Name   Ryder Dane

Age… yes

Where are you from– life resident of Michigan

A little about your self `ie your education Family life etc—–

I am retired from Real Estate Sales, Married with 4 grown children. I love riding, & I love cooking!

 

 

Fiona: Tell us your latest news?

My newest project is a new Series -Halo Lodge.  I am so excited about this series . ! But I plan to continue my Biker series.  They have not told all of their secrets yet.

 

 
Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?

I have been writing most of my adult life, but took a leap of faith in myself and hit the submit button in September 2012

 

 
Fiona: When did you first consider yourself a writer?..

The day I saw my name on the cover of a published book! So excited.

 

 
Fiona: What inspired you to write your first book?

—Gone with the Wind. I felt so sorry for Rhett Butler

 

 
Fiona: Do you have a specific writing style?-

— I write what the story tells me to write. I do not have a formula as some authors do.  I have no cadence to my books & stories

 

 
Fiona: How did you come up with the title?

—  Even the Devil wore a Halo before he was kicked out of Heaven.

 

 
Fiona: Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

Reputations don’t always tell the tale correctly.

 

 
Fiona: How much of the book is realistic and are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

— Grinning here, I will say that in General, my books are comprised of a quarter real life happenings and three quarters “How the real story should have gone”  In my opinion of course.

 

 
Fiona: What books have most influenced your life most? a mentor?

— Well I have often said that I was a reader long before I ever started to write and be published. Virginia Henley – Loved her Historicals’, and Joanna Lindsey’s Pirates. Sherrilynn Kenyon. Seriously, there are way too many to mention !! Janet Evonovitch !! Stop me anytime..

 

 

 

Fiona: Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest and who  is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work? –

I love Needa Warrant’s Books, And she has become a great friend even if we have only met online. & Avery Gale Is a naughty minx as they say Can we say spankings? They both make me laugh. I can recommend them anytime!

 

 
Fiona: Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.

The online community.  They have embraced me and my books, my cranky days and my happy days! ❤ Love them.

 

 
Fiona: Do you see writing as a career?

It is my career now. I am fortunate in being able to work at writing full time.

 

 
Fiona: If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

No, I love this new book!

 

 
Fiona: Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

As with many Authors, I kept reading books and thought, I can write good stories. I am missing something in this book, if I was the Author, I would…..

 

 

 
Fiona: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Yes, I have problems with holding down the outrageous actions.  I do my best to make the characters redeemable.

 

 
Fiona: Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?

Every summer, every week.  We hop on the scoot and ride. If you ever get the chance to ride a Motorcycle, Do it! The feeling is incredible.

 

 
Fiona: Who designed the covers?

Jess Buffett designed my MC covers, She is terrific!

Vinvatar Publishing has their own Graphic Artists on staff now, so they did the Halo Lodge cover

 

 
Fiona: What was the hardest part of writing your book?

Keeping the story credible without repeating myself.

 

 
Fiona: Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

I’ve got a bit of twisted in my creativity.( rats)

 

 

Fiona: If any of your books was made into a film who would you like to play the lead

Hilda- Young Dolly Parton

Krom- Brock O’Hurn

Trixie- A girl that I met one time…  Casting calls !

 

 
Fiona: Do you have any advice for other writers?

Read what you have written, Wait 2 days after the book is finished, then read it. Amazing what you will find!

 

 
Fiona: Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

I appreciate my readers. Without them, I would not be doing this. I would be selling Real Estate and be worn out at the end of my days.

 

 

Fiona: What book are you reading now?

I have 2 books going right now – yes, I am strange that way . I am reading Avery Gale’s latest book , & Shhh. Don’t tell anyone, but Needa Warrant is letting me read some of her new book – Water Color Kisses.

 

 

Fiona: Do you remember the first book you read?

No

 

 

Fiona: What makes you laugh/cry?

I love Sheldon on the Big Bang theory. I cry at abuse.

 

 

Fiona: Is there one person pass or present you would meet and why?

Not really. I have never been a hero worshipper, or patterned myself after any one.

 

 

Fiona: What do you want written on your head stone and why ?

“She might be here, or, she might not be.”

 

 

Fiona: Other than writing do you have any hobbies ?

Cooking , Gardening when my health permits.

 

 

Fiona: What TV shows/films do you enjoy watching?

I am a closet Hobbit fan, Lord of the Rings type . & Action movies, the ones with a little humor

 

 

Fiona: Favorite foods / Colors/ Music

Love Ed Sheeran, Bruno Mars, Adele, & the usual suspects Anita Baker, Old School Al Green, … Colors , Autumn colors & Jewel tones

Food would be Sea Food! Not sushi or Calamari

 

 

Fiona: If you were not a writer what else would you like to have done?

Real Estate, love it!

 

 

Fiona: Do you have a blog/website? If so what is it?

www.ryderdane.com

contact me ryderdane.rides@gmail.com &

ryder@ryderdane.com

 

 

A Small peek at Halo Lodge.

Chapter 1

There had to be something more that she could do.  There were so many women and so much pain. It was becoming an epidemic that had to be stopped.

She looked around as she walked towards the massive farmhouse that had been in her family for four generations.  There were five women on the wraparound porch sitting on various pieces of wicker furniture.  She wondered who the fifth woman was.  Since she’d left the house at noon to take care of the Lodge’s day to day needs, she knew that the other four women that lived here were at work.

As she got closer to the steps, the women stopped talking, and all of them turned toward her to gauge her reaction to the new guest.  The slender girl turned her head, and the massive amount of bruising was astonishing to Hilda.

It didn’t matter who or what she would need to do to insure the young woman’s safety.  Her mind clamped down on the same resolve that it did with each new woman that came here to seek asylum.  No one would physically hurt her here.  Hilda could not stop the women from communicating in other ways with their abusers, but they would not step foot on the property.

There was no question that she would be given a safe place to stay unless someone had a valid reason to keep her out.  She had just held out her hand when they heard loud vehicles that could not be far from the driveway, and Hilda watched the bruised woman cringe.  She waved her hand towards the front door.

“You girls explain to her how things work around here, and let me deal with this little problem.”

Friendly and Trixie flanked the girl, and Hilda climbed the steps.  She wasn’t about to let some abusive bastard come onto her property and give her girls any shit.  Beating their old lady’s ass might be a favored past time for some men, but she’d be damned if she allowed that shit to happen on her turf.

“Take her to the guest room and keep her company until Peanut or Gypsy comes to get you, or I call your cell.”

Friendly pulled the girl’s arm, and Trixie gave Hilda a look that clearly showed her disagreement, but she complied with her order.  No one argued with Hilda unless they wanted her to hand them their teeth in a bloody glass.

Hilda sat down in a rocking chair and pulled the rolling cooler towards herself. She reached her hand down and opened the lid, pulled out a soda, and shut the lid without taking her eyes from the motorcycles riding up her driveway.  Shit. These fuckers wore Thor’s Legion colors, and she didn’t want to see the President of the club today.  If he was going to protect one of his boys, there’d better be a damn good excuse for the way the girl had been beaten.  Their women were normally treated decently, and Hilda got along with most of them when they ran into one another at a party or grocery shopping.

Hilda had employed a third of the women that now belonged to the club members, at one time or the other.  Sadly, a few of them had decided that becoming a biker’s old lady made them better than the rest of the world, and they acted all hoity-toity when they met.  She settled their asses down when they’d tried to act out around her, in memorable ways.

Kelly Link had learned the hard way, and thankfully she was the poster girl for watching how big your head got when you lucked into snagging a man that spoils you rotten.  After Hilda had broken the woman’s nose for smarting off to her, Hilda had taken her blade and sliced off one side of the girl’s long sable hair that had hung down to her waist.  She’d tied the hair into a braid and hung it on the belt loop of her jeans, all the while lecturing Kelly on the virtues of being grateful for the people that helped her get into her exalted position.

The men and women that had crowded around the short fight listened to every word, and then went about their business.  Kelly was left sitting on the floor of the Legion’s clubhouse, crying over the loss of her hair.  The bloody nose that had begun to swell must not have bothered her until it started to hurt, but Hilda was gone before anyone got close enough to her example to help her.

She had hated to deal so harshly with Kelly, but it had to be done.  No one was allowed to talk to her the way that girl had done, and if drawing a little blood made the rest of them think twice before opening their pie holes, her effort was worth it.

Now, three black bikes with three bikers pulled right up over her lawn and stopped at the foot of the porch steps.  She reached behind the cooler and opened the top of the armrest on the chair.  She wouldn’t touch the Glock or the Colt unless they offered to force their agenda, but she wasn’t taking any shit either.

Trencher wasn’t one of the men, and for that she was thankful.  That man was as cold as they came, and she was under no illusions when it came to his loyalties.  Thor’s Legion was his family and no one fucked with them, regardless of who was in the wrong.  He was just like her when it came to protecting the people that he considered his.

He was also as sexy as a woman could ask for.  He never seemed to fuck the same female twice in a week, and Hilda figured that he was still stuck on his dead wife’s memory.  The woman had been five years older than Trencher but had lied about her age to everyone.  Hilda often wondered if Trencher had ever found out what a drugged out whore the woman had been before she died.  She knew about the woman’s affair with Pappy D, the Swamp King’s founder and President.  She could not believe that Trencher would let that kind of shit go on and still mourn the woman.

Today, however, Krom was standing off to the side, and Tred and Diva started up the steps in an aggressive pace.

Hilda sighed, she had hoped that they wouldn’t make the mistake of trying to bully her and the ladies that lived in her house.  That shit wasn’t happening.  She reached down and took the Colt from the armrest and leveled it at Diva’s chest.

“I suggest that you back down and start over.  Maybe take a look at Krom over there and follow his example.”

She enjoyed the confused look that replaced the determined look on Diva’s face.  Her words had stopped their advance up the steps. That had bought her the time to take the other gun from its pouch on the side of the cooler.  The guns were normally kept for shooting snakes and varmints that wandered up to bother them once in a while.  These men were just a different type of varmint.

Tred began to laugh, and the back of his hand landed a slap on Diva’s exposed stomach where his vest was open.  “You owe me a beer; I told you she was an evil bitch.”  He looked towards Hilda, noted the raised eyebrow and shrugged.

“No offense, ma’am, I was there the night you shot that swamp rat for grabbing Friendly without her permission.”  He smiled.  “I’ve got nothing but respect for you, and Diva will too once he gets his head out of his ass and calms down.”

She nodded her head and stood up; the guns were still in her hands, and the Colt was still aimed at the one they called Diva.  “So who wants to tell me what is so devil damned important that you felt the need to ride over my lawn and tear up my grass when I have a perfectly good driveway not twenty feet from where you’re standing?

“While you’re at it, you can tell me what makes you think that stomping up my stairs would make me feel easy about you being here?”

Diva scowled and raised his booted foot to continue up the steps. Hilda made her decision and fired the .45 round into the step that he was ready to walk on.

“What about basic manners do you not understand?  Take one more step up without my permission, and you will have to be carried off of my porch.”

If Tred hadn’t been behind him, he would have fallen back into the grass.  He scowled at her and folded his arms over his chest while he pictured her neck being squeezed between his hands.

“I want my girl, Talia, back.  I know you have her up here; my sister told me she saw one of your tramps pick her up in front of the Dollar Spot.  She ain’t a whore, even if my family thinks she is.  She don’t need to be working at whoring like you all do.”

His demand caused her to laugh without humor.  When she began to talk, she looked him directly in the eyes.

“I’m gonna assume that Talia is the girl I saw a few minutes ago.  The one with the fat lips, and two black eyes.  The one with the bruises on her arms and neck.  The one with blood dried on her chest. That’s the girl I saw, and if you think for a minute that I’m going to hand her over to an abusive fuck like you, you’d better think again.  Now get your asses on those fucking bikes and don’t come back.”

He wasn’t going to comply, she knew it, the abusers always tried to blame the victim.

“Bitch, I don’t know what you think has been done to Talia, but no one would dare lay a hand on her, or I’d make damn sure that they would live to regret it.  Now, you can go get her, and I’ll be polite and wait here, or I can have my brothers hold you back while I go find her.  Your choice, but I ain’t waiting all fuckin’ day.”

Hilda looked at Krom, and he was looking at her.  He raised his hands, shook his head and walked to his bike.  She nodded and turned to Tred.

“So you’re gonna hold me back while your little butt buddy here tries to kidnap a girl that is seeking shelter in my home?”  She raised her eyebrow and shrugged her shoulder before leveling her gun at Diva’s chest.

“Peanut, ask the women to bring the girl down here. Tell her that I won’t let him touch her, but I think his friends need to see how much he cherishes her.  Then they can tell Trencher all about how I turned his little virgin into the town whore.”

She kept her eyes on Diva, even as he stepped back off of the steps and stood with his hands on his hips in an identical pose as Tred was standing. Krom had a cell phone out and was walking back towards the porch.

There was noise at her back, but she didn’t bother to turn around to see the women that were standing close.  She felt Friendly pull the Glock from her lowered hand, and let her fingers relax from the tight hold she had had on the lethal weapon.

“You make sure that you get a nice close-up of the girl’s face, Krom.  I don’t want your club coming down here all pissed off at me for killing your boy.  I can legally shoot him if I feel threatened for my life or the life of the people in my home.  Right now, I’m feeling threatened, and if the fucker steps on my porch, I will shoot him; believe it.  You know I will.”

The girl was behind her, and Friendly stepped up to stand next to her with the Glock aimed towards the three men.  Hilda smiled and turned her head towards where the now crying girl stood.  She touched Talia’s bruised face and told her that it was okay.  “I won’t let him take you anywhere, and once he leaves, if he comes back, I will shoot him.  You are safe here.”  She tossed a question over her shoulder at Krom.

“Isn’t that right, Krom?  She’s safe here.”

The quick, “Yes, ma’am,” came back and was heard by everyone present.

She took hold of the girl’s arms below the bruising and gave her a light squeeze of encouragement.  “Trust me, honey; no one’s going to hurt you again.”  Talia’s eyes were almost swollen shut, but she must have heard the truth in Hilda’s voice.  She gave a slight nod.

Hilda stood to the side of the abused woman and let Krom and Tred see what the girl looked like in all of her glorious dark purple and dried blood glory.

 

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