Glory MC, #1
by Ana Jolene
Published date: September 13th 2016
Published by Smashwords
Genre: Romance, New Adult, Dystopic
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of Glory (Glory MC, #1) . . .
Never trust anyone was the way India had to move on through life. She was different and did not want to stand out as beings such. Just getting by day-to-day was a struggle. Her finding a semi-permanent place to lay down roots was a good thing for her. Meeting Haste was not initial a good thing for her. She had to keep things on the low and she was not doing such being notice by him.
Haste was hot, sexy, young, commanding, young and fixed on India. What was it about her? He was not sure but willing to step out on a limb and find out what it was. Haste and India together made a workable pair. They both had growing to do. It will be interesting to see where things go with then as the series continue to grow.
I was wanting more on how things got started, how did the government take part in this all, was there really a true government or just some other group higher up, how did the money thing work or how did they pay for good and services. I am looking forward to see how this New Adult dystopia grows and evolves to become more mature. The combination of bikers and an apocalyptic event are interesting.
Nineteen year old, India Beaumont has bipolar II disorder. Living in a world where solar flares have reshaped society, she must fight to survive in Ward Four where the only people thriving are part of an exclusive motorcycle club. Glory MC don’t play well with strangers but when Indy manages to land a job as a bartender at their clubhouse, she gets the fresh start she’s always dreamed of. While everyone else is focused on the flares, no one will be paying attention to her or the disorder she means to keep from everyone.
The president’s son, Ian Haste, is the first to zero-in on her, seeming to sense the kindred spirit that she desperately hides. As secretary and treasurer of Glory MC, Hastie is exactly who Indy needs to avoid, but the reckless lifestyle he lives may also be the one thing that helps him understand her better than anyone else.
As tensions rise between Ward leaders, Indy’s secret threatens to be exposed before she is ready, and with only pieces of the puzzle, Hastie doesn’t know what to believe. When he finally discovers the secret she’s been hiding, will Hastie still be able to love her or will he deem her too crazy even for him?
It wasn’t everyday that you walked into hell. Today the doors were wide open, encouraging people foolish enough, like me, to enter. The sound of heavy metal music poured from unseen speakers and much like I’d expected it to be, it was hot in here. Scorching, really. But so far, there was no brimstone or devil in sight.
“Can I help you?” a voice called out. I turned to face the woman behind the bar, eyeing her golden skin and shock of bright red hair. If word on the street was right then she had to be the owner of this little dive bar. “Hellooo,” she said as I stared at her. “Are you lost?”
Lost? I wish I were. But I’d actually come here on purpose. “Are you the boss around here?”
“Depends on who’s asking.”
“I’m India,” I said, holding out a hand. “But people call me Indy.”
A brow shot up to her hairline. “You got a last name, India?”
Crap. This was why I hated meeting new people. They always asked too many damn questions. When I took too long to answer, the owner started walking away.
“Hey, hold on.” I quickly jumped into the nearest stool at the bar. “Can I get a drink?” The owner paused, turning slowly. Sharp eyes assessed me from head to bust. By her body language and the way she moved cautiously around me, she clearly didn’t trust me. “Are you just going to ignore a customer?” I asked when she continued to analyze me.
“You aren’t a customer.”
Reaching into my pocket, I slapped enough credits on the bar to cover a drink. “You sure about that?” Despite my cool words, my spine was ramrod straight. I forced my body to relax inch by inch, slowly loosening up tight muscles that would give away my nervousness.
Thankfully, the redhead took the bait and tipped her chin at me. “What do you want?”
Anything really. I didn’t care. “Why don’t you surprise me?”
In record time, a drink was placed before me. I sipped at it, nodding as my taste buds did a little dance. At least now I had the liquid courage to do what I came here to do. No more excuses.
The owner leaned into the bar, now more comfortable with my presence. “Well, Indy. Now that you have your drink, why don’t you tell me what brings you to this fine establishment?”
Fine was a relative word. The dive bar we were in had seen better days. Sunlight poured in through the open windows, illuminating the bar instead of electrical lights. Four hours ago, another solar flare had hit us, knocking out all electrical power for an unknown period of time. As heat swarmed over us, everyone ran for cover, staying indoors where the lethal rain of radioactive sun sparks couldn’t reach us. With no electricity though, people had to make do with the harsh sunlight. Many opted to remain in the dark for the sake of cooling off when things got too hot to handle.
Six years ago, the first set of solar flares hit us, purging the world of buildings, land, and people. The human population thinned considerably as several waves hit us without warning. The world as we knew it had ceased to exist. There was no government. No ruling queen, no power structures, which left big opportunities for new rulers to take control and new societies to form. It would’ve been nice to have a little democracy, but who was I kidding? That would never happen. We lived in a greedy world and the more you had, the better off you were. Those who survived the initial blasts were forced to acclimate to the dry, humid air and learn a new way of living. Every so often another solar flare would occur, making us worry if this wave would be the one to take us all out.
I wiped a bead of sweat that gathered on my forehead with the back of my palm. These days, the desert heat was so thick it was like breathing in sludge. “I’d like to apply for a job,” I said, meeting the woman’s gaze head on.
She paused in the middle of wiping down the bar top to gave me a suspicious look. I stared right back. I wasn’t going to be deterred. I needed this job too much to give up simply because she was using her kung-fu intimidation tricks. Blue capable eyes examined me from head to torso as if she was totaling my worth right there on the spot. “Are you even old enough to work?” she finally asked.
“More than old enough,” I assured her. “I’m nineteen.”
“You don’t look like it.”
With a slim build and a heart-shaped face, most people thought I was younger than I really was. “Trust me, I am. And if I wasn’t, you’d have just given alcohol to a minor.”
The look she gave me told me that probably wasn’t the best move. Especially considering that I was asking her to hire me. But all she did was shrug her shoulders. “Who’s going to punish me?”
“You’ve got a point there,” I said on a laugh. Without government, there was no police. And since there was no police, there weren’t many people who cared about who you sold alcohol to. “So what do you say, are you looking to hire?”
As the owner leaned into the bar, the low V of her top dipped low to reveal some cleavage. “Do you know what kind of bar this is?” she whispered.
“I know this place has the best collection of alcohol in Ward Four.” But Neptune’s wasn’t just any old dive bar. It was widely known that the most badass and dangerous of all motorcycle clubs, Glory MC, used Neptune’s as their clubhouse.
Redhead snorted. “No need for the compliments. I already know that. I’m asking you if you know what you’re getting yourself into.”
My smile disappeared. “I know the risks.” I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t already aware. Glory MC weren’t just wannabe bikers. They were the real deal. And they didn’t mess around. And yet, here I was, hoping to land a job that would put me in the line of fire on a daily basis. Live fast. Die young. Be stupid enough to put yourself in a dangerous club’s way? Yup, that was me. Desperation kind of made you stupid.
“And you still want to work here?”
I laughed at the clear disbelief in her voice. “Look, I’m young and have a lot of energy. I’m willing to clean up after people and I can start right away. I need this job.”
Redhead leaned back, still eyeing me like we were in the midst of a staring contest. Game on. If this is what was needed of me to get this job, I could lock eyes with her all day.
Seconds passed and when she blinked, I knew I had won. “So?” I prompted. “Think you can take me on as a bartender? I’ve got the experience.”
The woman rolled her eyes. “God, you’re a pushy one. Do you ever take no for an answer?”
“What can I say? I’m persistent.”
“Annoying is what I would call it.”
Good. The corners of my lips tipped up. She was bantering with me now. I was making some ground. I could feel it. “Most people like a little initiative from their employees,” I shot back. “Come on, when’s the last time someone came in here to offer some help?” My guess? Never.
On a sigh, Redhead nodded. “Fine. You want a job, you’ve got it. Glory MC is riding in in fifteen minutes. Let’s go on back and we’ll see how well you can handle yourself.” The smile she shot me was all teeth.
Momentarily taken aback that my tactic worked, I mentally high-fived myself as I followed her through to the back of the bar and into a small office. “Wear this,” she said, tossing something at me over her shoulder.
I looked down at the fabric she gave me and blinked in surprise. “What is this?” Balled up, it looked like a rag.
“It’s a shirt, darling.”
“You call this a shirt?”
She laughed. “It says Neptune’s on it, doesn’t it? You wanna work here? You wear that every day and learn how to work the bar.”
I probably couldn’t even fit one arm let alone my entire torso in the thing, but if that was what it took . . . “Aye aye, captain,” I muttered. Removing the tank top I wore, I slipped into the tight T-shirt. The fit was snug and accentuated my boobs to its fullest, which was a big deal since my rack was not packing the same heat as Redhead over here.
She eyed me down, her satisfied smile telling me what she thought of my appearance. Her hand shot out. “Name’s Hanna by the way.”
“It’s a pleasure to work with you, Hanna.”
She snorted. “You won’t be saying that after your first shift.”
“When is that anyway?”
I frowned. “Aren’t there some papers I need to sign first or something?”
“That’s later. You’re on clean up duty for the rest of the day. Once your shift is over, come by here later to sign your papers.”
Wait. Clean up? “But I thought I was hired for a bartender gig!”
Red tendrils danced around her face as she shook her head. “Nope.”
“No.” Hanna stepped forward, shooting me with a look that silenced me. “I’m the boss so I’ll decide when you can work the bar, got it?”
“Fine,” I gritted. Something suddenly told me this wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought.
Shooting me another smile, Hanna flipped her hair up into a high ponytail and swept out of the room. The sudden deep rumbling of engines sounded outside and I froze, knowing what that meant.
Glory MC had arrived.
Ana Jolene is the author of the Glory MC series, a New Adult Dystopian and the Contemporary Romance series, Moonrise Beach.
Growing up as a rebellious kid didn’t allow for much reading time. It wasn’t until she was in university that she found her passion for books and has since then devoured every book placed before her. Ana holds a B.A. in Psychology and has worked in both IT and Administration. But she’s had the most fun in the bookish world, working as a reviewer, columnist and assistant to multiple sites and authors.
Ana currently lives in Toronto with her family and an extremely lazy Shih Tzu whom she adores. To learn more about Ana and her books, please visit www.anajolene.com and subscribe to the newsletter to be notified of the hottest new releases and giveaways!
MY INTERVIEW WITH ANA JOLENE
How would you describe you style of writing to someone that has never read your work?
Thanks so much for having me! The Glory MC series is New Adult so it’s a little bit younger. As the series goes on, however, it’ll become progressively more “Adult” because the characters are older. I’d say my writing is quite explicit as well. There’s cursing and detailed sex scenes. My characters are bikers so there’s no use trying to tame them. LOL
What mindset or routine do you feel the need to set when preparing to write (in general whether you are working on a project or just free writing)?
Well, for one, I have to have complete silence and I have to be alone to be able to write. I’m not one of those writers who can walk into a coffee shop, set up shop and write for hours. I’m easily distracted so in order for me to get anything done, I need peace and quiet.
I know. It sounds boring but my mind is often bursting with these character’s voices so I need to block everything else out in order to hear them.
Do you take your character prep to heart? Do you nurture the growth of each character all the way through to the page? Do you people watch to help with development? Or do you build upon your character during story creation?
I take my characterization pretty seriously. I used to do these writing exercises just for characterization. So that’s why I have detailed notes on every character in the series, and that includes the minor walk-on characters that readers tend to forget. I know everything about them, no matter how big or small their part is. Sometimes what I know doesn’t get revealed in the books, but knowing them helps me build their characters. They need to be as real as you and I for people to invest in them.
Have you found yourself bonding with any particular character? If so which one(s)?
Oh absolutely. I was working on another series in another genre when Indy’s character came to me. She was so vivid in my mind that I actually had to stop writing the other book to jot the notes down so I wouldn’t forget her. But those notes quickly became the first chapter of the book and about a month later, I realized that I had finished writing the book.
You’ll find that everything about Indy and her disorder is the inspiration for the entire series. It’s the reason why there are things called the flares in the books as well as why she finds herself getting involved with a biker and his club. Indy has been such a big source of inspiration for the series that I don’t think the series would even exist without her.
Do you have a character that you have been working on that you can't wait to put to paper?
I won’t mention the character’s name because it would spoil the book but there’s a character that you’ll meet in GLORY that I want to write a story for. I don’t know if I’ll ever get the chance to do it but I love her and she’s someone that I hope readers will enjoy because I’d like to give her a happily ever after after everything she’s been through.
Have you ever felt that there was something inside of you that you couldn't control? If so what? If no what spurs you to reach for the unexperienced?
Are you asking me to spill my secrets? LOL! To be honest, I’m a simple gal. But writing is something that I do take seriously. My stories are my way of releasing, so to speak. And when I get into a groove, there’s no stopping me. I can write for hours. If I don’t write, I get ansty. Angry. I need to write. Writing is exactly what keeps me grounded. And if I can’t write? That’s when you’ll see me out of control.
I got this one from a friend. If you could have dinner with 7 fictional character, who would they be?
Ooh, tough question. I’m a big reader so it’ll be hard to narrow this down. I want Jericho Barrons and Mac there for sure. I’d love to see Rhage at the dinner table too. He’d be so pretty to look at. I’d invite Severus Snape just because I think he’d really spice things up. Eve Dallas and Roarke need to be there too. They’re used to fancy dinner parties so it wouldn’t be such a big deal to them. One more…Hmmm. Charley Davidson. She’s a trip! I’d sit her next to Barrons at the table so I can listen to him growl all night ;)
Can you share you next creative project? If yes, can you give a few details?
Sure! I just handed in ORIGIN, the next book in the Glory MC series to my editor so that will come out early next year. I am also working on my Contemporary Romance series called Moonrise Beach. The first book is called CLOSE TO YOU.