Today we have new author, Ryder Dane. Her first book, Big Dog in her new MC Series released on July 22. The book is hot, hot, hot and everyone is loving it. I’m sure by the time you’re done reading today’s post you’ll be a new fan of Ryder’s!
Lynne: Can you tell us a little about your background and how you started writing?
Ryder: I have been writing shot stories since I was a teenager. I wasn’t interested in writing a journal, my imaginary lives were much more interesting.
Lynne: Your latest book, Big Dog, Book one Burning Bastards. Can you tell us about your main characters and how you got the idea for this book/series?
Ryder: Oh boy this is a good question. I met an Author while we were waiting for tests, She told me to write what I know about, So, since I know about Bikers & MCs…
Lynne: How did you get the idea for this series? How many books do you think will be part of the series?
Ryder: I slept ! After my talk with the author, I went home and took a nap. When I got up, I sat at the computer, and started to write, many starts and stops, but the story just was there, hopefully that makes sense. As to how many books in the Burning Bastard’s series? I am not sure, as long as one or two of the characters have a story to tell me, I will continue to write them. Right now I think maybe five, but I have no true idea.
Lynne: If you could meet any author, who would it be and why?
Ryder: Too many to choose from, maybe Mark Twain?
Lynne: Do you have plot your books and write in story order, or do you hop around and sort of wing it?
Ryder: I can laugh at this, because no one believes it, I write the story as it comes to me. When the story stops , I will wake up in the middle of the night with new scenes that must be put onto the computer before I can think of sleeping again.
Lynne: What do you find hardest about writing? Easiest? What surprised you most about writing your first book?
Ryder: Hardest? Nerves after sending the story to the editor. Easiest? That one is easy, the fantastic support I have gotten from the JK family and authors. They have all been more than kind and generous.
Lynne: Do you have a specific writing “ritual?” A quiet room, music, a specific food or drink? Is there a certain time of day you are more prolific?
Ryder: Ritual? Not yet.
Lynne: What one word would you use to describe yourself to a complete stranger? Why?
Ryder: Loyal. No specific reason, but my friends know.
Lynne: Do you have any pet peeves? What is your biggest one?
Ryder: I absolutely detest snobbery. I have no respect for liars. (Not authors when writing, we are all liars then) People who only investigate one side of an issue, and believe they are experts.
Lynne: If you were going to be left on a deserted island for an indefinite period of time and could only bring one suitcase, what would you pack?
Ryder: A gun, a knife, reams of paper and pens/pencils & an iron skillet.
Lynne: What is your favorite curse word?
Ryder: Toss up here, Shit, Dammit
Lynne: What is your least favorite curse word?
Lynne: What is your guilty pleasure?
Ryder: Adam Levine & Toby Keith
Lynne: What is your favorite season? Why?
Ryder: Fall, Love the colors! The children’s laughter as they play in the leaves and Halloween!
Lynne: Is there anything else you’d like to share with us today?
Ryder: Yes actually. I am amazed and so very grateful for the readers that have been so forthcoming in saying good things about my 1st book Big Dog. And I cannot say thank you enough to the support I have gotten from the Fans & JK Family! Thank you all!
Excerpt of Big Dog:
Warning for mature audiences (over 18) only. May contain words or actions not appropriate to younger readers.
“Are you fuckin’ kidding me? Find her, and don’t give me any shit about it either. Of all the bent dick bastards we have around here, you had to let her leave.” The Prospect who had been at the gate last night was currently held a foot off the floor and being shaken like a rag in a high wind. He’d been the unfortunate one to let the bitch on that pussy pink and black hog leave the compound, and he was about to piss his pants. It was a relief when the ham sized fist connected with his jaw and he no longer felt fear. He was knocked out on the floor.
Big Dog pointed his finger at the men in the room. “You find her, and you bring her to me. You let me deal with her when she gets here, do you overmedicated fucks understand simple instructions? We need her, she was at the meet that night, and she saw everything that happened. Each one of us lost someone or something that night, and if you bastards have fucked up two hard damn years of searching for her, someone’s gonna be tagged John Doe, along with those two motherfuckers on ice.”
Ten men left the room, the last one grabbed the limp arm of the Prospect and dragged him out the door with the rest. Five of them were ten year Bastards and five were patch overs from the Chiefs. Charlie remained with Big Dog. “Not tryin’ to piss you off, big man, but what did you expect her to do? Did you tell her that you needed to keep those Breed alive until the meeting? You told me that she went apeshit when she seen them, and one was hated more than the other one. Would it have been so bad to let her have at him? Taking away her dagger first, I mean. She could’ve relieved some of that hate and might’ve calmed her down for a few days until you decided to tell her why you wanted her here.”
His morning had already deteriorated way beyond shit. Merlin dragged his fried ass to the club and brought his goofy old lady, Muffy, with him. They wanted to see Oracle, and when they couldn’t find her, they sent for him. After two hours of searching and questioning people, his temper got the better of him and he finally got some answers when he started busting heads.
If they didn’t find her before the meeting on Tuesday, several people were going to die. He wanted to let Future, Oracle, or whatever the fuck her name was, to fuck up that big son-of-a-bitch, but revenge would have to wait. He’d been waiting almost three years for his portion, she could damn well wait her turn.
Crazy Charlie had a point, it wouldn’t have hurt to let her break her knuckles on their worthless hides until she got tired. The only reason he hadn’t allowed it was that he hadn’t thought of it. That pissed him off a bit, but not enough to worry about it. When she was brought back, he would make the offer to her. If she behaved herself, he might even tell the reason for her presence. One thing was sure, he’d heard enough about that pussy pink bike. The feel of her body against his when he’d held her back from gutting Jarl, had been a surprise. He liked the way she fit, tucked in his embrace. Her little ass snuggled against the zipper of his jeans felt good. The feeling of her tits lying over his arm felt good too. The sight of her face when he’d finally let her loose made him want to pull her back into his arms and comfort her, let her know she might have a chance to gain the revenge she wanted. But he couldn’t tell her that, he couldn’t be soft on her, at least not until after the meeting. Once that was out of the way, he was going to have her in his bed, and find out if she smelled like mint and honey all over her body, or just where his nose had inhaled the scent at her neck while he’d had her in his arms. His face was close enough to see the pointed nipples under her cut. He’d looked down, intending to tell her to be calm, and got a look at those tips under that tight red shirt. Oh yeah, once the business was taken care of, he planned to find out what color her nipples were.
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Thank you for joining us for this week’s Wednesday Words, Ryder. It was great to learn more about you and I know your book is hot. I know many of us are anxiously awaiting the second book.