Harley tries to make a name for herself in the club in ‘Free Ride’ by MN Forgy

M.N. Forgy brings us a unique romance featuring a Motorcycle Club princess with a Split Personality Disorder and

one man’s unconditional devotion to her..


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Hands down this is the best book that I have read from MN Forgy. The story is gritty, dark, romantic, funny, and suspenseful all at the same time. Benjamin and Harley have been best friends since she was 10 years old and she was saved from her mother. This is the romance part of the story. While he loves his biker gang, he loves Harley more and doesn’t care how long it takes for her to admit that she loves him.

Harley has got some bits and pieces going on. There is a big twist right at the beginning of the story that Forgy wants you to figure out because it shapes the whole story. There is a back and forth that shapes and forms the whole plot and keeps you enraptured from start to finish.

The end of the story is gripping and harrowing as Harley tries to find her place in the biker gang. Once I got to about 15% of the story I couldn’t put it down. I couldn’t wait to see how it ended and Forgy did not disappoint. Benjamin swoons you from the first page because he is that alpha male that we love from a biker but at the same time, he is a romantic at heart. What I like to call the perfect combo.

The story is like I said before the best one that I have read from Forgy. She takes all those elements that I love from her other stories and combining it all into one. I wish I could go into more detail about why I love this story but I can’t because it would give away the spoilers. So I’ll just leave you with this. You won’t regret reading this book.


More about FREE RIDE

I’m crazy, deranged, and psychotic. I’m out of my mind and my life isn’t even mine half the time. Having Dissociative Identity Disorder, it’s an accurate assumption.

Born an MC brat, my only dream is to wear the colors of my father’s club, The Shadow Keepers. To feel the weight of the warm leather press across my back, and to be a part of something with purpose.

It wasn’t until the last drop of blood dripped from my fingertips and the gun smoke faded into the night sky that I realized what was really important to me.


In a blink of an eye, I lost it all. I lost him.

There’s no such thing as a Free Ride in life, and our story is an example of that.


Excerpt from free ride by

M.n. forgy

A large callused hand grasps the nape of my neck, the familiar smell of leather, weed, and whiskey wafting around me. That smell should be put in a candle, it’d sell a shit load the way it eases the anxiety in one’s chest.

A hard, warm body presses up against my back, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.

“Benji.” The name falls from my tongue like a moan midst ecstasy. He feels so good against my body, my mind nearly loses its reality.

His lips brush against my ear. His hands slowly, lazily, slip down the back of my jeans, and his fingers brush against my sex. Tingles of pleasure surround my wetness, the notion to forget what is right and wrong nearly a breath in the wind with his hands on me.

“I want to bite this ass, trail my tongue down your supple cheeks until I dive my tongue deep inside this hot cunt of yours,” he mutters.

I grit my teeth with temptation. I want to wrap my legs around his neck while he licks every drop of my wetness. My body clenching around his tongue as I release what I’ve been denying myself into his mouth. I want to let him mouth fuck me into another world where it’s just him and I… but that would be selfish of me. A fucking mess.

I could lose him.

I grab him by the wrist and pull his hand out from my bottoms, his finger leaving a trail of wetness behind it.

“You can’t say my name like that, and deny me that tight ass, Harley.” He growls into the back of my ear.

“We can’t do this, you know that.” I clear my throat and shake my head.

There’s no denying that Benji is a catch. Tall, dangerous, and smoldering eyes that make you want to throw the idea of wearing panties into a fire.

But, I’m not capable of having a traditional relationship. I’m not saying that to be that teasing bitch everyone knows. I’m just the kind of girl that doesn’t get to experience the glamorous kind of love. No, my heart comes with a little bloodshed and a shot of insanity on the side. That’s the biker’s way of life, after all, and that alone makes me bad at this thing called love. I can’t promise I won’t break his heart. If I did lose him as my best friend, it’d be the first thing I’d never forgive myself for. Even if I did tease him, you couldn’t blame me. Benjamin Daxton is the sexiest man in this club.

Author Information

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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