The Blood That Drives Us by M.N. Forgy

“Lust like a saint, trust like a sinner”

-- Waltzing with the Devil --

I met Bull, the president of the Devils Dust MC, a few years ago and he was easy to fall in love with. When I saw that his grandson, Zane, was getting his own book, I knew I had to read it. How could I really pass up this chance? And I loved everything I learned about Bull's legacy.

Zane knew, from when he was very young, that he wasn't like other boys his age. He had a darkness that lived inside of him, which thrived on violence. Luckily for him, his father had his own beast and helped him find an outlet. Nothing silenced his demons quite like killing did... except Addie. She was his sunshine. The blinding light that brightened all of his dark spots. But a relationship with her was forbidden. It was all well and good that when they were growing up, they were thick as thieves. However, their parents felt that when hormones were at their highest, they needed to make new rules. Therefore, they weren't allowed to be with each other. And yet, both Zane and Addie wanted no one else but each other.

“I need you. You pushed the voices in my head to the side. It was just you and me tonight.” Our eyes lock, our souls and bodies bare of any secrets. “I think maybe, I just needed you this whole time.” - Zane

There was tons of drama, a bit of angst, a series of violent events, and finally we were given hints of Zane and Addie getting their chance to be together. While this couple is at the start of something that could be beautiful, I'm left wondering what will happen to the character that started this journey for me in the first place. What will be Bull's fate?

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So here's why I couldn't rate this book any higher...
★ too much unnecessary information. I don't need to know every little thing that characters are wearing or thinking or doing.
★ the heroine, Addie, had the same problem way too many heroines have - she can take care of herself in scary situations. Really? Can you stop a bullet with your bare hands? Can you defeat an opponent in arm-to-arm combat when you were barely able to defend yourself from your man's ex girl?
★ the editing was horrible. Spelling mistakes, erroneous punctuation, the formatting was all over the place... And it was supposedly edited already.
★ the storyline was a bit all over the place and I had to work too hard to grab what I needed to enjoy the story. I don't remember needing to do this with any of the other books I've read from the author. Again, I think this was all down to how this story was edited.

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-- About the Book --

Zane has learned everything he knows from his father, the most dangerous biker of The Devil’s Dust MC. He devours the darkness with a cocky grin and no f**** to give. His immoral obsessions barely keep him content in a life of chaos and havoc until he finds himself craving more.

Addie doesn’t need the risk that comes with Zane... that is until her perfectly orchestrated life takes a sudden turn and she’s left with nowhere else to go.

She's sunshine and charities, he’s bullets and ecstasy.

Will he step out of his hell and into her bed knowing it’ll mean that he’s dragging her into the depths of his criminal world?

-- Excerpt --

Hands on the dresser I lean onto it as I glare at my reflection in the cracked mirror sitting on the back of the dresser. Shamrock green eyes haunt me, morning stubble lining my jaw, and messy dark hair in my face. I could use a f---- haircut for sure. Running my hand over my smooth chest, I yawn. F--- it’s too early for this shit. Does the club wake up this early every day?
Doesn’t matter, today is the day. The F----- day I’ve trained my whole life for. I’m getting my shot at being in The Devil’s Dust. This town thought my father was the antichrist, they ain’t seen anything yet. This is the day I’ve been waiting for since I was a kid.

-- 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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