Sunday Serenade with Savannah Young

Author Savannah Young is here to share her Wilde Brother Series and serenade us with the music of singer/songwriter Dan Patrick Fulton, whose lyrics can be found in all the Wilde Brother books. Enjoy the following video from Dan Patrick Fulton and read on for more about WILDE RIDERS, including an excerpt...

 

WILDE RIDERS 

FOUR WILDE BROTHERS...ONE WILDE COUNTRY BAND 

WILDE RIDERS is the first novel in a spicy new contemporary romance series about four sexy brothers, their small-town bar and their local country band. WILDE RIDERS can be read as a STAND ALONE NOVEL or as part of the SERIES. 

Cooper Wilde spent his entire adolescence counting the days until he could escape rural northwest New Jersey. Now at 26, he can't believe he's coming back. But his late father's bar, Haymakers, is in financial trouble and his older brother, Jake, has asked for Cooper's help. 

Riley Smith, 25, is fresh out of her Ivy League MBA program and wants to make an impression on her employer, H & C Bank. Her first solo assignment is a fraud investigation on a business loan they made to Haymakers. Even though Old Town is less than 90 minutes from New York City, Riley feels like she's stepped into another world in this remote, one-bar town. Riley can't wait to do her business and get back to the city as quickly as her sports car will take her...until she meets Cooper Wilde. He's not like the other guys in this rural town and Riley feels inexplicably attracted to him. 

If you like your trucks loud, your beer cold and your men hot...you'll love WILDE RIDERS.

EXCERPT

“There’s plenty of room in my closest. I don’t wear a lot of dress clothes. Mostly just T-shirts and jeans. But I’ll empty out the top drawer of the dresser for you.”

She walks over to the closet and opens it. There are just a few miscellaneous dress shirts hanging there, along with some spring jackets. The rest of the closet is empty except for my guitar cases.

Like a magnet, she’s immediately attracted to the guitars. “Do you play?”

“Not very well.”

“You don’t own a lot of stuff but you’ve got two guitars. It must be something that’s important to you.”

“My brothers and I have a band. Wilde Riders. We play at the bar on Friday and Saturday nights when there’s not another band in town.”

When she glances back at me she has a glimmer of admiration in her eyes. I don’t think she’ll be quite as impressed when she actually hears me play.

“Will you play for me? After I get everything put away?”

“I’m not much of a performer. I leave that to Jake and Cooper, who really front the band.”

She raises an eyebrow. “I bet you’re a lot better than you give yourself credit for.”

“Put your stuff away and then we’ll see how good you think I am.”

She quickly puts all of her new clothes in the closet and dresser and then sits on the bed as if she’s waiting for me to perform for her.

Few things make me nervous. I’m rarely nervous on stage. But seeing her sitting there, just waiting for me to play, my heart feels like it’s going to jump right out of my chest.

I remove my acoustic guitar from its case and sit down on the bed next to Gracie. I strum a few chords and then begin to play ROAD SONG by Dan Patrick Fulton. It’s a new song we’ll be playing this weekend. I’m not a great singer but I do my best with the lyrics.

Five hundred miles of highway stretch before me,

It takes so long to get to where I go,

Five hundred miles, I don't know which end home is,

But Lord I'm feeling right at home out on the road

'Cause that old song is playing on the radio,

And that old song is singing out my creed,

That old guitar will bring me such sweet comfort,

And on the road that old guitar is all I need

When everything is changing,

And I can't seem to find my place,

When my life keeps rearranging,

That change blows cold against my face

Five hundred miles, awash in mass confusion,

And thing's ain't clear as each one passes by,

And it's too hard to see through life's illusions,

But I know I've got nothing left to do but try

 When everything is changing,

And I can't seem to find my place,

When my life keeps rearranging,

That change blows cold against my face

When nothing stays the way it is, and nothing turns out like I wished,

When nothing feels the way it should, and I’m not feeling quite as good,

And when I travel all alone, that southern music saves my soul,

When all I love has passed me by, that southern music makes me fly

'Cause that old song is easing all my worry,

And that old song is heaven as I ride,

Five hundred miles, but I ain't got no hurry,

'Cause when I reach the end I'll miss the other side.

When I finish singing, I notice Gracie is staring at me with a glimmer in her eyes. “You’re really good.”

“Jake’s the singer in the family.” I lay my guitar back in its case.

“If he’s even half as good as you, he must be amazing,” she says.

I frown. “Now I know you’re just trying to make me feel good.”

“I’m not,” she insists. “You are really good.”

“I get by.”

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