Friday, November 24, 2017

The Final Ride of Black Rebel Riders' MC

A day I  was never sure would come is almost here. The final installment of The Black Rebel Riders' MC Saga will be November 28th 2017. I chose the date because it is my son's birthday and nearly marks when I first began writing  Baby's story. Yeah, her book was supposed to be book 1 of the series but Grim had  a story tell and well, if you know Grim, there is really no denying him.

It has been one hell of a ride. Thank you for embracing my foul-mouthed bikers and supporting our journey. Writing the end was bittersweet. My rebels are my best friends,  they have been such a large part of my life these past four years. While I am sad to see their adventure come to an end, it was time to let them go. But, don't be too sad, I do have plans of spin-offs that will take place in the world of BRRMC.
Book 10 The Devil's Rebel is available for Pre-order
One of the first lessons we learn in life is never to take rides from strangers. Sara always thought she was smart and would never become a statistic. However, when she meets a cute, older guy at a basketball game she has no idea that he is a member of the Devils Rejects and a sworn enemy of her family. Taken in by his southern charm and good looks, she takes a chance. A chance that could be a grave mistake for the daughter of a Black Rebel Rider.

As brother-in-law of the President of the Devils Rejects, Danny has no choice but to do as he is told. In this life the only way you are leaving is in a body bag. You can either ride or you can die. When Marek demands he bring him the daughter of a Black Rebel he follows his orders like a good brother should. Only he grabs the wrong girl. He may be falling in love with his captive, but loving her could be his end.

Grim thought he had laid the ghost of Gypsy Red to rest and let that part of himself go once and for all. However, a deathbed confession rips the old wound wide open leaving him questioning the past forty years.

The Black Rebel Riders’ MC Saga continues. This time when an enemy goes too far it means war and no one is safe.


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Sunday, November 12, 2017

The Roommate Pact

Love friends to lovers romantic comedies?  What about short stories for when you are on the go?
If you answered yes to either of these questions, then The Roommate Pact is what you are looking for.

Down on her luck, Fiona turns to the one man who has never let her down. Her best friend, Devlyn, the man who has always loved her. Enter the roommate pact. A pact to live together with no strings attached. When Fiona tries to draw the lines of their friendship they soon become blurred. 
This is a short story that gets straight to the point of this friends to lover’s tale. Previously published in the Bleed Blue 69 anthology but extended for re-release.


Available now! 

Saturday, October 21, 2017

The Devil's Rebel Blurb Reveal

Who is excited for the Black Rebel Riders' MC saga to continue?
 I know I have been saying The Diary of Gypsy Red would be book 10 but if you know my Rebels they have their own ideas of what should happen and when. The diary will be a part of The Devil's Rebel so don't worry Gypsy Red will be sharing some of her secrets with you.
I am super excited to share the blurb for BRRMC book 10 with you. I am sure you are wondering when this book will release and I can't give you a date yet. I hate committing to dates because my characters only work with me on their terms. I wish it were the other way around, I truly do but I have to do what the voices tell me to. And well Sara has a lot of her mom's sass and she may have threatened to stab me in the tit if I didn't get her story in the works.
*Drum Roll Please*

The Devil's Rebel 
Black Rebel Riders' MC 
Book 10
Glenna Maynard 


One of the first lessons we learn in life is never to take rides from strangers. Sara always thought she was smart and would never become a statistic. However, when she meets a cute, older guy at a basketball game she has no idea that he is a member of the Devils Rejects and a sworn enemy of her family. Taken in by his southern charm and good looks, she takes a chance. A chance that could be a grave mistake for the daughter of a Black Rebel Rider.

As brother-in-law of the President of the Devils Rejects, Danny has no choice but to do as he is told. In this life the only way you are leaving is in a body bag. You can either ride or you can die. When Marek demands he bring him the daughter of a Black Rebel he follows his orders like a good brother should. Only he grabs the wrong girl. He may be falling in love with his captive, but loving her could be his end.

Grim thought he had laid the ghost of Gypsy Red to rest and let that part of himself go once and for all. However, a deathbed confession rips the old wound wide open leaving him questioning the past forty years.


The Black Rebel Riders’ MC Saga continues. This time when an enemy goes too far it means war and no one is safe. Are you ready to ride? 

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Must Love Curves

It's me again. I am sure you are like well...duh this is your website. Anyway, I have been very busy in my writing cave to bring you some new books. If you missed it You Wreck Me is now live and available. What I am excited for today though is another book, Must Love Curves.  Must Love Curves is a romantic erotica novella  that reads as a standalone. Below you will see the cover and all that jazz. If you are in my Facebook group Glenna's Rebels there is an exclusive sneak peek.

Must Love Curves
I’m the girl who never gets the guy. I’m the chubby little sister…the good friend. And that’s all I will ever be in Darin’s eyes. Darin Lyons has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. He’s my brother, Eddie’s best friend and business partner which also makes him my boss. I’ve loved him from afar, watching his revolving door of failed relationships. I’m a curvy girl. I know I’m not Darin’s type and I have accepted that. I’m done waiting in the shadows for a man who will never be mine so I made an online dating profile. There is only one requirement—he must love curves.

Faye Michaels has always been off limits. She’s my best friend’s younger sister. I thought after all this time simply being her friend was enough for me, but watching her day after day strutting around my office in those tight skirts showing off her curves is enough to break even the strongest of men. I can’t stop thinking about her. She thinks she’s falling for a man she met online but he’s all wrong for her and I plan on making her mine.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

You Wreck Me from Dawn Martens and Glenna Maynard

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Releasing September 26th
Harlee
 I had no choice but to call my father, Demon, president of the Blue Devils MC, when I realized someone was following me. I had walked away from him and his outlaw lifestyle five years ago along with the man who had wrecked my heart. When I looked up to see my protector on his motorcycle I wasn’t expecting it to be Wrecker. He was the last man I ever wanted to lay eyes on again. I had warned him if I ever saw him again I would shoot off his d*ck and I meant it.
Wrecker
 The run was supposed to be a simple one. Pick up the girl and take her to the hideout until it was safe to return her home. There was one problem, she was my ex, the daughter of my club president. She hated me for what I did to her, but I still loved her and I intended on making her mine again. No matter what it costs me.
This book is not intended for safe readers. It basically contains anything that will make you want to throw your e-reader so read it at your own risk.
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Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Exclusive From Author Dawn Martens

Wasn't Supposed To Love You 
By Dawn Martens 

Chapter 1
Bryce

“Why are we here again?” I ask Alana. We’ve been dating for a few years now, and I still don’t know how her mind works.
She glances around the campus and rolls her eyes. “I told you already, Bryce, I want to take up a few classes. I want to open up my own business, you know that,” she says quietly. “Why do you think I followed you here?” I can hear the annoyance flickering in her tone, even though she isn’t being loud.
That’s been the one thing that I’ve always liked about Alana, she’s shy, quiet. But with me, she has this temper, and if I don’t do what she wants, when she wants, she gets pissy. I also know she’s wanted to go back to school for a while now, and part of me feels as if I’m holding her back.
I own a local BMX bike shop in the middle of town. Most people told me we wouldn’t get much traffic, because people buy their bikes from franchise stores. But real BMXers want the good shit, so they come to me. I make just enough to keep my shop afloat. Gotta say, though, this business is a dying breed. I want to start making more, branch out a bit, and get a website up and going. The back of my shop has a huge garage, and I’ve been debating on making that into a custom bike and car shop. I’ve already designed a few of my own bike parts, and a few engines for cars, but I need cash. I just don’t have the extra to do that. Yet. The cash I got for building a custom motorcycle for one of the Angels Warriors gave me the start up cash to get the shop open. Now I just have to get more money to outfit the back garage and order parts, and of course staff, then I should be good. It’s getting the money saved up that is the struggle.
I sigh, and rake a hand over my head. I stare down into Alana’s big brown eyes. “Babe, I know. I just want you to be sure.”
She smiles up at me, dimples popping out, “I’m sure. It would be nice for both of us, doing two separate things, making more money. Trust me,” she reassures, leaning up to give me a small kiss on the lips. She’s never been into public displays of affection, so this catches me slightly by surprise.
Alana has always been out of my league, why she went for me, I’ll never really know. Where she is all about uppity clothes and expensive makeup; I’m about jeans, tee shirts, tattoos, and piercings. We couldn't be more different from each other. I guess we are cliché in the opposites attract way.
“Make sure when you are here, you scope it out for someone that will want a job, I need some help at the shop. Since I want you focusing on school,” I tell her.
“I will, honey,” she says sweetly.
When I first met Alana, I thought she would stay away from me. But it was the opposite. She’d show up somewhere, I would happen to be, and just talk. After a few months, I asked her on a date. Her parents, I thought would hate me, didn’t. It was just the opposite. They were all great. I asked her dad once, why they liked me, and he just said, “Son, it’s not about looks, it’s about how you treat our daughter, and you treat her with respect and love. That’s good enough for us.”
I watch her skip, yes skip, off to the check-in booth by the front steps of the college. “She’s got this,” I say quietly to myself, and turn around.
I’m suddenly bumped into, and I’m knocked on my ass as books go crashing to the ground.
“Watch where you’re fucking going, huh?” a female voice snarls at me.
I look to see who just knocked me over, and I’m stunned. Standing in front of me, bending over is a chick, a stunning fucking chick. Small, I’d say about five foot one, long black, green, blue, and purple hair. Facial piercings, and a tattoo covering her right arm; actually, every bit of skin showing on her is covered in tattoos, even going up her neck. Holy fuck, she’s hot. My dick twitches at the sight of her. I silently pray that when I stand up, my dick will stand down.
I feel guilty, I don’t even have this reaction around Alana. I can’t remember ever having such a strong response to her. We were friends first before anything else. My attraction to this girl takes me off guard and I hope she doesn’t notice my semi-hard-on as I start to stand up, and help pick up her books.
 “I got it, asshole. Hands off,” she tells me and snatches her papers out of my hands.
“Sorry, my fault,” I tell her, holding my hands up in surrender. She’s got quite a bark.
Her stormy eyes narrow on me and nearly turn me to stone, freezing me in place. “Yeah, it is.”
“So, do you like it here so far? The campus that is?” I attempt to make small talk. Wanting to keep her here longer, hoping she will soften up a little. I wonder what her major is. Suddenly, I want to know everything about her as I study her tattoos, while she ignores my question. I want to ask her what they represent. Most people tell you they simply liked the design but the detail and placement of each one, must tell a story. She says nothing more, refusing to look at me, and walks off.

Kristi
Well, my day totally went to hell in a handbasket. First, I wake up late, which never happens to me. Then I get a call from my dad, asking me if it was okay that Emma comes for a visit this weekend, and then I get trampled.
Well, not really trampled, but basically. I also didn’t expect the guy to be totally hot, drool-worthy hot. Head shaved, tattoos going up the sides of his neck, a lip ring, and tall, holy fucking tall. He had to be at least a foot and a half taller than me. That’s not really saying much, since I’m short, only reaching five one on a good day.
I probably could have been nicer, but his hotness freaked me out. I’ve never been one for a guy’s appearance, because normally it’s the good-looking ones that are players and will stomp all over you, just to get what they want. Only caring for themselves.
Walking into the building, I’m still thinking about his light blue eyes. Shit, stop thinking of him, Kristi! Why am I getting hung up on this dude? I was a total bitch to him too. He probably thinks I’m evil. It's all for the best, anyway. I need to focus on finishing my degree. I get to my Early Learning and Child class just in time. Mr. Kale isn't even here yet. I took this class last year, and since I felt like I still had more to learn, me being the school geek and all, I figured I could take it again.
All my teachers don’t understand why I’m even in this class, because my major is in Computer Science. It’s what I want to do with my life. But I also know, one day, I want children, and since I didn’t have a good mother role model at home, I just took this class. I don't want to be like my mother. A bitch who walked out on her family.
I feel the seat beside me move slightly, and I look over. A plastic chick. Great. She's like a real-life Barbie doll! Just perfect in every way. Well most people’s idea of perfection. Blonde hair, perfect makeup, expensive clothes, a deep tan. “Hi,” she says quietly.
I look at her again, closely. I lift my chin and narrow my eyes.
“Is this your first year?” she asks, leaning toward me.
I sigh to myself. Great, she wants small talk. “No, third year.” I took a few years after high school to travel a bit and really think about what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. If you ask me, seventeen and eighteen-year olds have no business going to college and trying to decide what they are going to do with the rest of their lives. That's just way too much pressure.
She gives me a big smile. “This is my first. My boyfriend didn’t want me to go to college, I think he wants me glued to him, but I had to branch out on my own. I love kids, so I can’t wait to get started on this.”
She seems nice enough, just a little random. Bit of an airhead, but whatever. Who am I to judge, anyway? I’m just shocked she’s trying to make nice with me. Not many people do that. Either because they know me, and know I won’t put up with anything they dish out, or they think I’m a freak. And most uppity people stay away from freaks, unless they think they can change me.
It looks like she wants to say more, but the professor comes in and starts class. Well, thank God for small favors. The lecture begins. I stare ahead, trying to ignore the overly happy girl next to me.
I feel a small tap to my shoulder and instantly I cringe.
She passes me a note and I sigh. Seriously? What is this, middle school? I open it up and roll my eyes.
I only took this class because my dad thought I’d benefit from it, in case opening my own lingerie shop is a bust. - Alana
Poor little rich girl. Whatever. I crumple it up and disappointment covers her face. Boo freaking hoo. Why should I care why she’s taking the class for? I didn’t know sitting next to her meant I wanted to know her life story. Some people are too chatty for their own good. It doesn’t pay to get close to anyone. They will only disappoint you in the end. I don’t have it in me to make the effort. I don't have time for it anymore. I already have enough friends.
Class finishes up and I move quickly to leave when Barbie calls to me, “Wait!”
I groan and turn to look at her. She smiles at me again, and it’s so big and wide it creeps me out. “I’m Alana, and you’re, Kristi, right? I heard the teacher say that earlier in class.”
I raise a brow and play with my lip ring. What does she want from me now?
“I love your hair, do you do it yourself or do you go somewhere to get it done?” she asks, seeming truly interested.
“Is this some kind of joke or something? You, rich bitch, talking to trash like me?” I sneer at her wanting her gone.
Her face pales and she puts a hand on her chest. “No, no, of course not. I was just hoping to make a friend,” she says softly.
I snort. “Sure, some uppity rich bitch like you wants to make friends with trash like me? Didn’t you hear?” I sneer at her. “I’m a whore,” I say purely snarky.
Her face changes and she looks angry. “You know what, I might come from a prestigious family, but I’m not a damn rich bitch. In fact, my boyfriend looks a bit like you, except well, he’s not, obviously because he’s a guy. I don’t discriminate. If you’re a good person, I’ll like you. But obviously, you’re not then.” She stomps her foot like a two-year-old having a tantrum. “You’re the bitch.”
I smirk. “I think I’m going to like you.”
Her face turns to shock and I walk away. Who would have thought that? Barbie has a temper. I wonder who this boyfriend of hers is.
Guess it goes to show, never judge a book by its cover, or in this situation, a person. She reminds me of the girls I went to high school with, the ones that taunted me when I started to dye my hair, get piercings, and of course, once I hit sixteen, started getting tattoos. Heck, dad was the one to take me, since I was underage. My dad has always been so strict, people were shocked he allowed it, even I was, but he told me, he’d rather me get my first tattoo with him supporting me, or he knew I would just get a fake ID and go by myself. I lost count how many times I was called a freak, trash, and just because I liked to have sex, a whore.

I’m not used to one of the Barbie bitches trying to be nice to me. Maybe this Alana chick is actually nice…huh. She has some backbone, too.

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Sunday, August 20, 2017

Fighting Dirty Series


The Fighting Dirty Series - previously known as The Masquerade Series and The Blackened Heart and Wicked Heart books have undergone rewrites and cover/title changes. Dirty Rules will be the third re-release and the longest book of the series. These are a series of standalone titles that can be read alone or in any order. Every book focuses on a new couple who isn't afraid to fight dirty to get what they want (their HEA). Dirty Rules is still in the rewrite stage but I hope to have it in your hands soon. This book is the most special to me as it was the first book I ever wrote back in 2012.  I pulled the original version from sale a few years ago as I have grown so much since then. I am loving diving back into Grace and Jax's world.

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Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Get Your Hands On Holden!

For those who have been waiting for Stealing Conleigh parts 1 & 2 to come to #Nook #iTunes and #Kobo the wait is over!
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She's my best friend's girl, but she's meant to be mine. 
Holden James is a thorn in my side. He's rude, conceited, and he's also my boyfriend's best friend. When Ezra suggested we move into together, I didn't know he meant the three of us. Two's company and three is a crowd, at least that is what I thought...until one night changes everything.
Conleigh Meyers is the last person I should want. She's my best friend's girl, therefore untouchable. At least she was...until one night ignited a fire in me that burns only for her. I try to stay away from her but it's impossible with her room across the hall from mine. There's only one thing I can do...let her go. That's the idea anyway. However, fate has other plans.

Monday, August 7, 2017

The Diary of Gypsy Red

Unedited and subject to change (C) 2014 Glenna Maynard all rights reserved. 
The Diary of Gypsy Red 
Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 10




My name is Kara Marie, better known to most as Gypsy Red. They say a dead woman can’t talk, but I beg to differ. A woman’s heart holds an ocean of secrets. I suppose I can share some of mine. This is my story—this is the diary of Gypsy Red… Do you dare to take a peek inside, to read the secrets that I keep?



1

Dear Diary,
I give these thoughts and memories to you. I give them to you to take my nightmares away. These are my secrets. My demons. My words I need to bleed out of me, before I go to my grave. I keep dreaming of dying. Death has stalked me since I was just a girl. Let’s start at the beginning. Well, as far back as I can recollect.
 “Daddy, do all little girls have a daddy as good as you?” I look up into the eyes that match my own in color. Smooth as whiskey, I had heard my momma call them once. They look so tired. No longer holding the vibrancy of his youth.
 He touched my cheek. His palms were soft but his fingers were rough. “Sweet pea. In a perfect world, all girls would have a dad like me, but we live in an imperfect world. We live around chaos, darkness, and despair.”  He kisses my cheek and pries my fingers from his large blood-stained hand.
“I don’t want you to go, daddy. You are the bestest daddy in the whole wide world, and if you go…who will chase the bad guys away?”
He sweeps his thumbs over my cheeks wiping away my tears replacing them with streaks of blood. The blood of my mother. Or was it mine or his. I can’t remember why there was so much blood.
Where am I?
Where is he going?
Why is he leaving me here?
“Go to sleep, Kara. When you awake, none of this will no longer matter. Daddy loves you, sweet pea…”
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
The sound of the beating of my heart on the monitor was the only sound. A single tear slipped down my cheek. A nurse came in and injected something to my IV. Once the medicine hit my veins, a slow burn crept up my arm.
“This will help with the pain. You need rest.” She came closer to my bed and tucking me in tight as a mother would do.
Shame I never have known what that is like. To have a good mother.
My own mother hated me. She tried to kill me when I was five. She said I was bad luck and that the only way to save me from myself was through death. My daddy—he disagreed, she paid the price. The night my mother tried to kill me father murdered her before my five year old eyes. My daddy was my hero. He was my blood stained knight.
And my daddy is gone, my hero, the only one who I could count on to save me, to protect me. He died a few years later in a car wreck. I should have died, but somehow, I made it with only a broken arm, a concussion, and some bruising to my face and chest from the impact of the air bag.
I drifted back into a torturous sleep where my memories haunted me…where they have always tormented me.
“It’s sick, the way you fuss over her. It isn’t normal. You’re her father. I’m your wife. I should be number one in your eyes.” I heard my mother’s shrill voice as I tossed and turned…
I woke to my neighbor; she seemed like such a nice person. Her husband was an associate of my father. However, my eyes quickly fluttered shut once more.
The memories come in pieces. Sometimes, I wonder if they really happened or of I dreamed them. 
“Kara, meet Winston, his family just moved in next door.” I looked up from where I was coloring in my Scooby Doo coloring book on the front porch. There was a young boy standing at the edge of the porch grinning at me. He had brown hair and when he opened his mouth there was a huge gap between his teeth; it made me laugh.
“Do you wanna’ color with me?” I offered. I didn’t have many friends, kids in the neighborhood all thought I was weird and we moved a lot, so I didn’t try too hard to make friends. My daddy called us gypsies—he said I was his Gypsy Red cause of my red hair and all. 
“Sure.” He climbed up on the porch sitting cross-legged across from me. My dad patted my head telling me to be nice, before going inside with our new neighbors.
 I held out my box of crayons.  He took the black and the red and drawing blood coming out of the kitten’s mouth in my other book. Blood freaked me out. Ever since my mom… I tensed up and a single tear trickled down my face.
The boy took his thumb and brushed my tear away.  “Don’t cry, Kara, you and I are going to be best friends,” Winston said like I was special.
My daddy always said I was special.
Winston Rush became my best friend, my only friend…he wouldn’t have it any other way and I was too scared of him not to be his. He was always doing stuff that he dared me to tell anyone about.
The memories are still fresh…the wounds still bleed. All of these thoughts, they swirl inside my head, making me beg to be dead. 

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Black Rebel Riders' MC Update

So I did a thing after some serious thought. I have given the ebook versions of BRRMC a new look, and before you ask why- my reason is because it is a business decision. The other covers will still be available in paperback and at this time I have no plans of changing them- they will continue in the original design they have now. So I will get right to it and show off the new covers below. These changes have not went into effect yet but will change over the next week. If you missed it in my newsletter, I have announced books 10 & 11 of the series (The Diary of Gypsy Red & The Devil's Rebel). At this time, book 11 may be the last rebel book, but I won't say that it is the last of them because they will appear in  The Born Sinners series and the Devil's Reject when it releases. I will know more about the future of the BRRMC once those books are closer to being complete. Rebel has a few kids with stories to tell so we shall see how it goes. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the covers.


Thursday, July 20, 2017

Chasing Bailey


If you loved Stealing Conleigh  you will devour Chasing Bailey!

Wren James is a rock god but he’s also my best friend’s brother-in-law. I made a mistake and broke my one cardinal rule—don’t fall in love. I swore to myself that I would make it through college unattached. I promised myself he was just a good time, but I lied. 
Bailey Monroe will be the death of me. I’m Wren James, former lead singer of Bad Intentions. My face is on the cover of magazines. I could have any woman I want, but I had to fall for her. My brother warned me. Holden told me not to hurt her and I swore I wouldn’t, but I lied. I promised myself that I would never chase after a woman, but here I am Chasing Bailey…

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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

It's Live! Stealing Conleigh Part 2

The moment you have been waiting for is here!
Stealing Conleigh Part 2 is now available.


Stealing Conleigh : Part 2  (Stealing Love ) by [Maynard, Glenna]


☆★☆ New Release ★☆★

The conclusion is here.
Stealing Conleigh Part 2
Holden James is a thorn in my side. He’s rude, conceited, and he’s also my boyfriend’s best friend. When Ezra suggested we move into together, I didn’t know he meant the three of us. Two’s company and three is a crowd, at least that is what I thought…until one night changes everything.
Conleigh Meyers is the last person I should want. She’s my best friend’s girl, therefore untouchable. At least she was…until one night ignited a fire in me that burns only for her. I try to stay away from her but it’s impossible with her room across the hall from mine. There’s only one thing I can do…let her go. That’s the idea anyway. However, fate has other plans.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Summer Sale!

Do you love my Black Rebel Riders' MC Series or  just coming along for the ride? Right now for a limited time, I am offering books 1-6  in an ebook set for the low price of $3.99, it is an amazing deal. If purchased separately you would pay over $25.00. So what are you waiting for take advantage of this steal of a price!
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Baby
Striker
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Heart of a Rebel
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Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Stealing Conleigh Part 2 Update

I know there are a few of you who have been messaging and emailing eager for part two of Stealing Conleigh.  Do I have a release date? No. I don't want to set one in stone then not have it done in time.  Some of you are aware that I recently lost my precious furbaby, Bo. His loss has taken a  great toll on me. I have hard a very hard time sitting at my desk and trying to write without him at my feet.  I am coping with my grief and can finally say I am moving forward on my current works in progress and I hope to finish part 2 in the upcoming weeks. 
I want to thank you for all the support you guys have shown me and for being understanding. Bo was like one of my own children to me, but he was also my best friend and by my side through some very trying times in my life. Anyway, life must go on and I can't wait to get this book into your hands. That said, how about a little excerpt from part 2 to hold you over. 
This is unedited and subject to change. (C) 2017 All rights reserved. 


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Stealing Conleigh Part 2 excerpt 
"One day, very soon, you're going to run out of excuses. You're gonna ache for me as I ache for you. It's gonna hurt so damn bad, sweetheart. You'll be throbbing between your legs, remembering the way it felt when I rolled those goddamned socks down to your toes and ran my tongue up to that sweet part between your thighs. You'll remember the way I looked into your eyes, knowing you fucked up."

"Holden, please..."

"No, we're past pleases and thank yous." His eyes are as cold and dark as his tone. Before I know what's happening, he grabs me between my legs. "I bet you're soaked right now."

"I..."


"You what?"  He moves his hand ever so slightly and I quiver.  With his other hand, he presses the pad of his thumb between the part in my lips, as I struggle for words, gasping, desperately for the breath he has stolen.

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Monday, May 15, 2017

Releasing Soon!

Do you love a steamy, forbidden  love triangle?  I have a story for you. 
Stealing Conleigh is releasing soon and will be available to read for free with kindle unlimited. 

Holden James is a thorn in my side. He’s rude, conceited, and he’s also my boyfriend’s best friend. When Ezra suggested we move into together, I didn’t know he meant the three of us. Two’s company and three is a crowd, at least that is what I thought…until one night changes everything. 
Conleigh Meyers is the last person I should want. She’s my best friend’s girl, therefore untouchable. At least she was…until one night ignited a fire in me that burns only for her. I try to stay away from her but it’s impossible with her room across the hall from mine. There’s only one thing I can do…let her go. That’s the idea anyway. However, fate has other plans. Part 1 of a two part serial. 

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Monday, April 24, 2017

Stealing Conleigh Sneak Peek!

Stealing Conleigh Sneak peek!
(C) 2017 Glenna Maynard
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Stealing Conleigh by [Maynard, Glenna]
Conleigh
I was seven years old the last time I hugged my father. I can still remember the way his goatee tickled my nose when he kissed my forehead as he promised he’d walk me to school the next morning. “I’ll see you in the morning, caterpillar. I love you.” He called me caterpillar, because he said one day I would blossom into a beautiful butterfly. When he’d take me on his weekends we’d always go to the butterfly garden. I always thought it was so magical.
His large fingers tugged on my dark hair as he smiled down at me. I looked up into his hazel eyes, getting lost in the flecks of green and gold. The My Little Pony night gown I was wearing dragged on the floor, brushing against my purple carpet. It was a size too big, but I loved that spaghetti strapped gown because he gave it to me. 
I clung to his belt loop with my small pointer finger curled around the worn denim. He pried my finger loose with a lopsided grin. I scowled, but then I smiled as he tickled my rib. “Daddy has to go.”
“I don’t want you to go. Please, daddy, please stay, just a bit longer.” I pouted my bottom lip and held my breath.
My mom sighed from the doorway to my bedroom. I didn’t spare her a glance, I knew the exhausted expression she’d be wearing, it was the only one she wore when he came around. Her patience with my father had ran out when I was a baby. They were practically babies themselves when they had me. They were barely juniors in high school when I was born. They didn’t know what love was, even though they attempted to pretend at first, or so my mom has told me, the few times I have gotten any conversation out of her where my real dad is concerned. In her eyes, he’s been dead since the moment he received his sentence.  
“Five more minutes,” he conceded, picking me up and putting me to bed. Kneeling on the floor next to my twin bed, he stroked his fingers across my forehead, forcing my eyes shut. “Go to bed, my sweet girl.” 
My eyes fluttered as he continued to wave his hand over my eyes, whispering promises that were dead even before they left his lips. I can recall the low, heated whispers as my mom walked him to the door, then the slamming of that door jarring me from my near sleep.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Bailey questions as I shrug my red sweater over my head, exchanging it for my black cable knit one instead.
“Yeah, I promised, and, why wouldn’t I?”
She shrugs, her blonde hair falling behind her shoulder with the motion. Her baby blues soften as she semi-smiles. “I just worry about how this will affect you.”
“Okay, mom.” I shake my head. I have been hounded to death by mother about this very topic for three months now. “I’m fine. It will be fine. It’s only one day.”
 She snorts. “One day at a prison.”


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Monday, April 17, 2017

Are You Ready To Ride?

Blood Of A Rebel releases in three days. 

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They say home is where the heart is and home is where you make it. What if you don’t know where home is, but you can feel it in the shadows of your heart. All his life, Cole Johnson has felt something is missing. That there is a piece of himself he is desperate to find. He needs answers. Answers his parents refuse to give.  Who says you can’t come home again? Who says you can’t return from a grave you never knew you were lying in?

Miracle has always felt that someone is missing from her life. She always chalked it up to her mother being dead and having a father who never wanted her. When a newcomer arrives in her life, she can’t help but feel drawn to him. Deep in her heart, she knows they have met before, but where and when?

Rebel Black has made a lot of mistakes in his past, but he’s moved on with his life. Determined to be a better man, he’s a devoted family man. When danger arises, putting his family at risk, he has no choice but to ask the one man he’s wronged for help.

Life’s perfect, a little too perfect for Grim Jones. He misses the action packed lifestyle and being on the road. He never was a settling down kinda man. In the center of the danger he craves, the face of an angel he’s not seen in nearly forty years just may be his end or his salvation.

The road ahead is perilous. Blood will be shed, lives will be changed, and ghosts will be resurrected. The Black Rebel Riders’ MC Saga continues. Are you ready to ride?

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Start The Bestselling Biker Series for Free

Happy pubiversary to Grim The Beginning and me!
Four years ago, I pushed my first book baby, Beautiful Strangers into the indie publishing world without a clue what I was doing.  A year later, I still didn't know, but something was happening, people were actually buying and reading my stories. Then Grim happened and my life changed. I had a story to tell, a saga really.

It's been three years since I wrote Grim and the Black Rebel Riders' MC took over my life. What a hell of a ride it has been. If you have been along for the crazy journey with me, thank you. If you are just joining me, you better hold on tight. The ride is bumpy and full of twists and turns.
I am currently working on book 9, Blood of A Rebel and hope to announce a release date soon. Cover reveal to come soon.

Anyway the whole point of this post, Grim the beginning is currently free.

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Sunday, March 19, 2017

Beauty & The Biker: A Dark Fairytale

Beauty & The Biker: A Dark Fairytale is now available from several ebook retailers.




 Tristian Vandacamp wants nothing more than for Isabella to remember the past they once shared. "She can't remember and I can't forget." ~Tristian

 Isabella Perez wants nothing more than to survive paying the debt owed by her father to a notorious biker. "He is my captor and I am his pet. I’m the beauty and he’s the beast. My father made a deal with the devil and now it is up to me to pay his dues." ~Isabella

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