If you follow me on Facebook, you may have recently read me waxing poetic about the Kevin Costner television show that airs on the Paramount network: Yellowstone. I hope you feel they’re yours just as I feel they’re mine.Īnd I hope your heart settles as they find their HEAs. I’m just here to say that I hope you feel my boys as much as I do. You’ve met (or will meet) Hugger in Dutch’s book, more mentions are to come.Īnd more stories too, in the Wild West MC Series that’ll mash up three motorcycle clubs in two states. They’ve offered me a gateway to more time with my biker brothers. I love them like they’re my own, really my own. Well, we’ll just say when Jag finally opened up to me, the results were not pretty (like, a scene I wrote, one scene, took six hours, and I cried that entire time, I…am not…lying). I knew her through and through.īut Dutch, who remembers his father, so he knows what he lost was one thing. Showing himself only in fits and starts, mostly he held himself distant and sent me around the bend. In that moment, I was good to go with Georgie.īut that emotional journey made me hesitant to dive into Jagger.Īnd when I did, he refused to come to me. Of particular note with Georgie, I gotta mention it, when they’re having lunch with Eddie and Hank, and Dutch learns something terrible that shakes him, and everything fades for her. That I had her hands and her heart to give to Dutch to hold him safe. I was so very lucky Georgie came to me as she did. How he understood how much he was loved.Īnd the enormity of what, as a five-year-old boy, he lost. This one sentence said everything about what kind of father Dutch remembered Black being. “I remember how long his legs seemed, like they went on for miles, when he lay in bed beside me, reading me a book before I went to sleep.” Then there was the moment in that book where Dutch allows the pain of loss to come to the surface, and among other things, he utters this line: His story flew from my fingers as freely as the tears flowed from my eyes as I traveled with him through the murky bi ways as he searched for his path. I felt his struggle and Georgie had come to me so strong, she was so perfect, I had to dive in. I honestly could not wait to dive into Dutch’s book. In Wild Like the Wind, when Keely is raging in her grief and sharing with the brothers what she lost in Black, my heart shredded.īut for me, more importantly (considering I was writing the book on how she’d heal, or at least come to terms and move on), the question was, how would those boys ever know what a beautiful man their father was?Ī loose end I couldn’t let dangle, my heart couldn’t hack it.Īll my characters are mine, obviously, but in that moment, it was like Dutch and Jagger sprung from my loins, not my brain.Īnd later in that book, when they took Hound’s back, I knew they’d have to find their HEAs… He was the kind of the man who walked into the room, and all mouths would smile. He was not the kind of man where he’d walk into a room and all eyes would go to him. He was the kind of man who when you spoke, and he was listening, you knew you were heard. If Black seemed nebulous or if you all felt the power of him like I did.įelt that he was not the kind of man who, when he spoke, people shut up and listened to what he had to say. He’s always there and he’s the one the leader calls on to do the work no other brother is asked to do-and shoulder the terrible burdens that come with it. That quiet man that isn’t quite in the background. You also might think Hound’s the most important brother. He lost his wife to his mission (she wasn’t much of a loss, but straight up, he sacrificed his marriage for the Club). He persevered and led and kept the brothers together, even when they were not all of like minds. You might think Tack’s the most important, and maybe he is. See, from the minute Black is mentioned as the brother who was lost during their war, it was like being hit by lightning.īut like… This guy is the most important brother in Chaos. In fact, I knew I’d probably never be done with Chaos.Īnd first, I had to go back to the Black Brothers. These men had to ride into the sunset happy and settled.īut when Dutch said that in Hound and Keely’s book, I knew I wasn’t done with Chaos. And I am my father and my mother but most of all, I’m my dad.” that I had told myself Chaos was winding down. In my book Wild Like the Wind, I knew precisely at that part, when Dutch goes to the mat for Hound and states, “This is about my father and my mother and my dad. But when He did, He left the world with two of him. God works in mysterious and sometimes hideous ways that are still wondrous.
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