Can a biker have a Happily Ever After?
What Might Kill Us by M.N. Forgy is NOW LIVE!
☆✮ My Review ✮☆
☆ I received an ARC via TRSOR PR in exchange for an honest review. Thank you!! ☆
Sooo... after Babs died, I was not convinced that Bull would ever find a better woman than her or inherit a book of his own while trying to redeem him after this horrendous blow. Consider me mind blown and
Now, we all know that Bull was no saint and never claimed to be. But after Babs' death, we see him spiral out of control on the verge to his own destruction. Until, that is, Anahi shows up.
It was pretty interesting to see these two lost souls come together and give and take. Bull, we already know that he is this bad ass motherfu*#er but Anahi is a completely new character to the Devil's Dust Series. Anahi, just really is a pawn of manipulation. She had no say in her life, and was rather forced into it, and just wants an out.
Bull, on the other hand, just wants to escape his self-loathing and misery and this one girl may be the one to help him.
I have always loved MN Forgy's writing from the very beginning. It was fun, it was interesting, and man was it steamy and hell on wheels!
Bull was cool, but Anahi... I love that gal! And what a cool name!! This novel does not disappoint!
☆✮ Excerpt ✮☆
“Bull?” my voice breathy.
“The last time I let someone close to me… it didn’t go well.”
He pecks a kiss on my erect nipple that was in his mouth seconds before.
“Anahi, Alvaro is a boy pretending to be a man, and I’m about to show you the difference between pretending and actually being,” he states matter of fact, his tone smug.
I smirk. “You’re so arrogant.”
He lifts his chin, his eyes finding mine. “Only one way to find out, darlin’,” he states wolfishly. “I’m going to fuck you to the point you’ll have to take your time sitting down afterwards, baby.”
With that, the head of his length presses into me. My back arches off the bed, an audible gasp leaving my lips. Bull pushes in another couple inches, filling me to the point I swear I can’t take anymore. The sensation of burning and bliss battling with one another I can’t help but fidget beneath him. I don’t know whether to cry or moan.
He slips in more, filling me to the brink and a cry rips up my throat. Bull presses his lips against mine, silencing my pain.
Fucking me like he hates me, but kissing me like he cares.
☆✮ 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.
☆✮ Other Works By M.N. Forgy: The Devil's Dust Series ✮☆