Woohoo! It's Friday you'all! And to kick of the weekend I have a wonderful author joining us today; say hello to Ms. Robin Kaye! Robin is joining us to celebrate her new release of Wild Thing; where a goth dressing city chic, Toni, is thrown into the wilderness with mountain man, Hunter, and despite fearing for her life at every turn and those unwelcome panic attack sparks fly between these two polar opposites. But you'll have to read the book to find out more, I'm digging in right now and so far it is sooo good! Look for my review soon! Robin brought along some special friends so I'll leave her to it.......
I waited outside of Humpin’ Hannah’s along with all my friends—the readers who gathered for their guided tour given by Hunter Kincaid.
Hunter pulled up in his old Toyota Land Cruiser—the truck itself was worthy of a guided tour. He had it tricked out to the nth degree—extra gas cans were tied to the back, and a well-loved winch decorated the front. I wondered if he hung a wreath off it during the Christmas season.
All ten of us held our breath as he slid out of the drivers seat and came around the vehicle wearing a River Runner’s t-shirt and a well-worn pair of 501’s, and hiking boots big enough to make you wonder if that old wives tale was true.
One of the women next to me mumbled, “You know what they say…Big feet—”
“Big shoes.” I answered and the group of us fell into a fit of giggles.
Hunter stopped and waited for us to finish cackling. “Hello, ladies. Do I want to know what you’re all laughing about?”
I stepped forward. “Probably not, but rest assured, it’s all good.”
A slow smile ticked up the right side of his mouth. “And that’s supposed to make me feel better?”
“Ah, come on, Hunter. At least we’re not a bunch of models. After guiding ten models and Toni through the wilderness, an author and a few readers should be a walk in the park, or through the bar in this case.”
He held the wood door open and ushered us into Humpin’ Hannah’s. It was larger than one would expect from the outside. The bar ran down the left side and exposed brick walls with several arched walkways separated the huge room.
I waited for Hunter to join us in front of the bar. “Was this originally two spaces?”
“Yes, Humpin’ Hannah’s took over the space next door, and we all helped out and took out part of the walls separating the spaces, that’s when we expanded upstairs too.”
“Who is we?” My friend Erin asked.
Hunter took off his baseball cap. “My family. My grandfather, Joe Walsh owns Humpin’ Hannah’s and one weekend, he gave me, my cousin Ben, and my brothers sledge hammers and taught us how to take down walls. It was a lot of fun. Of course, there were also a lot of mistakes made. We learned how to lay brick that year too.” He turned to the bartender, “Karma, a round of drinks for me and my friends.”
Karma, Hunter’s blonde haired sister, smiled and slid a mug of beer to him, it stop right before it hit his hand—foam didn’t even splash over the side. “So Hunter, you brought your adoring fans in for a tour?” She poured me a scotch while she took every else’s orders.
Hunter, the consummate gentleman, pulled out a stool for me and I sat beside him as everyone else crowded around us. “Hardly adoring, Karma. Don’t let Toni catch you talking like that. You’ll get me in trouble.”
“I think you’re good enough to get into trouble all on your own, even when you’re being good.” She winked at him and mouthed the name Bianca.
I pretended not to notice and studied the wagon wheel hanging above the bar like a chandelier. Instead of lights, it was trimmed with bras, panties, and shoes. “Interesting decorations.”
Hunter laughed. “Oh yeah, that florescent orange bra is new. Must have been from Ladies Night. It gets a little crazy in here sometimes.”
Beyond the bar was a stage and a good sized dance floor. On the other side of the fractured brick wall were tables, TVs, a seating area with a comfortable couch, a spiral staircase heading upstairs along with a big authentic-looking stuffed bear standing next to it wearing a Boise State Bronco’s hat. I pointed to the bear. “Is that real?”
Hunter took a slug of his beer and nodded. “Sure is. Grampa Joe was out hunting, turned, and saw that big guy standing not fifteen feet in front of him. He only had one round left in his shotgun. Lucky for him, he had good aim or he would have been lunch.”
“Where was this?”
“Up at the ranch in Three Whore’s Bend.”
I shook my head. “I guess Ben didn’t tell Gina about that before he brought her up there on their honeymoon.”
“I doubt it, and I’d ask you to keep it under your hat while Toni’s around too. Neither of them have asked about Big Blue yet.”
“Okay, but you’re gonna owe me.” I smiled and laughed when I saw Hunter cringe.
I winked at him and finished my scotch. “Toni said you only read the love scenes.”
He shook his head, “No. I read the whole book. I only re-read the love scenes.” He stood and turned, but it didn’t hide the streaks of red slashed across his cheekbones. “Everyone have their drinks?” he asked the crowd of females surrounding him.
Everyone answered in the affirmative.
“Good, let’s go upstairs and play some pool.”
Hunter was nice enough to pose next to Big Blue—the ten-foot tall bear and every one of the readers for pictures. The guy was a natural model. It was amazing that the only picture I was able to find of him ended up on the cover of the book.
We climbed the black metal spiral staircase and found several pool tables, foosball tables, dart boards, even a bowling game and a basketball hoop among the TV’s showing sports.
Hunter held up his hands. “Well, this is about it. In the next hour or so it’ll start getting a little wild, so I hope you ladies enjoy yourselves. I’ll be here at the pool table if you need anything and my brother’s should be here soon.” He checked his watch. “You might want to look out for them, they’ll charm the panties right off you, but they don’t have the same sticking power I have.”
Hunter’s gaze flew to the stairs and I wasn’t surprised to see Toni staring at him with one of her black brows arched. He was surrounded by ten women but only had eyes for her.
“Well, ladies,” I stepped away. “Toni’s here, so I guess that’s the end of our tour. I hope you enjoyed it.”
We watched as Toni crossed the room and slid right into Hunter’s open arms. The rest of us seemed to disappear from both their radar. It was just as well, the music was starting and we all had our dancing shoes on. The intro to Wild Thing drew us down to the dance floor hooting and hollering.
I bought everyone another round and watched the women surround Trapper and Fisher who were more than happy to take over for their brother. No wonder why Humpin’ Hannah’s was so popular!
About the Author:
To find out more about Robin and all her works, visit her website or connect with her on FaceBook and Twitter! You can also read the first chapter of Wild Thing here.
Robin Kaye was born in Brooklyn, New York, and grew up in the shadow of the Brooklyn Bridge next door to her Sicilian grandparents.Living with an extended family that's a cross between Gilligan's Island and The Sopranos, minus the desert isle and illegal activities, explains both her comedic timing and the cast of quirky characters in her books.She's lived in half a dozen states from Idaho to Florida, but the romance of Brooklyn has never left her heart.She currently resides in Maryland with her husband, three children, two dogs, and a three-legged cat with attitude.
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