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.
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?
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…”
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.
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.
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… Add to your TBR list Goodreads
The moment you have been waiting for is here!
Stealing Conleigh Part 2 is now available.
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The conclusion is
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.
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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
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
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."
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.
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.
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
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 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
“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.”
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
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?
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.
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