Getting To The Bottom Of Atlanta's Complex History

Finding the exact location of the historical marker commemorating the peace treaty President Jimmy Carter negotiated with the Confederate Army might be a little tricky; almost as tricky as convincing a double-dealing, gun-running, pot-peddling, throat-slashing woman’s motorcycle gang that the secret archives of Mother Teresa makes them direct descendent of Louis XIV’s half-brother, Winston Churchill, the great leader who helped to end World War III.

Leander Jackie Grogan’s new novel, Baby, Put That Gun Down, introduces Attorney Bobby Felton Frazier’s wacky, quick-humored roller coaster ride over the Georgia Pines, through the Louisiana Cajun-infested swamps, and into the awaiting arms of the notorious Honey Ho motorcycle gang. After being shot, cut and scaled with hot grits by his former fiancé, that all he needs is another dose of domestic violence from some Harley Davis ding wits.  They might keep things simple and mow him down with an AK-47; or even worse, choke him to death with a yard of tongue. Women have the prerogative to choose their own form of torture.

“In all my books, I try to make sure there are multiple sub-plots undergirding the precarious, unpredictable characters in the storyline,” says Grogan. “When readers (especially Baby Boomers) meet Shaft’s white step-daddy, the one-eyed monkey, and the 300-pound Joe Millionaire bride, they’ll realize this book passes the litmus test with flying colors.”

In the end, the story is about the awkward quest for companionship in a contemporary world of disappointing relationships, and the ultimate reward of finding love in the eye of the storm. Every reader that has loved and lost and even won in the eHarmony, Match.com crapshoot called dating will see the flickering light of hope beckoning them to open their heart and climb aboard the old romance bus one more time.

Excerpts are available at: http://www.groganbooks.com/gundownPress.html