Jade Cameron's Freedom Rider has as many twists and turns as the highway. It starts with a "Bang" and takes you at breakneck speed into the jungle of the Interstate and state bureaucracy. This gifted writer's first novel leaves you wanting more. You will meet the sister/brotherhood of the riding club "Wings of the World".
You will get to know real and good people. Mark, who meets with peril, and a selfish and deceitful Rick, who stages a convoluted plot which includes Jodie and Mark, and Stacy, Jodie's best friend, who is maddening and lovable as any of us.
These are believable characters. You will become involved with Jodie and Stacy, as you travel with them on the rough and circuitous roads of friendship, self-discovery and the search for truth. Will they be in time to save Mark? So, grab a "Hawg" and your helmet and get ready for the ride of your life! Bryony Wynne-Jones
THE SPOKED REAR TIRE SPUN ENDLESSLY as the wide-glide lay crippled on its right side. The front tire of the motorcycle collided with the hard concrete barrier, which now had an exaggerated crack from the impact. As Mike lay trembling and shaking, the aged asphalt felt extremely cold and twisted. He was fading in and out of consciousness. His jaw felt like it had been split in two, the right half pressing against the pavement, and the other half embedded in the roof of his mouth. He could taste the blood that was draining down his throat. Momentarily, he knew he was in rough shape and unable to say anything. The black-top felt rugged under his jaw and cheek, yet warm from the moisture. The pressure felt like lying on a bed of pebbles, but mixed with shards of glass. It stung … suddenly his vision started to diminish … then, everything went black. One of the other bikers, Mark, removed his worn-out leather jacket and laid it over Mike to keep him warm, but for fear of possible head injuries, he left his helmet on his head. It was mid-summer, around one o’clock in the afternoon. In Saskatchewan, the weather is very dry and hot at this time of year. The ride had commenced on the outskirts of Weyburn, Saskatchewan. The group had been heading out to one of their normal destinations, so the roads were well-known to them. But was we all know, anything can happen, anytime, any day, to anyone. Mike was a seasoned rider and had years of experience riding a motorcycle. All it takes is one wrong move by someone, for a biker to go down. Luckily, Mike was still breathing.