Subtitle: Property Of
Author: B.B. Blaque
Genre: M.C. Romance/BDSM/Erotica/Suspense
Release Date: February 9th, 2016
Blurb:
A Riches to Doo Rags Story
Sometimes the wrong side of the tracks is the right place to be.
The Masters M.C. #1-Property Of
Fall in love with Tuesday and Colt...and with the Masters M.C.
Embark on a journey that begins with a dusty pair of boots and a near collision on the side of a foggy, country road.
Meet a different kind of American motorcycle club—part outlaw, part BDSM Master, all code and heart.
Tuesday has been running on empty for years, that changes when she almost literally collides with Colt, the president of THE MASTERS M.C.
A born outlaw, Colt has created something new, and Tuesday finds herself wondering if the
sexy, tattooed biker is a sinner, or saint, as she rides on the back of his Harley,
into a world she could never imagine.
Running from a past she didn't want, one she didn't dare know, and fearing for her life. She learns NOT ALL FAMILY IS BLOOD related, and some of the deepest roots are forged in LEATHER, INK & CHROME.
When a suit wearing PSYCHOPATH from the past comes to claim her, she glimpses first-hand the protection her new, leather-clad family has to offer.
WITNESS...
The initial buds form on the family tree, and the brutal, suspenseful ride toward the birth of a new breed of biker.
FEEL…
As the first seeds are sown to grow the sassy, would-be debutante, into the slave Colt knows will make the bloodshed worthwhile.
LEARN...
Along with Tuesday, what both lifestyles are really about, on her journey to becoming…PROPERTY OF
PLAYLIST/SOUNDTRACK
1. Tuesday’s Gone-Lynyrd Skynyrd
2. One Way Out-the Allman Brothers Band
3. Swamp Woman-Stranger
4. Midnight Rider- the Allman Brothers Band
5. Copperhed Road-Steve Earle
6. No Trouble No More- the Allman Brothers Band
7. Deal With the Preacher- Lynyrd Skynyrd
8. Black Sunshine-White Zombie
9. Cry For The Bad Man- Lynyrd Skynyrd
10. On the Hunt- Lynyrd Skynyrd
11. Her Strut-Bob Seger
12. Bad Company-Bad Company
13. Chain Lightning- .38 Special
14. Bad Company –Five Finger Death Punch
15. Turn the Page-Bob Seger
16. Blue Sky- the Allman Brothers Band
17. Tell It Like It Is-the Neville Brothers featuring Gregg Allman
18. Devil Woman-Bruce Willis
19. Soul Shine- the Allman Brothers Band
20. Ice Cream Man-Van Halen
21. So Hott-Kid Rock
22. Ain’t Wastin’ Time No More- the Allman Brothers Band
23. Highway to Hell-AC/DC
24. Wrong Side of Heaven-Five Finger Death Punch
25. Baby Did a Bad Thing-Chris Isaak
26. Stormy Monday- the Allman Brothers Band
27. Good Morning Little School Girl- the Allman Brothers Band
28. Closer-Nine Inch Nails
29. Hell’s Bells-AC/DC
30. Ride On-AC/DC
31. Done Somebody Wrong- Lynyrd Skynyrd
32. Highway Song-Blackfoot
33. Cut the Cord-Shinedown
34. Silver Blue & Gold-Bad Company
35. Wild Horses-the Sundays
36.Voodoo Lake- Lynyrd Skynyrd
37. Buck's Nouvelle Jole Blon-Buckwheat Zydeco
38. 45-Shinedown
39. She’s Country-Jason Aldean
40. Train, Train-Blackfoot
INTERVIEW with the co-founders of the Masters M.C. Colt Daniels (president) and Kash Kendrick (the first sergeant at arms/enforcer)
I took a list of questions over to the Whipping Post, the dungeon owned by the Masters M.C. Rather than interviewing Colt myself; I decided to ask the girls in my Facebook group, Old Ladies of the Masters M.C., to come up with questions they’d want answered. I gave the lists to Kash, and he’s doing the interview while I hang out with the ladies (I’ve missed them!)
I took a list of questions over to the Whipping Post, the dungeon owned by the Masters M.C. Rather than interviewing Colt myself; I decided to ask the girls in my Facebook group, Old Ladies of the Masters M.C., to come up with questions they’d want answered. I gave the lists to Kash, and he’s doing the interview while I hang out with the ladies (I’ve missed them!)
KASH: "Dude, okay, so B.B.'s girl Crafty Minx wants to know if you're pumped for this book to come out." (Kicks back and throws his feet up on a stool) "Chick asks a good question, I mean, the world is gonna know our shit."
COLT: "They'll only know the shit I told B.B. Ya know—club business is club business." (Exhales cigarette) "Besides brother, the old shit I told her is so ancient and no one can prove dick..."
KASH:"Oh, ya don't say? Since when was there a statute of limitations on murder, dude?"
COLT: "Don’t get your boots in a bunch! You told her your shit too, brother. That was some fuckin’ darkness there!" (Swallows his beer hard, takes a drag on his smoke.) "Like I said, nothin' can be proven. I'm not worried."
KASH: "I got your back, brother, ya know, just in case."
(Colt rolls his eyes, thinking back to the last time he heard that statement.)
COLT: "The club is gonna explode after this--we think we got a lot of chapters now. Hold on to your apes motherfucker—this shit is just gettin' started!"
KASH: “Dude—ya know with this comin’ out there’s gonna be some attention rollin’ in your direction. Do you think the green-eyed gremlin is gonna creep up and fuck with you and your girl?”
COLT: “You know better than that, brother.”
KASH: “One of the old ladies…chick by the name, Sweet T, asked. I know how shit is—but I also know you’re a possessive sonofabitch!”
COLT: “No one is gonna get near my girl—period—end of story! She knows that, I know that, and any man who tries will learn it in a New York second, brother. You know we take care of shit.”
(Colt stands up and walks around the play area, past the tractor and over to Tuesday. He kisses the top of her head and goes to sit back down.)
“There’s no need for jealousy. She knows I’m not going anywhere—and neither is she. People look—whatever…put your hands on what’s mine and bad shit happens.”
KASH: "Speaking of jealousy, dude, another one of the chicks in the Old Ladies' Clubhouse wants to know...." (Holds paper against his chest and smirks) "If she can lick your abs..." (Chuckling)
COLT: (Smiling, swallowing a sip of beer.)
"Yeah, she can lick my stomach… (Laughing,)…I mean she has to drink somehow right?" (Colt looks to Kash who nods in agreement.)
"Lemme see that paper, what's the chick's name(Colt looks at the questionnaire,)....Edith...okay, baby...get a glass of water…not too cold…and get down and crawl to me…don’t spill or you’ll have to go refill it."
KASH: "Dude, she's got a glass of water, how is she gonna crawl?"
COLT: "Edith baby, you wanna figure it out don't you?" (To Kash,) "Where there's a will, there is a way. Rember, you get them, to come to you."
KASH:(Still laughing, rolling his eyes at Colt.)
Tough Cookie and another one of the chicks, ‘Nilla, wanna to know if the club is what you visualized, like was it what you expected. Would you have done anything different? Did you imagine your life like this when you were a little punk-ass hangin’ around the clubhouse? (Kash bursts into laughter.)
COLT: That’s a question for both of us, brother. We did this shit together…but, I think B.B. covers a lot of that in the book—don’t wanna step on toes here. And, what makes you think I was a punk-ass? I was Redhook’s kid after all! I dreamed of bein’ president of the Malevolent M.C. one day. All I knew was club life—biker born and bred baby—it’s all I ever imagined.” (Colt drags hard on his cigarette and slugs back some beer.)
“I could never imagine this thing we started—who the fuck could? Well, now maybe some kids might, but no, not in our day.”
KASH: “From my side, how ‘bout this brother…We fuckin’ grew up in this shit, this was who we always were…Shit changes man, we totally changed. The dude I was when we started this shit is totally not who I am now. I was a kid—now I’m a man with a mission. The club changed me.”
COLT: “Look at you getting’ all philosophical and shit—damn, brother, have you been talkin’ to your dad?”
(Scratches his goatee, sips some beer and swallows.)
“As for changin’ shit—no, I wouldn’t. The shit that went down had to happen. It’s the life, ya know, man? Now, it’s all worth it—blood under the bridge. We are who we are—have the bonds we have—because of all the bullshit, all the bloodshed.”
KASH: “Dude, I’m gonna put a few of these questions together. They’re about your girl, Tuesday.”
(Kash shuffles the paper, looking for the questions to merge, sitting up in his chair.)
“They wanna know how you feel about parading her around, like showin’ her off and shit…” (Kash looks over the paper at Colt.) “Not that anyone minds seein’ her all hooked up to the St. Colt’s Cross or the tractor—just sayin’, dude.”
COLT: “And? Not for nothin’, but that’s just part of bein’ in our family. I don’t get the question.”
KASH: “Brother, I get it, but people who don’t know the club may not it. The whole world could know about all your personal shit, man. How do you feel about that?”
COLT: “Around our place—bein’ naked and on display, bein’ here at the Post on display—it’s just day to day life. Doubt you’re breakin’ out with wood when you see her—it is what it is.”
(Sips beer—looks over at Tuesday sitting at the bar with Serenity and me.)
COLT: “And what I’ve got with that girl—I fuckin’ want the world to know! Never thought I’d find a chick like her, a slave like her—well, there isn’t another Tuesday. That little fireball is my reason to live, breathe and be a better fuckin’ man. So, fuck, tell everyone—I will! …Tuesday Grace—I fuckin’ love your fiery little ass!
(He calls to Tuesday, who beams with pride.)
KASH: “Okay, Casanova, are we gonna do this or what?” (Kicks his boots back onto the stool and looks over the questions.) “These ladies have more questions…about us.”
COLT: “Where did Kash go? You’re bein’ all fuckin’, Mr. Secretary. I’d think Hard Drive was here.”
(Colt shoots a look in my direction. Maybe I should’ve done the interview)
KASH: “No, dude, I am not uptight like that.”
(Kash leans into Colt and whispers.) “Dude, she’s writin’ my shit now, I don’t wanna piss B.B. off—chill the fuck out.”
(Back to the interview questions.)
“They wanna know how we became friends. Be careful with what you say here, brother. I’ve told B.B. the heavy bullshit that really cemented things with you and me. She’s puttin’ it in my story.”
COLT: “Long story short…my Pops, Redhook and Kash’s dad, Graffiti, came up together in New York. They went to ‘Nam together. They were part of two different clubs—one west coast, the other east—and from that, we were sorta friends by birth. Our brotherhood—true friendship—is something B.B. will tell ya about. Again, not gonna piss in her cereal.”
KASH: “Okay, okay—don’t go pissin’ in anyone’s cereal, besides—you know that’s my move!
KASH: “Here’s a lighter question and, dude, this one’s funny. ‘Colt, would you ever cut your hair?’”
COLT: “What’s so fuckin’ funny? I do cut it, for Locks of Love, but then I grow the shit right back. I’m almost allergic to scissors—they’ll bury me with my hair—but for a good cause, yeah.”
“Gimme that, brother! You’re makin’ shit up now….” (Colt grabs the paper from Kash) “Oh, here’s one—I think it’s for you…” (Colt chuckles and looks at Kash.)
COLT: “Kash…brother, what is your darkest fantasy?”
KASH: “No, dude, this is your interview! They wanna know about my dark fantasies they need to meet me in your story first—you know I’m not lyin’, brother!”
COLT: “Point taken, brother—you’re right on with that.”
KASH: “What about your darkness?”
COLT: “I don’t look at my stuff as being dark or light—it just is what it is. I’d wanna know…” (Colt grabs the paper,) “Who asked that…?” (Scans paper.) “Bats, what do you consider dark, babe? I don’t think of what I do, or fantasize about as being dark.”
KASH: “While you’re talkin’ to Bats, she had another question.” (Points to the list,) “Right here, what do you look for in a slave?”
COLT: “That girl right there—my old lady—Tuesday. (Colt points to Tuesday.) What made her so special was that beautiful strength she has—just fuck—it really is incredible. I love that once she knew the deal, she was open minded and trusted enough to let me control the ride—she was still a handful, but I like her that way. I mean controlling a breeze is one thing, but for a motherfuckin’ hurricane to rest at your feet because it wants to, can’t help itself—at the end of the day—that makes it all the sweeter!”
KASH: “This is a good question, dude. What fact about us surprises people the most?”
(Kash raises his hand, stands, and scoots over to the bar, still talking.)
“What the fuck doesn’t surprise people about us? How much shit do people get totally wrong? Fuck, dude, right?”
(Kash returns with two beers)
COLT: “No shit, where to begin? They think we’re criminals—well, we were, but not like what they thought. We took care of shit within our world—we didn’t fuck with Joe-Blow Citizen.”
(Colt lights another cigarette and slips the new beer into a koozie)
“They think ‘cause we’re all tatted out, and ride bikes with loud pipes—we’re scary. Fuck—be more worried about the motherfucker at the bank, the one fidgeting in line with the suit and blank stare. That sonofabitch doesn’t have a soul. Those pricks can play dress up—wolves in fuckin’ wool suits—but it doesn’t change who the fuck they are.”
(This question obviously hit a nerve.)
KASH: “They have no idea about the good shit we do—for our own and for the community—right, dude? They don’t hear about those things.
Fuck that shit, man! That’s why we live in a world we fuckin’ created.”
COLT: “Next question, brother. We could rant about this shit all damned day!”
KASH: “This one is different,” (Kash shows Colt the paper. Colt looks a little uneasy.)
COLT: “Damn, we haven’t really talked about kids—not sure it’s in the cards for us—but never say never, right?”
(Kash returns with two beers)
COLT: “No shit, where to begin? They think we’re criminals—well, we were, but not like what they thought. We took care of shit within our world—we didn’t fuck with Joe-Blow Citizen.”
(Colt lights another cigarette and slips the new beer into a koozie)
“They think ‘cause we’re all tatted out, and ride bikes with loud pipes—we’re scary. Fuck—be more worried about the motherfucker at the bank, the one fidgeting in line with the suit and blank stare. That sonofabitch doesn’t have a soul. Those pricks can play dress up—wolves in fuckin’ wool suits—but it doesn’t change who the fuck they are.”
(This question obviously hit a nerve.)
KASH: “They have no idea about the good shit we do—for our own and for the community—right, dude? They don’t hear about those things.
Fuck that shit, man! That’s why we live in a world we fuckin’ created.”
COLT: “Next question, brother. We could rant about this shit all damned day!”
KASH: “This one is different,” (Kash shows Colt the paper. Colt looks a little uneasy.)
COLT: “Damn, we haven’t really talked about kids—not sure it’s in the cards for us—but never say never, right?”
(Colt looks over at Tuesday, rubbing his goatee, and smoking.)
“If I was gonna have a kid—it would definitely be with her…we’d have to make a separate place for family activities—away from everything.”
KASH: “We never put this into the plans—I guess it could happen to someone. Dude, it will not be me—that is not my bag! Can you imagine more of me runnin’ around?”
COLT: “Fuck no! Brother, you’re right—don’t procreate—parenthood wouldn’t suit you. Back to the question though…If I ever had a kid—boy or girl—and they wanted into this, I’d be all for it! A girl child couldn’t be safer with our group around to protect her. A boy would probably come up like we did….”
KASH: “I think this is the last one…we can both answer this. What is your pet peeve?”
KASH: “We never put this into the plans—I guess it could happen to someone. Dude, it will not be me—that is not my bag! Can you imagine more of me runnin’ around?”
COLT: “Fuck no! Brother, you’re right—don’t procreate—parenthood wouldn’t suit you. Back to the question though…If I ever had a kid—boy or girl—and they wanted into this, I’d be all for it! A girl child couldn’t be safer with our group around to protect her. A boy would probably come up like we did….”
KASH: “I think this is the last one…we can both answer this. What is your pet peeve?”
COLT & KASH:(In unison.) “The fuckin’ Satan’s Scavengers M.C.!!! Hands down!”
About the author
I live the BDSM lifestyle, as a submissive, and have for many years, so when I write it comes from knowledge of the subject matter. I have also been involved, in some way, with bikers, and motorcycle clubs since I was a teenager. What I write doesn’t come from research; it comes from living the lifestyles and writing what I know.
I write beautifully flawed characters who ultimately find, perfection is not a prerequisite. Our flaws are what make us unique and some flaws complement each other better than others.
I love BDSM (Male dominant/female submissive.) There's something that just feels so right about a man wearing the pants (especially when he wears them well and fills them nicely.) I am interested in the psychological aspects of relationships in general and especially when there is a power-exchange dynamic.
My world would stopping revolving if not for heavy rock music (and the wonderfully talented people who make it.) Music and it's makers will definitely be strongly visible in my work. I listen, I remember...I listen, I'm inspired...to write...to love...to fuck...to live.
I hope I will weave these things together in ways people will enjoy and connect with.
Links
The Masters M.C. #1-Property Of
Angel to Butterfly #1-Golden Doll-
Not Even Death #1-Eternally Your Master-
Not Even Death #2-Still Your Master
Not Even Death #3-Always Your Master
WEBSITES TRAILERS for NOT EVEN DEATH series
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