Tuesday, August 6, 2024

Twisted Tuesday: Who the hell is Jeremy Green?

 



Trying his hand at legitimate business ownership hasn’t always gone the way Maddox planned. The ex-motorcycle club enforcer experienced his share of ups and downs before finally achieving success. Now he’s opening a specialty grocery store and outdoor market in the small town of Foggy Basin, and he’s itching to get back to the part enjoys most: crafting the recipes for the newest products that will grace their shelves.

Unfortunately, Maddox's first few days in Foggy Basin haven't been the best. His motorcycle was involved in a hit and run, and the damage was extensive. The mechanic at the local shop isn’t the friendliest and yet he's found himself engaging more and more with Haven as he works on restoring the ‘67 Harley Electra Glide back to its previously pristine condition.


In between homemade Chinese food and Hoagies, Maddox begins to glimpse a side of Haven the younger man didn’t know he had, but the jury is still out on whether Haven will trust him enough to let him past the walls he’s erected to keep himself safe.

Featuring a gruff but nurturing Daddy, a hesitant little, supportive sibling, some judgy townsfolk, a German Sheppard who doubles as a lapdog, an arrogant ally cat who sits everywhere but on laps and a stunning secret reveal that will impact the siblings in ways they never imagined.

Welcome to Foggy Basin. Just passing through? No problem. Here to stay, well, better find your place. Sit back, relax and get to know the townsfolk. They love hard and play even harder. Each book is a standalone but why not stay and get to know us and read them all.



“You’ve been in?”

“I have.”

“For how long?”

“Which time?”

“Oh…uhhh…ummm….”

“Hey, that life is behind me now the way I’m hoping yours is too,” Maddox said. “All in all I spent eight and a half years on the inside, most of those stints for brawling, property damage, threatening bodily harm and one time riding my motorcycle through the plate glass window of a bar after the bartender refused to serve me. Clocking him with one of his own barstools didn’t help my cause, nor did smashing up damn near every bottle but the tequila I drove off with. They tacked a DUI on to that one and revoked the probation I was already on.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah, not my finest moment, but I like to think I’ve matured since my outlaw days.”

“You weren’t driving the Electra Glide, were you?” Haven asked, leaving Maddox stunned that the bike had been the question Haven had chosen to focus on.

“Oh hell no. It was my road bike, an old sportster I saw most of the state from the back of.”

“What happened to it?”

“Sold it to one of my ex-club brothers when I decided that life was no longer for me,” Maddox admitted. “Hated to let it go, but it gave me a bit of startup money to get my first store up off the ground.”

“I’ve always wanted to go for a ride on the back of one.”

“Get my baby back running right for me and I’ll take you out for some wind terepy.”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll see,” Maddox said. “It’s not something that can be described. You have to feel it and experience the peace that comes when everything else is drowned out but the roar of the engine and the winding road stretched out in front of you.”

“You should take her up the northern highway. Lots of hills and windy places up there.”

“I’d intended to before that bastard plowed into her.”

“Any word yet on who was driving?”

“They still don’t know exactly what hit baby, or that Lawson lady and her kid.”

“She was my middle school social studies teacher,” Haven said. “She always made the subject fun and showed a bunch of movies to help us better understand the period we were reading about, instead of just expecting us to catch on from the textbook. I really hope she and her daughter pull through.”

“So do I. it’s bullshit that no one got a clear look at the vehicle,” Maddox said. “I’ve heard it described as everything from a blue pickup truck to a black 4Runner. One guy claimed it was a red Hummer but I doubt that was the case with how fast it was going and the amount of torque it pulled going around the corner.”

“You’d be surprised. Some of those Hummers corner tighter than you’d expect them too, though I doubt they’d be able to hit your bike and miss the deli if they’d popped it up on the curb the way Jeremy Green claimed they did.”

“That’s the first I’ve heard about someone seeing anything like that.”

“’Cause Jeremy hates the cops and took off the moment he heard the siren headed that way,” Haven said. “The only reason he mentioned it to me was because I dropped in on his old man to ask if he knew any places I might be able to find authentic parts that I hadn’t thought of yet. He knows a guy he’s going to reach out to but he said not to hold my breath, that your machine was one of the rare ones.”

“One of many reasons why I love her.”

“She’s a lot of bike,” Haven admitted. “I’ve learned a lot about the model through studying the schematics and reading through the repair manual.”

“That’s just about the only reading that has ever held my attention,” Maddox admitted. “That and a good CBD cookbook.”






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