I am a fan of Forgy's DEVIL'S DUST series and REIGN is written in her signature style of smooth storytelling that engages right off the bat. Zeek is very upfront about who he is, what he stands for, and his disregard for the laws that most people have to abide by. Zeek is cocky and self assured while making absolutely no excuses for the way he lives his life. When we are first introduced to him, his is being asked to make a decision that will haunt him for the rest of his life no matter which way he goes. With his decision made, we get a glimpse of just how far Zeek will go to protect the club that he serves.
Jillian is a rookie cop full of self righteous determination to not let anyone, even the notorious Zeek get away with running roughshod over the law. Being full of piss and vinegar has to be tempered with some common sense and the knowledge that sometimes you have to turn a blind eye in order to preserve some of the order that she values. Once she gets on Zeek's radar, Jillian has new troubles that surprises both her and Zeek.
I will admit that both Zeek and Jillian are difficult characters. Zeek because of his attitudes and views. He is a law unto himself and he's not afraid to push that around. Zeek is also willing to break some rules of his own to be with Jillian. While Jillian surprised me at the lines that she was willing to cross-and that's all that I can say!
I enjoyed this well paced, sexy, and sometimes gritty biker story, BUT it ends in a doozie of a cliffhanger. I mean a BIG cliffhanger! It's a groan out loud, grab hard onto your eReader kind of cliffhanger. So, although worth the read, don't go into it expecting resolution, or a comfortable stopping place. GAH!
Happy Reading!
Monica
**I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.**
As the president of the Sin City Outlaw Motorcycle Club, l fuck as hard as I ride and rarely go to bed alone.
The women are fast and the violence is intense.
I excel in both.
People either respect me or fear me. I'm not arrogant. It’s just the truth.
I was a king, reigning over Vegas without complication, until one gorgeous sheriff made everything fall apart.
When I saw her, I became a Neanderthal, wanting nothing more than to be between those legs.
I guess that’s where I went wrong, because my reality was shot to hell real
fucking fast.
One kiss caused her to step over that blue line.
One night in her bed made me a traitor.
Excerpt
“Really? You got me donuts?” I arch a brow, dropping the lid.
He turns, a mischievous smile fitting his face.
“Don’t all cops like donuts?” he jeers. I roll my eyes, placing my hand on my hip.
“That’s so stereotypical,” I huff.
“Oh, really?” he replies, grabbing the box off the table, a smug smile still on his face.
“I’ll get rid of them then.”
“No, wait!” I nearly trip over my feet trying to grab the box of donuts. He holds them higher than me and smiles so big I think I see two dimples. Really, he’s pulling the notorious bully move holding them just above my reach? Why am I attracted to him again?
“I thought you didn’t like them,” he taunts.
“I do like them. A lot, actually.” I cross my arms, my cheeks flushing. My dad used to always take me to the local bakery to get donuts on the weekends. I would get whatever I wanted—usually anything with sprinkles—and we would drop the rest off at the department. What can I say, embrace your stereotypes.
“So, it’s true. Cops love donuts,” he states arrogantly, sitting the box back down.
About the Author
He turns, a mischievous smile fitting his face.
“Don’t all cops like donuts?” he jeers. I roll my eyes, placing my hand on my hip.
“That’s so stereotypical,” I huff.
“Oh, really?” he replies, grabbing the box off the table, a smug smile still on his face.
“I’ll get rid of them then.”
“No, wait!” I nearly trip over my feet trying to grab the box of donuts. He holds them higher than me and smiles so big I think I see two dimples. Really, he’s pulling the notorious bully move holding them just above my reach? Why am I attracted to him again?
“I thought you didn’t like them,” he taunts.
“I do like them. A lot, actually.” I cross my arms, my cheeks flushing. My dad used to always take me to the local bakery to get donuts on the weekends. I would get whatever I wanted—usually anything with sprinkles—and we would drop the rest off at the department. What can I say, embrace your stereotypes.
“So, it’s true. Cops love donuts,” he states arrogantly, sitting the box back down.
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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