Meet Tatum and Camden in this
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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.
Review
Excerpt
"You want to know why you couldn't move on and be with anyone else? Because nobody can fill your dark desires like I can."
Tate has been going through life like a robot. Doing things that are expected of her. She was forced to give up her passion for fighting when she lost her mother to a silent killer as a teenager. She moved to collage because it's what her father wanted her to do. She gave up the only man that she ever loved so that he could have the career that he always dreamed of.
Make me feel something, make me feel good, make me feel pain, just something besides this numbness that has taken root in my chest."
How long can you live a life that others want for you before you snap?
Tate and Camden have a history that time can't erase. They feel in love at the age of seven and planned on spending there whole lives together. When Tate left Camden with out even telling him goodbye his live began to spin out of control. Alcohol, women and tragedy embeds themselves into his life like a plague. When he walks into his gym only to find the only women that he has ever loved in the ring his first reaction is to cause her as much pain as she caused him.
"It pisses me off how he blames me for everything.It pisses me off that I am to blame for everything.It pisses me off that I still want him.It pisses me off that he doesn't want me."
Tate is strong, fierce and different
"Hate and sexual tension race through my veins, as my heart longs for her. I both hate and love her."
As always M.G. Forgy created a story filled with depth and emotion. Tate and Camden have chemistry that explodes off the pages. Both the story and characters were unique and complex. Tate and Camden's story is brilliant and gritty. If you haven't read any of M.G. Forgy's work then you're missing out.
*4 Fighting Stars*
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.
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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