firmly under her chin making her look me in the eyes. God, she’s so fucking soft to touch, my hands itch to take advantage of her body and soul. That’s what I do, I devour innocent women, and scar their souls to the point they’re damaged goods.
“Were you going to fuck one of my men tonight, Alessandra?” I ask hastily.
Her throat bobs as she swallows, fire igniting her eyes as she pulls away. She’s a pistol and not the kind you love and shine every day with care. More like the kind you’re scared to use because it may backfire on you at any minute.
“So what if I was? Why do you care?” She raises a challenging brow, her voice sharp. A burning sensation combusts in my chest thinking about her riding one of my guy’s dicks.
“I forbid you to open your legs to any of my brothers, do you understand?” My rash decision comes from an unknown place. An insatiable hunger beading at the tip of my dick.
Her jaw drops, and her hands curl into fists.
“Who do you think you are to dictate who I screw?” she scowls.
My temples pound with annoyance and anger, done with this back and forth.
Leaning down my lips a hair’s length away from her face, I intimidate her to the point she looks away and purses her lips.
“Maybe you didn’t get the memo, Blue Bird, but now that Zeek is playing daddy… I run this fucking city. Therefore, I say who you fuck, and don’t fuck.”
Her chocolate eyes snap to mine, and I know I have her full attention. Which I want, I want her to look at me, to really see me. All of me.
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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