Synopsis
Brotherhood is what Bull bleeds and all that he knows.
Being the king of The Devil’s Dust and surrounded by easy
women was his everyday… until having his heart broke rooted him to the bottom
of a whiskey bottle.
Heartbroken, and drowning in lost memories he’s unsure of
the direction of his life, when the answer – consisting of a terrified Mexican
girl- nearly knocks him off his feet.
Determined to get his act together and rectify his club, he
rides to Texas for answers, only to be confronted with the emotional ghosts he
isn’t ready to deal with.
He sees Anahi, and he wants her.
But she may come with more baggage than Bull is ready for.
Anahi used to be prim and proper. She used to wear dresses
and keep up appearances to impress people she didn’t know. I guess you could
say she was a fucking lady.
But that was when she lived in Mexico with her parents.
Before her uncle turned on her.
Before, the only man she ever loved, her step-brother,
betrayed her.
Before she was forced to be a drug mule for the Cartel.
Evening gowns a lost memory, expensive heels traded for
boots, and a nine millimeter in her hand instead of a limited edition purse.
Anahi sets aside everything she’s ever known including the fairytale stories
her mother told her about America.
What Might Kill Us by M.N. Forgy releases November 7th!
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Excerpt
Walking toward my room I notice my bike propped up on two
blue milk crates. I stop in my tracks, my hands balling in my palms so hard my
nails cut the skin.
Bull is hunched down, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
No shirt on under his leather vest and grease all over him.
Music plays behind him as his dexterous hands make quick
work at the guts of my Fixie. Panic races in my chest. He’s breaking her apart
bolt by bolt!
What the fuck? Is he trying to destroy everything of mine?
“Oh I love that song.” I flinch, not noticing Jose standing
behind me. “It’s Godsmack‘s Stay Away.” He informs.
“Jesus Christ, Jose, you can’t just sneak up on me like
that!” I scorn, clutching my chest. “I could have just punched you in the
throat, do you realize that?” He knows what goes on out here, I have to stay on
my toes all the time.
“You going over there?” Jose ignores my rant, eyeing Bull
over my shoulder. Biting my cheek I turn. My throat bobbing as I watch Bull
toss bolts and shit over his shoulder.
My thighs clench on their own, defying the rage poisoning
me. Sweat drips from his forehead, black grease streaked among his hard chest.
I can’t help the hitch in my breathing.
“Can I have him?” Jose whispers. I blink away the sultry
smog clouding my anger and stomp toward the sexy biker.
“Yeah, after I kill him!” I clip.
Bull stands and flicks his cigarette. His movements
appearing in slow motion as smoke bellows from his lips. He turns, his back
facing me and shrugs out of his cut, throwing it over on the patio. His
muscular back inked with the same image that is on the vest.
I narrow my brows, trying to remind myself of the mission at
hand.
Holding my hand out I hesitate on if I should touch him or
turn around. I look over my shoulder and see Jose looking at me like I lost my
mind.
Maybe I have.
Inhaling a large breath, I poke Bull in the shoulder as hard
as I can.
His skin is slick with sweat and hot to the touch. The
contact shooting warmth through my finger and through my body before igniting
in my toes.
He looks over his shoulder, a hard look on his face.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I snarl.
He lifts his chin and smiles. Fucking smiles.
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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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