The Prospect Who Saved Us, the next installment
in M.N. Forgy's emotional Devil's Dust MC Legacy is releasing March 12th
and we have a sneak peek!
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Saint and Piper made one of the worst mistakes you could make in their world and now Saint has to pray that mistake won’t be deadly.
The two of them got so lost in the idea of moving through their past together that they missed the worst betrayal in the depths of their clubhouse. The one place that is sacred, because at the club they are not just friends they are family. This loss of focus now puts Piper in the hands of a twisted nemesis, and The Devil’s Dust Motorcycle Club is not just falling apart because of it, it’s losing members faster than they can patch them in.
This leaves the Devil’s Dust with so many unanswered questions and making everyone wonder...will Piper return home safely? Who will save the club? And, most importantly, who will die and who will live to ride another day?
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Sneak Peek
The light flickers on,
stirring me awake. Sitting up, I glance at the door, finding Candy humming, a
tight-lipped smile on her face. She has that look again, the crazy one. I can’t
help but notice she’s only in a bra and thong. She continues to hum,
moving about the room as if she’s floating.
“What time is it?” I
groan.
Ignoring me, she walks
to me and takes me by the hand.
“Stand,” she instructs
with a motherly tone. Her eyes dilated. Did she go smoke some crack or is she
just naturally this hot and cold?
“Why?” Butterflies
fill my stomach, I’m afraid of her when she’s like this. She’s unpredictable.
Why is she in here?
Her Loony Tune face
falls, her bottom lip waggling as if I just insulted her.
“Stacks!” she screams
at the top of her lungs, making my ears ring. I cover my ears.
Within seconds, Stacks
is in the doorway with only a pair of briefs on.
Sleep heavy in his
eyes, he rubs them.
“What?” he grunts,
squinting at Candy.
“Make her sit over
there.” She points to the wall away from the bed. There’s nothing there, just a
wall and floor. Stacks marches into the room and snatches me by the hand.
“Get off me!” I
scream, I slap his hand away, and he groans with anger. He tugs me hard, and I
throw my fist in his chest. My hostile blow doing nothing as I’m dragged off
the bed and sat on the floor like a disobedient child.
Tears fill my eyes, my
hands on the floor, I dig my nails into the wood.
“What are you doing?”
I can’t help but cry.
Candy continues to
hum, sitting on the floor next to me like we’re best friends. I push my back up
against the wall to get as far away as I can. She’s insane. Everyone in this
house is fucking nuts.
She jerks up my shirt
and starts rubbing her palms around my little bump as if it’s a crystal ball. I
feel violated, as if she’s taking something that’s mine. What if my baby begins
hearing at this very second, it will hear her first? Will the baby think she’s
the mom?
“Please don’t,” I sob,
shoving her away. She pushes both of my hands down by my side and lays her head
on my belly, humming a lullaby I can’t place.
“Stop it!” I scream,
trying to wiggle out from under her.
“Stay!” Stacks points
at me, his booming voice scaring me still.
“This is my baby!” I
cry, tears falling down my face.
Candy turns her head
on my belly, smiling at Stacks.
“You’re going to be
such a good daddy,” she purrs.
He chuckles, rubbing
his chin. “I can’t wait, baby.”
About M.N. Forgy
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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