Excerpt Reveal: What Might Kill Us by M.N. Forgy
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.
What Might Kill Us by M.N. Forgy
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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.
She’s angry, determined, and looking
for a way out.
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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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