Author: Marissa Ann
Date: 2021
Quote: "The first week on vacation I stayed in Memphis with my best friend Rae. After all the nights spent trying to drink all the Jack Daniels in the area, I am completely surprised my liver is still working properly. She and I spent most nights partying down on Beale Street, which is where I got my tongue pierced."
Right. This very short "steamy romance" is the first of a set of fantasies about the "Night Howlers Motorcycle Club." Occasionally some of the men seem to do a legitimate job like delivering or working on a motorcycle, but they run drugs and brawl a good deal too. The women, too, may have jobs like tattooing, but mostly they waste whatever they have in riotous living. They have lots of sex, too. They have foul mouths. They are adults who've dedicated their lives to doing what seemed cool when they were in high school, even now that some of them have children.
There are Christian motorcycle clubs for adults who are married to their children's other parents, who have jobs during the week and use their "hawgs" like cars, only burning less gas. I think I'd rather read about one of them.
If you want to read about aging kids who think the coolest way to live is one step ahead of the law, you will enjoy these stories. Despite the author's deft use of words to set the scene, quoted above, the stories are short--more than half the words in Chucky's Pride are first chapters of other e-books in the series--and most of the action takes place in beds, or in other places that are pressed into service as alternatives to beds, like, in Chucky's Pride, the girl's family's trampoline. Lots of explicit sex, likely to attract very bad things to computers. Lock these books in a storage barn before any children visit the house.
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