Happy Friday Romance Junkies, as summer fades and children prepare to return to school I know I start thinking about hots read to keep me warm on a cold night.
Joining us today is author Angie Fox, she’ll be discusing Harley Riders and Romance. Men on powerful machines wearing leather are certainly enough to heat up my nights, so without further ado please help me give Angie a warm junkies welcome!
It’s never a good day when an ancient demon shows up on your toilet bowl. For Lizzie Brown, that’s just the beginning. Soon her hyperactive terrier starts talking, and her long-lost biker witch Grandma is hurling Smuckers jars filled with magic. Just when she thinks she’s seen it all, Lizzie learns she’s a demon slayer – and all hell is after her.
Of course, that’s not the only thing after her. Dimitri Kallinikos, a devastatingly handsome shape-shifting griffin needs Lizzie to slay a demon of his own. But how do you talk a girl you’ve never met into going straight to the underworld? Lie. And if that doesn’t work, how dangerous could a little seduction be…?
When Harley riders read romance…
They say all kinds of people read romance. Most of the ones I know are women, well, until recently. You see, I think I may have introduced a whole new group of people to the books we love.
While researching The Accidental Demon Slayer, I met several Harley bikers. And many of them, (tattoos, beards and all) went to the romance section a few days ago to get the book when it first went on sale. One of the guys, Stryker, even brought his construction buddies. I’d pay to see that.
It was touching, really. When I asked the guys how it went, they admitted they liked some of the covers. One of them even told me that he bought a few more books “for his wife.” I had to smile, because last I heard, Reebo lived alone with his dog.
Of course these guys have also had a few chuckles at my expense. When I decided to write a book about a preschool teacher forced to hit the road with a gang of geriatric biker witches, research took on a whole new meaning. At one point, I found myself on the back of a coal black Harley, behind a guy named Stone, with my helmet on backwards and an Irish Setter in tow. The dog’s name was Frankie and I can tell you right now, Frankie knew a lot more about motorcycles than I did.
But I survived the bikes, even if they made me walk like John Wayne. I learned a ton at biker rallies (note to self: don’t wear pink) and I risked life and limb (at least in my mind) to get my facts right. Plus, since I have a Harley riding dog in my book, I met some of the cutest biker dogs you’ve ever seen.
The book was a kick to research, and to write. And to continue the fun, I’ve developed a highly un-scientific What’s Your Biker Witch Name? quiz. Post your biker witch name below and enter to win a copy of The Accidental Demon Slayer.