Posted: December 18, 2011 in Uncategorized

What people don’t know about me is that I adore animals. I love dogs more than most humans and am proud to say that! I wasn’t lucky enough to grow up with creatures but I have two right now who are the apple of my eye. In penning the Pinked Series I knew I wanted to include a pup for comedic reasons and because one should be a star. I admit I used my real life Golden Retriever as a model. MacGyver is very special to my heart and I thought I’d take the opportunity to introduce you to him both in the story and in real life. He has a page too and you might want to see what he’s up to.


BTW – I am also proud to be a part of Paw Prints – this is a story created by 25 Rebel Ink Press authors who donated their time and talent to producing a heartwarming story about Buster and Kylie – I was honored when my publisher selected a Golden Retriever for the cover and the story. I’ll post the link at the bottom. This was a round table story written over a couple of months and just released. Donations are being made to the SPCA and for those of you in other countries this is our main nationwide adoption facility. Please consider purchasing a copy – think of the babies who need love and attention.

Now please meet MacGyver who will be a mainstay in the book. The Flamingo Wrangler is coming out from Rebel Ink Press on January 3rd. Oh and Mick is the sexy Aussie bartender who happens to be in love with our heroine Nicky and you’ll see him throughout the book too – and he crosses over into my wicked girl’s worlds – Cassandre Dayne – just a secret for you!

THE FLAMINGO WRANGLER (Five o’ Clock Nowhere)

Mick turned to glare at his second in charge bartender. Roger Martin, who would never answer to his given name, was no slacker himself. His hulking muscles, long dark hair and handle bar mustache screamed bad-ass. In truth, he was a pussy cat in disguise. But the evil, crazed and ferocious look he wore today even sizzled Mick’s last nerve. God, he sensed a massive fight in the middle of his freaking bar. “Wildman, you know these gentlemen?”

Wildman held his hand out to stop all movement in the bar and the entire place shut down. Except for the sing-songy sounds of some blond surfer dude crooning now what appeared to be a bad rendition of a rumba song, you could hear a pin drop. He slid around the bar keeping his demeanor cool but staring into Big T’s eyes.

The five other bikers moved back, crossed their arms and the stance stated clearly hip and dangerous. No one was going to leave the bar alive.

Wildman passed by Mick without so much as a look and stood in front of Big T. Circling him first, they eyed each other like predators of the night.

“This doesn’t look good,” Froggy whispered.

The older patrons stared and swooned and for some reason, Mick could tell several of them were taking bets. Nothing seemed to change. “Nah, mate. Take it easy and let’s see what plays out here.” Mick knew Wildman enough to know something was going on and it didn’t have anything to do with a throw down.

“What you doing here?” Wildman growled. “Thought I told you not to come around in my parts. You ready to get your ass kicked?”

“Yeah well, I don’t follow orders too well brother. You dig?” Big T circled Wildman. Matching in height, they sure as shit looked ready for a throw down. “And you kick my ass? That will be the day!”

“No, you never did take orders well. Maybe I‘ll have to remind you who’s boss.” As Wildman took a step forward, the entire room gasped.

Except for the strawberry pink haired woman who cooed behind the group. “My, my, aren’t you guys real men.” She sidled up to one of the bikers and slid her hands around his waist.

Mick couldn’t help but think Penelope had her hands full. As she brushed them down the sulking man’s crotch Mick couldn’t watch. He simply hated some of the community wackos who frequented his bar.

“Real men?” Froggy watched a ferocious glimmer cascade across Wildman’s face.

Growl. Grunt. Belch.

“So sue me, Wildman.” Big T grinned and moved forward with flair. As they slammed chests the crowd in the bar roared.

“Now that’s something you don’t see every day.” Froggy laughed moving back behind the bar. “Bar’s open!”

Everyone cheered as the talking and partying resumed.

“Thank God for small favors.” Mick raised his eyebrow and scrutinized the two friends.

“James, Horhei, Shark, Riley and Hogman. You brought the crew, Big T. What the hell are you guys doing here?” Wildman moved to clasp their hands.

Penelope refused to let her hands go from around Shark’s waist.

Somehow he was in hog heaven, a shit-eating grin spread from ear to ear.

Mick sighed and pushed the brown box back onto the bar. Even his morbid curiosity of what Nicky had sent him couldn’t overtake the fact he had several bikers hooping it up in his bar. He could just imagine what the bikes looked like outside taking up real estate.

“Got a little bored with being at the beach. We decided to take a trip to see if Richmond could be some new digs for us. Seems like a nice kinda place to be so far.” Big T slapped Wildman on the back.

“As in the six of you? Moving here? In my turf.” Wildman strode behind the bar and grabbed several Budweisers.

Big T grinned. “As in say around sixty of us.”

“Cool guy. We’d love the company here.”

Froggy gulped.

Candy smiled.

Penelope swooned.

And Mick couldn’t wait to have a tall drink of tequila.

“Come on guys. Let’s go have a drink.” Wildman eyed them as the crowd of community revelers crowded around them.

“Oh my, you have such big tattoos. How many do you have?” Penelope meowed

“Lordy, what do you boys have under those leather pants you purr-fect man?” Seventy-five and she wiggled and stroked Hogman with crazed abandon.

“Want to show me your really big bike?” She cooed, swaying her handful of condoms in their direction.

“Gees, you got a tough crowd here.” Big T stepped back.

“You got no idea. Come to the bar and meet the owner of this fine establishment.” Wildman led them toward Mick.

Why did he have to look like the pretty boy on this fine afternoon? “Wildman?”

“You the owner?” The burley man asked, gazing down the length of Mick, his eyes full of disdain.

“I am.” Mick cursed inwardly as he longed for his shit kickers. “Who’s askin’?”

The two men sized each other up as they took a twirl around each other.

“Jesus. Cut the testosterone and have a drink, “ Candy hissed as she gave the group of men an admonishing look.

As Big T and the others hovered around him, Mick felt every bit the filet mignon sitting on a large platter just waiting to be kicked in the ass.

“Mick St. Simons, meet the guys.”

It was at that moment that Mick knew that owning a bar was just about the best thing in the world or the worst depending on who you asked.

And what kind of patrons frequented the bar.

“You ain’t like your grandpappy,” Big T snarled, his eyes twinkling.

“And he ain’t like me,” Mick snapped but he could tell the guy meant no harm.

Tick. Tock.

“I think I’m gonna fuckin’ like this place,” Big T said as he held out his hand.

Mick shook his head as he eyed Wildman. “Glad to know ya, mate. First drinks are on the house.”

“Woot!” Horhei grinned from ear to ear.

“Saw you got a neat deck. Can we have our drinks outside?” James asked as he scanned the bar.

“Sure guys. Froggy, drinks on the house for our guests,” Mick smiled. There was something about the scraggly men he liked.

“Comin’ up, boss,” Froggy whistled as he moved back behind the wall.

Candy folded her arms and swayed her hips. “I suppose you want me to serve them?”

Mick gave her a look. God, the woman loved to play. Shame she was off limits to everyone but Lurch.

“Hell yeah!” Shark whistled as he pumped his chest.

“Great,” Candy said under her breath. “Follow me out the back door, boys.”

Mick chuckled as he watched the group of men saunter behind his blonde goddess waitress.

“You okay with this, boss?’ Wildman asked.

“Do I have a choice?” Mick shook his head. At least his Harley ridin’ grandfather would love him. Gazing around the perimeter he also could tell easily the patrons were intrigued.

“Fuck no but hell, good for business.” Wildman smiled. “They’re good guys. Just a little rough around the edges.”


“Yeah,” Wildman breathed as he leaned in and pulsed his finger down the side of Mick’s cheek. “Unlike the pretty boys I know.”

“Why I outta.” But Mick had to grin. “Think I’ll check out my deck.”

“You just do that,” Wildman chuckled. “Gettin’ the drinks ready.”

Mick walked the restaurant before heading outside. Perhaps a bracer before his date wasn’t a bad idea. As he moved out to the oversized deck and gazed around the perimeter of the newly installed volleyball court and large sandbox, he grinned. It was going to be a great rest of the summer.


Squinting, Mick heard the noise barely over the sounds of Bon Jovi pumping through the outdoor speakers. But what was the sound?

Ruff. Ruff.

Eyeing the group of bikers perched on the bank of Adirondack chairs flanking the perimeter of the huge deck, he sighed. A dog? Great. Just what he needed. As he sauntered closer to the gruff bunch he shook his head hearing the cooing coming from not only a bunch of grown men but rugged muscular men. Somehow the thought was pathetic.

“Look at the cutie,” Horhei cooed.

“He’s adorable, “ James chuckled as he patted the dog’s head.

Inching closer Mick could clearly see the young pup had to be a golden retriever or lab. He didn’t hate dogs but they normally hated him. As he approached the pup lifted his head and true to form snarled.

“Goddamn! He’s got big teeth,” Big T chuckled as he stroked the dog’s head and eyed Mick.

There was something about seeing the burly biker nuzzling the young pup in his arms that almost warmed Mick’s heart. “We don’t allow dogs in the restaurant.”

As if on cue, the pup lifted his head, barked once and jumped off Bit T’s lap, scuttling toward the back door.

Just as Candy opened the heavy steel frame and squinted from the sun.

Using the moment to his advantage the dog lifted his leg, showing all of God’s great gift as he snapped his head around.

Somehow Mick could read everything the pup was telling him and didn’t like it one bit.

“Oh, how cute!” Candy squealed.

As Mick watched the dog saunter into the restaurant like he owned the joint Mike shook his head and sighed.

“You know what they say,” Big T said as he chortled from the background.

Turning his head, Mick hissed. “What?”

“Possession is nine tenth’s of the law.”



Mick St. Simons thought his day couldn’t get any worse. Unwanted and God knew unneeded Leopard’s Pointe Board members suddenly appeared, drinking shots of tequila while the entire Virginia Beach Society of Harley Riders camped in the middle of his bar, The Flamingo Rustler. But when he heard the massive explosion across the street and his bar became an immediate association clubhouse, he knew his day had turned to shit.

For Nicky French and Tyler Deverall, it was just another day at the office. Blown to bits by sources unknown, the center of the community and the beloved clubhouse affectionately called the “Zoo”, the Board demanded answers and they had to come fast. As hints of a mafia hit showered the airwaves, the community is placed on edge and takes matters into their own hands. Keeping the peace wasn’t a problem. Keeping the owners away from guns, battery powered hedge trimmers, poison and fire extinguishers was.

And when a much loved long term community leader ends up in the pool naked with a hooker and a bag full of drugs, well, all bets were off. As Mick struggles to regain his bar and Nicky and Tyler battle a possible drug lord, more bodies wash up literally. And then there’s the issue of pink silk panties. The clues are plenty and the suspects abound and somehow, the nights seem to grow wilder.

I hope you enjoyed!

Ciao   xxx



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  1. Teresa Kleeman says:

    What a cute pup in the picture.. I too am a animal lover three dogs, three horses. And an adoptive neighbors dog on the weekend she comes to visit and I let her in along with my babies.
    Love the excerpt and blurb. I am definitely putting this on my to be read list.

  2. Anyone who loves dogs as much as you say is my type of person. I love the picture and your passion for animals. I have two chocolate labs, the mom and her son, and also have a horse. I can’t imagine living without my animal friends. Your book sounds cool.

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