It's another #writerwednesday and I couldn't think of a better way to share this day with you than by celebrating my author friend, Chicki Brown's new release, Born To Be Wild.
First let me say that I love this cover! It's gorgeous, sexy, classy, and chic! I had difficulty choosing an excerpt from the ones that she provided. They were all so good, but one thing whittled it down for me...I love a man who knows how to use his hands. You'll have to read it to see what I mean.
Don't forget to leave Chicki a comment, just to say "hello," or tell her your thoughts on this new release.
About Born To Be Wild...
A quiet bookworm, Tangela Holloway has always been content working at her an independent bookstore in the sleepy little town of Eufaula, Alabama. But lately, Tangie discovers that she’s bored and frustrated, especially since the man she’s been dating for two years seems to care more about his business than he does her. When Reese Turner rides into town on his Harley, Tangie’s heart feels like it’s beating for the first time. She not only sees the most exciting man she’s ever met, but also a chance to experience something other than backyard BBQs and fishing at the lake.
After ending a drama-filled relationship with a high-maintenance fashion model, Reese wants nothing more than to make a road trip to Florida with his motorcycle club. Never did he expect a quick stop at a small town bookstore would introduce him to a shy bookworm who makes him re-think his vow to remain single and unattached.
I looked up and Karly, her husband, Sal and Breelyn, their day waitress and my best friend, were staring as if I’d grown a third eye. They had also never seen me out with a man other than Johnnie. They were the perfect café owners. Sal had the culinary expertise, and Karly had the personality. Several years ago they passed through our little town on their way to Florida and fell in love with it. Six months later, they left New York City and bought a house here. Immediately, they started looking for a spot to open their restaurant.
“Hey, Tangela, how’s life treating you?” Karly asked from across the room in her loud New York accented voice.
In the five years I’d known her, she’d never asked me that question. It was obvious she was fishing for details about the man sitting next to me. “I’m just fine, Karly. How’re you doin’?”
“Bree will be over with menus in a minute.” She and Bree put their heads together and whispered before Bree sauntered over wearing a surreptitious smile.
“Welcome to Karly’s Kafe’. My name is Breelyn, and I’ll be serving you today.” I laughed at her formal welcome, obviously given for Mr. Turner’s benefit. “Can I get drinks for you and your…friend?”
I sent her the side-eye. “Bree, this is Mr. Turner. He’s passing through town on his way to Florida. Bree is my best friend.”
He smiled. “Pleased to meet you, Bree. My name is Reese, and I’d like the biggest sweet tea you have with lots of lemon.”
The way she grinned back at him made me want to slap her upside her silly head. “Here’s today’s menu. I’ll be right back.”
His gaze followed her across the dining room. As soon as she moved out of hearing distance, he said, “You’re not drinking anything?”
“She knows what I always get.”
“Oh, okay. I thought she was dissing you.” He glanced at her again. “She has an interesting look.”
“Like she doesn’t belong here, right?”
“Well, yeah. It’s not often you see a black woman with purple hair in a country town.”
“Eufaula isn’t country. It’s the largest town in Barbour County.”
He snickered and checked out the short menu. “I’m from Atlanta. Believe me, this is country.”
Bree brought our drinks and blatantly studied him while he concentrated on the menu. Her gaze did a slow scan from his boots all the way up to the turquoise and silver necklace beneath the red bandana at his throat, and then she raised an eyebrow.
I nixed her reaction and asked if he was ready to order.
“Think I’ll try the meatball parm sandwich and a side salad with Italian dressing.”
“Good choice,” Bree said. “Sal’s meatballs are amazing, but I suggest you get that on the toasted garlic bread.”
“Okay. Recommendation taken.”
“And what are you having today, girl?”
“I’ll make it easy for you. Give me the same, but with the balsamic vinaigrette on the salad.”
She scratched the order on her pad and sent me another questioning look. “This shouldn’t take long.”
“Are you vacationing in Panama City?” I asked once she left the table.
“Not really. I belong to a motorcycle club. It’s Black Bike Week, and the annual rally is being held there.”
Now his outfit made more sense. I’d never known anyone who belonged to a motorcycle club, and I wanted to know more. “What happens during Black Bike Week?”
His wicked laugh tickled my senses. “What doesn’t happen. The rally used to be held in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina at the same time as the Harley Davidson rally, but this year the organizers decided to change it. The last couple of years the local newspapers and TV stations painted the black bikers as underclass criminals who come to the rally to steal and murder. They called the white bikers examples of American Individualism whose behavior was celebrated as defiant acts against authority."
I loved the way he spoke. Not at all what I expected from a biker. “Typical.” I shook my head at the trite judgment. “So where do you go after you leave the rally?”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t you live on the road and travel from place to place?” My stomach did a little somersault again when he grinned.
“Somebody’s been watching too much television.”
“That’s not true?”
“No. Most motorcycle clubs are basically social groups. Riders get together mostly on weekends to share their love for bikes. There are even a few RUBs in my club, the Ebony Knights, but we all have jobs, businesses and families to take care of the rest of the time.”
The heat of embarrassment crept up the back of my neck into my cheeks. “It’s just that I--
“That’s a common misperception. I’m not offended.”
“What’s a rub?”
“It stands for Rich Urban Biker.”
The way he spoke intrigued me. “What kind of work do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Do you ever watch HGTV?”
I knew he wasn’t going to tell me he was a television star. “Yes, all the time. Why?”
“Have you seen any of the house flipping shows?”
“Uh huh. Flip or Flop used to be one of my favorites, until Tarek and Christina split up. Now it’s hard for me to watch them.”
“That’s what I do-buy houses, restore them and flip them for a profit. I own the business, but I do a lot of the actual work myself.”
Well, that explained his incredible shoulders and arms. Reese Turner became more interesting by the minute.
Buy The Book...
Kindle - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B072R147RV
Nook - http://bit.ly/2twWU9M
Paperback - https://www.createspace.com/7262080
UK Amazon - https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B072R147RV
Contemporary women’s fiction/romance author Chicki Brown has been featured twice in USAToday. She was the 2014 B.R.A.B. (Building Relationships Around Books) Inspirational Fiction Author and also the 2011 SORMAG (Shades of Romance Magazine) Author of the Year. Chicki was also a contributing author to the Gumbo for the Soul: Men of Honor (Special Cancer Awareness Edition).
A transplanted New Jersey native who lives in Atlanta, Georgia, Brown still misses the Jersey shore, the pizza and the hot dogs.
Nia Forrester, Beverly Jenkins, Iris Bolling, Lisa Kleypas, and J.R. Ward are among her favorite authors.
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