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Blurb
All I ever wanted was to be a female
fighter.
It was in my blood to smack people
around.
Some girls wore pink dresses and makeup,
I wore sneakers and bruises.
I was a loner, stuck to myself because I
was different, until Camden Steel moved next door.
I punched him in the mouth, and he saw me
through rose colored glasses from that day on.
I had everything I ever wanted.
The boy next door, inspiring career…
until I didn’t.
He hates me. I deserve that.
They say you have to fight for what you
want… What they don’t tell you… is it’ll cost you more than you're willing to
give to reach the top.
Excerpt
Climbing off the bed I grab her by the
ankle, jerking her to the edge of the bed roughly.
She jumps awake panicked. Her wild,
frantic eyes finding mine.
“Camden, what the fuck?”
“I thought I made it clear I didn’t want
you to move, I wanted you to sleep on me.” My voice hard and accusing, all the
feelings I felt that morning after she left when I was eighteen surfacing. She
jerks her foot, but I tighten my hold. “I wasn’t joking.”
Bending down I grab her by the hips and
throw her naked body over my shoulder.
“What are you doing? Have you lost your
mind?”
“I have, and it’s because I fell for the
little girl next door when I was a fucking kid,” I bark.
Yanking the curtains to the floor to
ceiling window open I set her down, her back facing me.
“Put your hands on the window,” I
instruct harshly.
She obeys surprisingly, and looks over
her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Fucking you.”
Spreading her ass cheeks I push the head
of my dick into her quickly, needing to feel her now. She takes in a sharp
breath, her fingers tensing against the glass as I shove into her with so much
force her head bangs against the window.
My chest rising and falling rapidly, I
caress the shell of her ear with my lips.
“I know what you’re thinking.”
Her forehead pressed against the window
she turns it, looking me in the eye.
“What?”
“That I’m possessive, controlling,
crazy.” I thrust into her hard and her mouth parts with pleasure. “You made me
this way, you made me the crazy man that wants to love you.”
Pressing my back onto hers, I interlock
our fingers on the window, my face in the crook of her neck.
“Let me love you, let me be the crazy
motherfucker that loves you.”
She nods, her breath fogging the glass as
I continue to thrust into her.
MY REVIEW;
4 STARS
I love reading about female fighters! It is just something that you just do no get to read about all the time. The book is pretty emotional, and was not at all what I was expecting.
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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