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Biker Book Tour & Giveaway

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Biker
Bad
Road Rising Book 1
by
Mike Baron
Genre:
Crime Thriller
 
Josh
Pratt is an ex-con turned private investigator. Ginger Munz, a woman
dying of cancer hires him to find the son she lost as a baby. The
child’s father is a sadistic sociopath named Moon who has vowed to
kill her, and Josh’s girlfriend Cass, for ratting him out. The
trail leads to the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally and west into a no-man’s
land where Josh learns the monstrous fate of the stolen child.
 
 
Mike
Baron is the author of Helmet Head, Whack Job, Biker and Skorpio,
four mind blowing novels that will change the way you feel about
horror fiction. In 2018, Liberty Island will release six Josh Pratt
novels in The Bad Road Rising series. Josh Pratt is a reformed
motorcycle hoodlum who found God in Jail, got out, and became a
private investigator. The stories are bleak, brutal, and harrowing,
and often very funny. 

 

Mike
Baron broke into comics with Nexus, his groundbreaking science
fiction title co-created with illustrator Steve Rude. He has written
for Creem, The Boston Globe, Isthmus, AARP Magazine, Oui, Madison,
Fusion, Poudre Magazine, Argosy and many others. Nexus is currently
being published in hardcover by Dark Horse. Baron has won two Eisners
and an Inkpot for his work on Nexus, now being published in five
languages including French, Italian, Portuguese, and Spanish. 

 

 
“I’m a private investigator. All I want are these two dogs. Let me have them and I’m out of here.”
“You ain’t a cop?” The Mastodon was incredulous.
“I’m a private investigator. All I want are the dogs.”
“I DON’T THINK SO MOTHERFUCKER.” The Mastodon advanced, eyes blazing with incendiary rage and joy.
“Kick his ass, Barnett!” someone called.“Beat down!”
Cell phone cameras appeared.
Mumbling obscenities Barnett came at Pratt like a linebacker.
Bending like a sprinter Pratt ran straight at the big man, swerving and ducking at the last minute as he whacked Barnett’s
left knee with the ax handle with the satisfying smack of Barry Bonds knocking one out of the park. Barnett sank like the
Twin Towers. Two Mastodons calved like icebergs from the crowd, one swinging a chain, the other gripping a Bowie
knife the size of Rhode Island. Pratt stepped backwards onto Barnett’s head, grinding it into the dirt.
The Mastodons split, the one on Pratt’s right grinning as he swung the chain in a figure eight. They planned to catch Pratt
between them. Pratt danced backward to the van, flung the door open and grabbed a two-pound steel wrench. The chain
guy rushed and lashed out, bringing the heavy chain down in a vertical arc meant to bash Pratt’s skull. Pratt juked to the
right and threw the wrench ass over teakettle with as much spin as his thick wrist could deliver.
The chain guy’s mouth went oval an instant before the wrench struck him in the middle of his forehead with the jawed
end. The chain guy staggered back two steps and sat heavily on his ass.
“Uf-da!” someone said. “That’s gotta smart.”
“Yo Barnett.”
Barnett sat up clutching his knee. “Shit!” he spat. “What’s the matter with you assholes? Fuck him up!”
The other Mastodon danced forward, knife moving in a tight little pattern. The freak was between Pratt and the van so
Pratt did something he’d seen in a Punisher comic book. He scooped up a handful of pea gravel and hurled it in the knife
man’s face. The dude instinctively threw up his hands. Pratt rushed in with a kick to the nuts that lifted the hapless
Mastodon off his feet. He fell to the ground howling and curled up like a shrimp.
“Hay-zeus,” someone reverently intoned.
An anaconda-like arm snaked around Pratt’s neck. He grabbed hold of the elbow with both hands to work a little
breathing room but by then a couple more Mastodons had moved in to deliver kidney-rupturing body blows. Pratt kicked

up and caught someone in the jaw.
An instant later he was driven to the ground by the sheer force of blows. Now it was his turn to curl like a shrimp as
bikers went to work with steel-toed boots. Pratt couldn’t see daylight. He tried to shield his head and gut as blows rained
down like a meteor shower. Bone-deep pain churned through his ribs. Pratt had a very high pain threshold. He was near
red line. A wooden bat bounced off his ribs with soul-stopping force and he began to wonder if he was going to make it
out of there alive. A slick nausea ballooned from his broken nose and worked its way to his stomach.
All for two dogs.
The smack-in-the-face report of a shotgun instantly sucked the air out of the yard. Heads swiveled. “Back away from
him. Get back or I’ll blow your fuckin’ heads off,” a woman said. Pratt incongruously registered her sexy contralto and
wondered if her looks matched her voice. Gradually, grudgingly, the bikers backed off. One last kick to the kidney from
Taco who held the bat.
I’ll be pissing blood for a week, Pratt thought.
Slowly, painfully, he got to his feet. Cracked rib. Jolts of pain radiated through his thorax like starving cats released form
a cage. Loose jaw and lumps and abrasions up and down both sides. He turned toward the shooter. She stood atop the
three stone steps leading to the farmhouse holding a pump-action Remington in parade position. His first impression:
That body. Latino voluptuous. Huh! Good God!
“He’s a fuckin’ cop, Cass!” Barnett said, hanging onto a brother.
“I’m a private investigator,” Pratt said. “All I want is the dogs.”


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61 thoughts on “Biker Book Tour & Giveaway”

  1. I enjoyed getting to know your book and thanks for the chance to win 🙂

  2. Thanks so much for this tour and the opportunity to find out about another great book my family can read. We have a list now and it keeps growing with so many loving to read. Thanks also for the giveaway!

  10. It looks cheap, if I’m being honest. Doesn’t look modern or interesting at all.

  14. I think a more traditional looking skull would look better. It seems a bit cartoonish which is a shame because the book sounds good!

  22. The book cover looks rough and tough, just like a book about bikers should. Thanks for the giveaway!

  24. I don’t love the cover. It’s kind of basic and doesn’t really give any indications as to what the book is about

  26. The cover looks nice but a little bit scary and not something I would probably read.

  30. What a neat looking skull on the cover! I’ve never seen one stylized quite like that before!

  34. I am not a fan of skulls, so the cover didn’t draw me in. I know they are popular and a lot of people like them though. The story sounds intense and good!

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  44. The cover is cool, but doesn’t give enough of a visual to know what the book is about.

  50. It is a simple cover. I think having a bike guy or group in the desert would match real well.

  53. I think the skull is pretty creepy, but seems to fit the book theme. I bet this book will be great and thrilling. Thanks for letting me get to know your book.

  54. The cover is awesome! I love the skull. It looks like a biker gang symbol which goes will with the topic of the book.

  55. The cover is completely amazing! How did the author come up with the idea to write such an amazing novel?

  57. The skull has been a little overused regarding bikers but I do like the red letters on the blue denim background. I have no questions for the author.

  58. The cover is a little scary for me and doesn’t look like my type of book to be honest

  59. The book cover tells me dangerous fun is ahead! Seems like an interesting summer read.

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