This was such a great MC series! I was so happy to see they were packaged in a set because they really should be read back to back. It is hard to even describe which story is my favorite because each one has its own unique twist and amazing characters. They are packed full of suspense, the hottest sex (plus makeup sex) and some incredibly emotional moments. M.N. Forgy always gives us more than we deserve and this set left no stone unturned.
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I look deeply into his beautiful, stormy eyes as he pushes the tip of himself into my wet opening. I wince, and dig my nails into the sheets as he slides in deeper; his eyes never leaving mine. It’s the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed.
“I love you the same way you love me. No matter what we do to break each other, we are irreparable without each other,” I whisper.
I gently grab her by the throat and pull her upward, her back against my chest. “You see that beautiful woman?” I ask, my voice husky from chasing that fucking feeling of ecstasy.
“Yeah,” she breathes.
“She is mine, and fucking gorgeous, and I love her,” I pant, leaning in and biting the back of her earlobe.
All five of the Best selling Devil’s Dust Novels.
“The author easily manipulated my emotions and I enjoyed every minute.” – Amazon Reviewer
What Doesn’t Destroy Us
Shadow has grown up among drug addicts, whores and murderers. The only family he's ever trusted has been the Devil's Dust motorcycle club. He will do anything for a brother; even kill. In fact, killing is so easy, he's made a career of it. His one regret is not being able to kill his own worthless mother. When Dani shows up with her provocative temper and innocent charm, Shadow begins to question his violent lifestyle. But can he trust her with his demons?
The Scars That Define Us
After a breathtaking turn of events, Shadow is looking at life in a different perspective. Not knowing who he can trust or who he can forgive has left him feeling desolate and alone. As Shadow is laying behind his rifle, he wonders if he can pull the trigger to eliminate the threat. He takes a deep breath and squeezes the trigger, the rifles recoil ignites the fuel that drives him.
The Fear That Divides Us
Road Captain of the Devil’s Dust Motorcycle Club, Bobby has the scars to prove just how dangerous his life is. He gives the world he knows hell and loves every moment of it. Wearing a panty-dropping grin along the way, his fierce life has never been a problem for him, until her. Jessica is the only female who has him distracted in his game. After taking him to bed, she’s the only woman to tell him to take a hike. Waking with her gone, he can’t resist her pull. He’s seen the marks on her body, ones which tell the horrors she’s lived through. He’s also seen the fear in her eyes when she lets herself become weak to his advances. Bobby has a decision to make. Can he help Jessica, or will it mean giving up his carefree life?
The Lies Between Us
Lip is no stranger to the criminal life. Growing up among convicts, he wanted nothing more than to show his worth. He’ll do anything for the club without question, including serving six years in prison. But nobody could have predicted life’s plan. Rugged, tattooed, and wanting nothing more than to have Cherry, Lip is no longer the man whom Cherry remembers. After his release, he came out a beast with more secrets and lies than his cage could hold.
What Might Kill Us
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.