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What’s the Backdrop for One Night in Daytona Beach?

One_Night_in_Daytona_Beach_by_Dellani_Oakes - 200When first approaching One Night in Daytona Beach, I wanted an exciting backdrop. A friend suggested setting it during the NASCAR racing, but in all the years I’ve lived here, I’ve never been to the races. However, one cannot go anywhere during Daytona Bike Week or Biketoberfest without encountering thousands of bikers. Since The Ninja Tattoo is set during Biketoberfest I decided to use Bike Week as my setting.

In the spirit of complete honesty, I don’t know that much about Bike Week either, though when I worked for the paper, I helped print quite a few pictures from the events. (I printed a lot of NASCAR pictures, too, but one race car looks like another to me.) I may not have been, but the thrum of all the motors does tend to set my pulse racing.

With that decided, the characters popped into my head. Jamie emerged first and I knew she had to be a redhead. My daughter gave me my favorite line from the opening: Draven couldn’t draw his eyes from the gorgeous redhead, whose hair reminded him of the flames on the side of his bike.

Draven was a bit slower in appearing, but I finally found his face and voice when he races to Jamie’s rescue: Startled by the noise, the girl lost her balance as she rolled out of the shoulder stand. Toppling, she fell. Draven leaped toward her, covering the ten feet to the cycles, in a superhuman rush. He steadied her, helping her sit up slowly. He became my hero, as well as Jamie’s, at that moment.

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Announcing One Night in Daytona Beach!

One_Night_in_Daytona_Beach_by_Dellani_Oakes - 200When I first heard about the City Nights series by Tirgearr Publishing, I thought it sounded like fun. My next thought was that no one would want to hear about the town where I live. For starters, even if it’s one of the oldest communities in Florida, hardly anyone has heard of it. So, I put the idea on the back burner. Then, I remembered that Daytona Beach is only a stone’s throw away. I’ve been there, know my way around and could find a good setting for a City Nights tale there. And so, One Night in Daytona Beach was born.

Admittedly, I had a couple false starts to my story. The rules of the City Nights series are fairly specific. It has to take place in a 24 hour period. Most of my novels and novellas take place over several days, pacing was a problem. Finally, I hit on the right combination and the story took off like a Harley Switchback, roaring its way forward at breakneck speed. I’m very pleased at how well it turned out. I hope you will be, too.

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I Love Dialogue! from The Ninja Tattoo

I love dialogue doodle bannerTeague and Vivica meet under odd circumstances—he runs into her with the door at Dunkin’ Donuts. Needless to say, she’s not very happy until he buys her coffee and flirts unashamedly with her. Soon, they start dating and Teague finds out that her life is full of danger, mostly because her older brother is the head of a dangerous biker gang.

Teague was worried. The man sounded mean, hard. The tone of Vivica’s voice still bothered him. Lying in bed, he got a sudden case of the creeps. He made another circuit of the house, peeping out the edge of the drapes in the living room. With the room dark behind him, the moon reflecting off the water, he thought he saw a person lurking in the shadow of the dock. As he watched, a lighter flared, barely illuminating the figure. It was a man with a shaved head. Teague couldn’t see details from his room. He had the impression that the man was solidly built.

The idea of calling the police flickered through his mind, but he dismissed it. Instead, he got dressed in dark jeans and a black T-shirt. He got his survival knife, attaching it to his gun belt. Next, he got his Glock 22 out of the locked cabinet. He had a license to carry a concealed weapon. That went in a holster opposite the knife. As prepared as he could be, he put on his military boots and left the house by the side door that opened off the utility room. It was concealed by an arched trellis covered in bougainvillea and nearly invisible from the street. Chances were, if someone was watching the front, they were also at the back and the door facing the side street. He doubted they knew that this other side door existed. He’d lived in the house nearly a week before noticing it himself. Leaving it unlocked, he eased through the trellis, the thorns on the bougainvillea grabbing at his clothing and uncovered skin.

Ignoring the stinging wounds, he moved like a shadow through the overgrown side yard down to the street. He knew he’d be exposed crossing the street, but the nearest light was almost a block away. There were deep shadows from the thick water oaks that surrounded his house and the one next door.

Becoming part of the night, he took a circuitous route to the dock next to his, coming at the man from the right rear. His knife was out and across the unprotected throat before the other man knew he was there. Left hand held the knife, right clasped his neck in an unyielding hold.

“Who the fuck are you and why are you watching my house?” His voice a menacing whisper.

The man didn’t move, but Teague felt him tense. He was going to try to get away. The knife blade turned slightly, catching the glimmer of moonlight along the razor sharp edge. It was the only part of the knife that shone. The rest of the blade was a dark, matte finish. An assassin’s knife and Teague knew how to use it.

“Give me a reason,” Teague growled.cropped-the-ninja-tattoo-by-dellani-oakes-200.jpg

The man relaxed. “I’ve got friends,” he murmured.

“I’m sure you do. But you’ll be dead before they can take me out. Keep that firmly in mind. Now talk.”

“Doing what I’m told,” he grunted as Teague’s grip on his neck tightened. “I don’t know.”

He hyperventilated as Teague’s forearm put pressure on his windpipe.

“Swear ta God—I don’t—know!” He gasped as he collapsed on the ground. He wasn’t dead, just unconscious.

Teague went through his pockets looking for identification. He had a driver’s license on him. Teague couldn’t see it clearly in the half light, but caught part of the address. He wasn’t a local. Memorizing the face and as much of the name and address as he could, he put it back. He wondered where the other men were. Had they seen him? Doubtful, or he’d be surrounded.

He took his concealed route back across the street, making his way to his neighbor’s yard. He was up and over the high wooden fence in one smooth movement. Landing lightly on the soft turf behind his garage, he took another watcher by surprise. This one had the time to make a faint noise of alarm before Teague knocked him out.

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