Dawg Town: Mad Dawg
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by Tuesday Richards
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica
Description: Bryce's bad day in Barkus, Kansas, starts when he dodges a prairie dog and lays down his most prized possession: Midnight. Can his day get any worse? Mad Dawg's about to find out. Dolly Madison's car breaks down a mile outside of town. She walks into the closest building where opportunity knocks on the wooden bar. What secrets does Barkus, Kansas, hold when the cute and cuddly are among the residents?
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: September 2009
21 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [30 KB]
Reading time: 16-22 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
"Tuesday Richards contribution to Changeling Press's new DAWG TOWN series is absolutely delightful. There's no shortage of surprise twists to the storyline and plenty of memorable characters so I'm definitely anxious to read the rest of the stories in the DAWG TOWN line." 4.5 ribbons!--Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
The heart-wrenching crunch of metal hitting pavement was all that registered in his ears while he slid across the road beside his 1965 chopped-out, panhead Harley. Chips of her black metallic paint floated on the wind like pixie dust. The chrome exhaust flew over his head, landing somewhere in the distance.
Midnight and Bryce were in trouble.
They slid to a stop thirty feet from where they fell after dodging a prairie dog. Bryce heard the other bikes come to a stop a few feet away, one of his buddies instructing another to pick up the exhaust, grab the gas tank, and find the foot peg. He couldn't bring himself to look. A year of his life lay scattered across I-70, three miles from his house.
Finding the courage to pry an eye open, Bryce saw Bull Dawg, his right-hand man, standing above him. "Aw, man, Mad Dawg, she's thrashed, but I believe we got all of her ... except the paint."
He winced. Thrashed? "I don't want to know. Help me up."
Bull Dawg held out a thick hand and pulled Bryce to his feet. Knowing when the adrenaline wore off he'd be sore, Bryce assessed his personal damage. Nothing was broken, this helmet and leathers had done their job protecting his hide, and there was no need for a doctor.
Without turning to where Midnight lay, he unzipped his leather jacket, pulled his cell phone out of his inside pocket, and punched speed dial one. "BD, I need a stretcher. I laid Midnight down on 1-70 west, three miles shy of the homestead." BD was the bike doctor. If anybody could fix her, it would be him. * * * *
The black Titan rolled to a stop a few feet from where Bryce stood next to Midnight. A leather-clad man with long chestnut hair slid out of the pickup with a cool slowness that always drove Bryce crazy.
He let out a whistle, gazing briefly over the damage. "Aw, sexy, that sucks. Let's get her loaded up." His Marlboro smoldered red with a deep drag. A person needed an ocean of patience to hold a conversation with BD. "I'll drop you at the 'stead and take her in. Then I'll come by later for an on-the-knees payment."
The wiggle of his eyebrows had Bryce grinning. It didn't bother him that BD was gay; it didn't even bother him that BD hit on him constantly. What bothered Bryce was that he actually found him attractive, and Bryce was straight as they came.
"All kidding aside, bumpkin, it looks like you'll be stuck with four wheels for a little while."
Bryce dropped his chin to his chest. He hated being in a cage.