If you love motorcycle club romance reads, and if you fell in love with bad-ass Tack like I did, you are probably devouring this one as we speak! The first in the “Dream Man” spin-off series (Own the Wind: A Chaos Novel) is kicking off the Chaos series in bad-ass biker style. And guess what Kristen Ashley sent exclusively for us? This is just one of the COOLEST posts ever!
An exclusive look into the Chaos compound!!! Oh these bad-boys are in for it with Kristen Ashley around. I giggled like mad reading this *eeeeeep!!! Tack said my name!!!* and then I got real excited at the prospect of a Chaos party invite!
Awww man!! We all almost got invited to a Chaos Hog roast!!!! *sigh* Still though, we get to be a fly on the wall, for a bit.
You guys ready to hang out with Chaos? Let’s go in!!
Chaos Motorcycle Club Compound
Ride is closed. The boys are at the bar. The tequila is out.
Dog: So, Kit’s spun us off. She’s layin’ us bare. Tab and Shy are up first.
Boz [grunting]: I know. Shit’s whacked.
High [eyeing Boz]: Don’t act like you don’t like it. You go out wearin’ your cut, you got bitches lined up.
Boz: Never had a problem gettin’ me some action.
[High turns to Brick and shakes his head.]
Boz [brows rising dangerously]: You sayin’ I’m full of it?
High [looking back to Boz]: Yeah. That’s what I’m sayin’.
Big Petey [breaking in]: Boys, cool it. We got enough to worry about, what with what’s happenin’ on our patch and Kit puttin’ our shit out there. We don’t need internal tussles.
The door opens and Shy Cage walks in.
Hound [smiling maniacally and calling out to Shy]: You ready for superstardom, brother?
Shy stops at the bar and tips his chin up to Rush, who’s manning the bar. Rush pours him a shot of tequila. Shy tosses it back and looks to Hound.
Dog: Sheila read that gig. Started cryin’ at that one part. Couldn’t get her to calm down. [eyes Shy closely] She had no idea.
Shy: Not many people did. Now they will.
Brick: I read it, too. Figure, the action you got before Tab, you knew what you were doin’. [grins at Shy] Now I know you really know what you’re doin’.
Shy stares at Brick then again tips his chin up at Rush. Repeat with the shot of tequila. Then he looks back at Brick.
Shy: Suppose there’s worse things to be known for than givin’ it good to your woman.
Brick [now smiling flat-out]: Yeah, but you give it good.
Hound [to Brick, sounding incredulous]: You read a romance novel?
Brick: Uh… yeah. It’s Kit. And a man’s always gotta look for pointers. [back to grinning and Shy] Now I got lots.
Chuckles all around, except from Shy, who asks for and gets another shot of tequila, the door opens again and Hop and Tack walk in.
Boz [calling out to Tack]: Ready to lose your top spot as the heartthrob of Chaos?
Tack stops, sapphire eyes on Boz, and puts his hands on his hips.
Tack: Those women got a lot of love to go around.
Dog [mumbling]: I hope so. Shit’s about to get real.
Tack’s eyes move through his son Rush, then back to Dog.
Tack: They’ll get we gotta do what we gotta do.
[Indistinct grunt from Rush]
Some shuffling and locking of eyes before Tack moves to lean into the bar.
Tack: Kit called Red. Says Maryse is lookin’ for somethin’ from us.
Hound [suddenly very alert]: Maryse? Maryse with all that effin’ great hair?
Boz [also very alert]: And that smile?
Hop: Yeah, Maryse with the great hair, great smile, and, just sayin’, she has a man. That Maryse.
Hound [mumbling]: All the good ones got men.
Shy: What’s she want?
Tack: Somethin’ from us for her readers
High: Got a hog roast comin’ up.
Brick [straightening away from the bar, now even more alert]: Invite. Dress Code. Short skirts. High heels.
Hop [grinning]: Got a big forecourt, not sure it’s big enough for that.
Boz: We’ll do shifts.
Hop shakes his head to Tack. Tack turns to his son behind the bar.
Rush gets his father a beer. Tack takes a pull then again leans into the bar.
Tack: We need to keep focused. You boys, those women, roasted pig and shitloads of booze, I’m thinkin’ you’ll lose focus. So we gotta give ‘em somethin’ else.
High: Yeah. They’re gettin’ Tab and Shy. Then Lanie and Hop. You say no hog roast. What else do we got to give?
Tack opens his mouth to speak. Before he gets anything out, the front door opens again and in walks a tall, powerfully muscled, black-haired man with steel gray eyes. Those eyes giving nothing away. No thoughts. No humor. No emotion.
He walks through the Compound, sparing the men at the bar but a glance before he disappears through the door to the back hall.
Tack watches even after he disappears.
Then he grins at his beer before he takes another slug.
Hop [murmuring]: There it is.
Tack [looking to Hop]: Yeah.
Tack ignores him and looks at Rush behind the bar before he looks back to Hop then to Shy.
All three men smile.
Boz: Uh, brothers… what?
Tack [to Boz]: Joker. Rush.
Boz [light dawning then smiling]: Oh. Right.
Rush [also with light dawning but not smiling]: Kit’s not gonna get me.
Shy [to Rush]: She is so gonna get you.
Rush [shaking head]: No way.
Big Petey [smiling huge]: You are goin’ down.
Rush [to Big Petey]: Not gonna happen.
Hop: Love this.
Tack [to Rush]: Don’t worry. You got time. Brothers to get theirs before you. But you’ll get yours.
Rush [firmly]: Kit is not gonna get me.
Tack [to the mouth of his beer, murmuring]: We’ll see.
Hop catches Shy’s eyes. They grin at each other. Then Shy lightly pounds his shot glass on the bar for Rush to give him a refill.
Hop moves around the bar to get a beer.
Big Petey gets up from the bar, walks to the back of the Compound, through the door and down the hall to his room.
He closes the door, turns on the light and stretches out on his bed.
Settled, he reaches to the nightstand and picks up the book with the picture of the motorcycle boot on the cover.
He opens the cover, and with a smile on his face, he starts to read.