Retaliate (Sin City Outlaws Book 3) by M.N. Forgy is
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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.
First off I have come to love M. N. Forgy as an author, her work is amazing. She brings you in to the heart of a story just to have you pulled in every direction you can possibly go. Can say I have found one book of hers’ that I haven’t enjoyed to the very end. Now that the fan girling is done, let get to the book!
Wow where to start, well as you know Alessandra is a cop that loves her job just doesn’t play by all the rules all the time. Something dark lurks deep in her that has a yearning to come out.
Felix is the V.P. of the Sin City Outlaws who run Las Vegas. He can have any women he wants at any given time but question why he is so drawn to Alessandra. She is a cop, the one line her refuse to cross, yet he finds his self-stuck watching out for her when trouble comes to call.
These two are going to take you for a ride you will not want to end. I impressed how strong Alessandra was as a character. She wasn’t one that just fell in to the story no she push right up to the very front. Felix just makes everything melt away when he come on scene. I was just blown away with the story these to have to tell. I’m looking forward to the next in the series.
“So, you came here to what, let loose?” I ask suggestively, lust hanging from the tip of my tongue.
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.
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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