Angie Fox |Real bikers don’t wear pink - And other lessons I learned on the road

It’s no secret I’m a bit of a girly girl. I like my silver jewelry, I own way
too many purses and I can spot a nail salon from 100 yards. So it was a bit of
a surprise, even to me, when I found myself calling up Harley bikers and asking
if we could get together. Oh and if they could possibly bring their dogs?...

But hey, I’m a writer and research is part of the job. In this case, I’d set
out to write a paranormal about a straight-laced preschool teacher turned demon
slayer who has to run off with a gang of geriatric biker witches. Plus, my
heroine has a smart-mouthed dog that, thanks to her new powers, can talk…and
talk…and talk.