Hurricane Kretschman.
4th book in Fish Fishbein's "Adventures in La-La Land" series.
Fast-Paced Humor, Satire, Crime, Murder,
Offbeat & Quirky Commercial Fiction,
Hysterical Explicit Sex.
Think: My Cousin Vinnie, riding with the Sons of Anarchy
Fast-Paced Humor, Satire, Crime, Murder,
Offbeat & Quirky Commercial Fiction,
Hysterical Explicit Sex.
Think: My Cousin Vinnie, riding with the Sons of Anarchy
"He spent a few more minutes inspecting and admiring the know-how that had gone into assembling Shawna’s ride. Sure, everything she’d added to her machine was available at dozens of online parts houses. But it was the thought that went into each of her parts choices that made for a scoot that took no prisoners.
Standing back up, he took a second glimpse at her gas tank, shook his head and fired off another chortle.
Then he glanced toward the restrooms and saw her walking back.
And his heart just stopped.
It was like a slow-motion scene from one of those dumb-ass, teenage coming of age movies. The ones that always seemed to take place at the beach.
Shawna was sauntering his way in a pair of mirrored aviator shades.
Moving confidently and unhurried, like she owned the place and everything in it. Like some predator on the Serengeti, keeping an eye out for its next gazelle.
Around her neck was a turquoise and silver squash blossom choker.
Set off with a fresh coating of lipstick in a shade that could put any self-respecting fire engine to shame.
And the deputy had replaced her t-shirt with a form-fitting black leather vest, which started a couple of inches above her waist and exposed a ton of real estate to the South Dakota sun.
But the real heart-stopper was the territory between her belly button and her boots. Where Shawna had removed her black leather chaps in the bathroom, then her jeans.
Then she unfolded one of Victoria’s Secret’s best and skimpiest black thongs. And stepped in.
And climbed back into her chaps.
Leaving pretty much the big goose egg to the imagination, both coming and going."
Standing back up, he took a second glimpse at her gas tank, shook his head and fired off another chortle.
Then he glanced toward the restrooms and saw her walking back.
And his heart just stopped.
It was like a slow-motion scene from one of those dumb-ass, teenage coming of age movies. The ones that always seemed to take place at the beach.
Shawna was sauntering his way in a pair of mirrored aviator shades.
Moving confidently and unhurried, like she owned the place and everything in it. Like some predator on the Serengeti, keeping an eye out for its next gazelle.
Around her neck was a turquoise and silver squash blossom choker.
Set off with a fresh coating of lipstick in a shade that could put any self-respecting fire engine to shame.
And the deputy had replaced her t-shirt with a form-fitting black leather vest, which started a couple of inches above her waist and exposed a ton of real estate to the South Dakota sun.
But the real heart-stopper was the territory between her belly button and her boots. Where Shawna had removed her black leather chaps in the bathroom, then her jeans.
Then she unfolded one of Victoria’s Secret’s best and skimpiest black thongs. And stepped in.
And climbed back into her chaps.
Leaving pretty much the big goose egg to the imagination, both coming and going."
All wisecracking, Harley-riding Repo Man and Bounty Hunter to the Stars Fish Fishbein wants is a cool vacation. It’s just him and his three best buds, potato-potato-potatoing down the highway -- along with a force of nature named Shawna Kretschman, a bad-ass blonde with her own full-race hog. Not to mention a short fuse, some serious fighting skills and an outfit that leaves zippo to the imagination. All lickety-splitting their way to Sturgis, South Dakota to link up with better than a million hard-drinking, harder partying Harley owners at the town’s annual Motor Cycle Rally.
But a high-powered real estate developer wants all the bikers gone, so he can sell the area as a family-oriented resort town. And he’ll stop at nothing – including murder – to get it. Bikers and locals suddenly start dropping like road racers on a rain-slick GP course. And Fish, his friends and his big mouth are all in the developer’s crosshairs.
They’re on a hysterical collision course that includes phony cops and bar fights, pepper spray-laced paint balls, a no-holds-barred wrestling match in a ring full of chocolate pudding and getting adopted by the entire Sioux nation. Even a little manscaping.
The annual Sturgis Motorcycle Rally might be an 80 year-old tradition. But it’s going to take all of Fish’s brains and a ton of luck to keep himself and his buds alive long enough to enjoy a few more seasons.
But a high-powered real estate developer wants all the bikers gone, so he can sell the area as a family-oriented resort town. And he’ll stop at nothing – including murder – to get it. Bikers and locals suddenly start dropping like road racers on a rain-slick GP course. And Fish, his friends and his big mouth are all in the developer’s crosshairs.
They’re on a hysterical collision course that includes phony cops and bar fights, pepper spray-laced paint balls, a no-holds-barred wrestling match in a ring full of chocolate pudding and getting adopted by the entire Sioux nation. Even a little manscaping.
The annual Sturgis Motorcycle Rally might be an 80 year-old tradition. But it’s going to take all of Fish’s brains and a ton of luck to keep himself and his buds alive long enough to enjoy a few more seasons.