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 IS NOW LIVE!
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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.
☆☆☆☆☆☆
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.
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.
THANK YOU!
