M.N.
Forgy brings us a unique romance featuring a
Motorcycle Club princess with a
Split Personality Disorder
and one man's unconditional devotion to her..
FREE RIDE
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about FREE RIDE
I’m crazy, deranged, and psychotic. I’m out of my mind and my
life isn’t even mine half the time. Having Dissociative Identity Disorder, it’s
an accurate assumption.
Born an MC brat, my only dream is to wear the colors of my
father’s club, The Shadow Keepers. To feel the weight of the warm leather press
across my back, and to be a part of something with purpose.
It wasn’t until the last drop of blood dripped from my
fingertips and the gun smoke faded into the night sky that I realized what was
really important to me.
Him.
In a blink of an eye, I lost it all. I lost him.
There’s no such thing as a Free Ride in life, and our story is
an example of that.
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REVIEW
Review by: Melanie
(5 stars)
While there are still a couple of her books I haven’t read, I
have yet to read an M.N. Forgy book that I didn’t like. While Free Ride is a
book still set in an MC world, it is a whole new take on a character and
centres around Harley; the club Princess being the daughter of the president,
who struggles with a mental disease: Dissociative Identity Disorder, and Benji;
a fellow club brat turned Enforcer in the Shadow Keepers MC, who has loved
Harley since she was six. Her and all her other personalities too.
This was such a good read, it kept me gripped and turning page
after page until I’d finished the book. Quite a few surprises thrown in,
especially at the end. Don’t worry though, this is not a cliff hanger if you
think that’s what I’m implying. I give Free Ride 5 stars.
Excerpt
from free ride by
M.N.
Forgy
A large callused hand grasps the nape of my neck, the familiar
smell of leather, weed, and whiskey wafting around me. That smell should be put
in a candle, it’d sell a shit load the way it eases the anxiety in one’s chest.
A hard, warm body presses up against my back, and my eyes
nearly roll into the back of my head.
“Benji.” The name falls from my tongue like a moan midst
ecstasy. He feels so good against my body, my mind nearly loses its reality.
His lips brush against my ear. His hands slowly, lazily, slip
down the back of my jeans, and his fingers brush against my sex. Tingles of
pleasure surround my wetness, the notion to forget what is right and wrong
nearly a breath in the wind with his hands on me.
“I want to bite this ass, trail my tongue down your supple
cheeks until I dive my tongue deep inside this hot cunt of yours,” he mutters.
I grit my teeth with temptation. I want to wrap my legs around
his neck while he licks every drop of my wetness. My body clenching around his
tongue as I release what I’ve been denying myself into his mouth. I want to let
him mouth fuck me into another world where it’s just him and I… but that would
be selfish of me. A fucking mess.
I could lose him.
I grab him by the wrist and pull his hand out from my bottoms,
his finger leaving a trail of wetness behind it.
“You can’t say my name like that, and deny me that tight ass,
Harley.” He growls into the back of my ear.
“We can’t do this, you know that.” I clear my throat and shake
my head.
There’s no denying that Benji is a catch. Tall, dangerous, and
smoldering eyes that make you want to throw the idea of wearing panties into a
fire.
But, I’m not capable of having a traditional relationship. I’m
not saying that to be that teasing bitch everyone knows. I’m just the kind of
girl that doesn’t get to experience the glamorous kind of love. No, my heart
comes with a little bloodshed and a shot of insanity on the side. That’s the
biker’s way of life, after all, and that alone makes me bad at this thing
called love. I can’t promise I won’t break his heart. If I did lose him as my
best friend, it’d be the first thing I’d never forgive myself for. Even if I
did tease him, you couldn’t blame me. Benjamin Daxton is the sexiest man in
this club.
Author
Information
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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