Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Royal Harlots MC Anthology Sneak Peek

 I am busy in my cave working on my submission for the Royal Harlots MC Anthology, the sister club to the infamous Royal Bastards MC.  My story revolves around Karma (she's had small mentions and appearances in a few of my Charleston, WV RBMC books). She's the sister of Viking. (His story is coming in May 2022).  And as some of you have guessed her love interest is Hound. 

The relationship between these tow took me by surprise. I actually had another guy in mind for her but you know my men. They are stubborn alphas and I can't argue with them. Once they have their mind set that's it.  They want what they want when they want it and make no apologies. 

On that note here is a little snippet from Bad Karma. 



Hound

“You coming to Pam’s party?”

“I don’t know. By the time I do the Halloween party at the daycare and do trick or treat stuff the only thing I’m going to want is to crawl into bed.”

“Wish you’d crawl into mine.”

“Hound.”

“Zoe. Gotta give me something, woman. We’ve been dancing around this for months.”

“I like you I do. I just have a lot on my plate right now, and I don’t know that I have the time for a man. You keep busy yourself between the club and your dogs. I don’t want to lead you on. We had a good time, but…I’m not ready for more. I’m sorry.”

“Got it. You’re cutting me loose instead of stringing me, appreciate the honesty.”

“I hope we can still be friends.”

“Of course, babe, but don’t be surprised to see me moving on. I’m in a different place than I was a year ago.”

“I want nothing but good things for you.”

“Later.” I end the call. There’s nothing more to say there. We’re in different places. I respect it. She’s Link’s sister. Better to keep things cool than leave her with a bad taste. Zoe’s a good woman. Hard worker. Takes care of herself. Owns a business. She’s independent which isn’t a bad thing, but she doesn’t need a man and apparently, she doesn’t want one either. I tuck my cell back into the inner pocket of my cut and crack open a beer.

I’ve barely put my lips to the bottle when Nav, the prospect comes rushing in, hooking a thumb over his shoulder. “There’s a harlot at the gate.”

“Well, let her in, dipshit.”

I take the swig from my beer and follow the dumbfuck to the parking lot. It’s late and most the brothers are off doing other shit. Like sleeping or fucking their ol’ ladies. I should be home myself. I’ve got an early morning.

I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my lips when I see her. Fucking Karma. Viking’s crazy ass sister. Her blonde hair flows out from her helmet as she blows past Nav, nearly running him down on her sportster.  Fucker should damn near be ashamed.

“Well shit. Look what the damn cat dragged in.” I shake my head. “Been a while, sweetheart.”

“You seen my brother?”

“Not since earlier.” I lick my lips. Karma’s a pure bad ass biker bitch who takes no shit. She’s fun as hell but a Royal Harlot. Our sister club. Only female members allowed, though on occasion I’ve heard some of the other chapters will let dicks in.

Crazy bitch grabs my beer and chugs. “Thanks. I was parched,” she says, wiping a palm across her lips.

“C’mon, my balls are getting cold out here.” I hook an arm around her shoulder, giving her a squeeze and a kiss on the temple.

She rolls her gorgeous blue eyes that remind me of sapphires. “Such a man.”

“All man, baby.” I flex one of my biceps. “Don’t forget it.”

“As if you’d let me.” 

“Ouch.” I clutch my chest. “Straight to the heart.”

“This place seems dead. “Where is everyone?”

“My guess is home.”

“Damn, I’ve been away too long. You’re going to have to catch me up.”

“Was about to head out myself. Where you staying?”

“You offering?”

“Depends. What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?”

“Just the usual. Breaking Hearts. Kicking ass and taking names.”

“Always the heart breaker.”

“Oh whatever.” She slaps at my arm.

I rake my fingers through my hair. “Up and left me without a word.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Bullshit.” I grab my pack of cigarettes off the bar and light one up.

“Okay so maybe it was like that. But neither one of us was in a place to be starting something.”


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Monday, October 25, 2021

Bewitching The Biker

 



๑🧡๑NEW RELEASE๑🧡๑

☠️ Bewitching The Biker ☠️

Series: Royal Bastards MC

🔥 Charleston, WV Chapter 🔥

Author: Glenna Maynard

 

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🎃 Blurb 🎃

I’m an outlaw.

A man who takes what he wants without asking, and what I want is her.

I’ve been bewitched by a vixen. The witch has me under her spell.

She hexed me.

Everyone thinks I’m crazy, but I’ll prove it.

I’m not supposed to fear anything. I never have.

Until her.

They call me Sandman but Bianca is the one haunting my dreams.

Bewitching the Biker is book 7 of the Royal Bastards, Charleston WV, Chapter but can be read as a stand alone.

 

🖤🧡 Check up with the other Charleston, WV Chapter books 🧡🖤

Suggested reading order

The Biker’s Kiss

Lady & The Biker

Tempting The Biker

Keeping The Biker

The Biker’s Lucky Charm

Taken By The Biker

Bewitching The Biker

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Thursday, September 30, 2021

The Biker's Cherry

 



🍒The Biker’s Cherry 🍒

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Cover Design: Glenna Maynard 

Release Date: February 22, 2022



Wall Street Journal & USA Today Bestselling Author Glenna Maynard brings you another gritty age gap MC romance.

The Biker's Cherry

Navarro

I'm a prospect. The low man in the hierarchy of my club.

There's nothing I want more than being a Royal Bastard but her. Kimber is off limits. Too damn young and wild for a man like me. I try to keep my distance, but no matter where I turn, there she is. Alluring and forbidden. One temptation I'm not sure I can resist. When she calls me in distress, I don't hesitate to answer even if doing so may cost me everything. Including my life.

Kimber

I know I shouldn't pine after Navarro. He's a prospect for my Uncle Link's MC. A man who will break my heart. I know men like him only want one thing. Only the harder he pushes me away, the more determined I am to make him mine. In the pursuit of happiness, I make a mistake with deadly consequences.

Will Nav forgive me, or will I destroy the one man with the power to save me?

The Biker's Cherry is book 8 of Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV

Suggested reading order

The Biker's Kiss

Lady & The Biker

Tempting The Biker

Keeping The Biker

The Biker's Lucky Charm

Taken By The Biker

Bewitching The Biker

The Biker's Cherry

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Tuesday, September 14, 2021

Taken By The Biker

 


๑🔷๑NEW RELEASE๑🔷๑

இ☠️ Taken By The Biker ☠️இ

Series: Royal Bastards MC

🔥Charleston, WV Chapter 🔥

Author: Glenna Maynard

Cover Designer: Gray Creations

 


 

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🔥Blurb

Holy is his road name, but there is nothing saintly about him.

Holy

What started as a simple assignment became an obsession.

Hazel’s my Prez’s niece. He tasked me with tracking her down.

Falling for her was never part of the plan.

I’m not taking no for an answer. She will be mine.

If I have to kidnap her to prove my point I will. 

She belongs to me.

Hazel

I’ve always been on my own. Nowhere to call home. No family to call my own.

I don’t answer to anyone. Especially not a bossy biker who claims my family ordered him to find me.

Refusing him was mistake number one.

Number two was attempting to seduce my way out of the situation.

I’ve been taken by the biker, but I don’t know if I want him to let me go.

Taken By The Biker is book 6 of the Charleston, WV chapter of Royal Bastards MC. This book can be read as a standalone though for best enjoyment, the series should be read in order.  

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Sunday, July 18, 2021

Royal Harlots Cover Reveal

 



COMING JANUARY 2022

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☠️𝔾𝔼𝕋 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻𝕐 ☠️

The RBMC is about to get hit with a new wave of badness.

You've met the men of RBMC.

Now meet the women of the Royal Harlots MC.

They're sexy.

They're extreme.

They take no excuses.

And they will be the first in line to shed blood in the name of their club.

The Royal Harlots MC Anthology is a part of the #RBMC World!

Proceeds for this Anthology will be going to Harbor House-a nonprofit organization that fights domestic violence in the community. https://www.harborhousefl.com/

Authors:

Crimson Syn

Nikki Landis

Glenna Maynard

Deja Voss Romance Author

Elle Boon

B.B. Blaque

Jessica Ames

J. Lynn Lombard

J.L. Leslie

KL Ramsey

Khloe Wren

Chelle C. Craze

Eli Abbott

Shannon Youngblood

Thursday, June 17, 2021

Sneak peek of Taken by The Biker

Here's an exclusive first look at my upcoming release Taken By The Biker. Book 5 of Royal Bastards MC Charleston, WV Chapter. 

Please note that this is unedited and subject to change. 

All Rights reserved (c) 2021 Glenna Maynard 






 Holy 

The Past 

Sitting on the cement steps that lead to the porch of the three story Victorian era home I sprinkle the last of the crumbs from my sandwich onto the sidewalk. The black ants gladly accept my peace offering after I  ruined their mound when I crashed my toy car though it. I watch them. Tiny yet they seem strong. Resilient. They disappear between the cracks of the red brick walkway. Sometimes I wish I could disappear too. No one would come looking for me. I doubt anyone would even notice if I left  never to return. 

I’ve thought about it more times than I can count. I’m chicken shit. Stuck. Afraid to move forward and unable to go back. I have nowhere to go back to and nowhere to run to. 

I glance up at the sound of car doors shutting. Social worker. She squats and whispers to a little girl as she swipes her thumbs across her cheeks. I know the drill. Been through it plenty a times already but the girl has nothing to worry about. Mrs. Winnie is strict and ugly but keeps a clean house and serves good food. Has cable and on Saturday morning she lets us watch cartoons. Best house I’ve been placed at so far. Place is like a mansion or something. The newest foster is older than dirt and smells like it too, but she’s alone. No family. No kids.  I’m told I’m lucky she took me in and that I’ve not been put into a group home.

That’s me the lucky the one.

My clothes smell nice and my belly keeps full. Not like the last home. I stare at the scar on my left bicep and shake it off. 

The black wrought iron gate creaks as the woman swings it open while clasping the girl’s hand tightly in her own. 

“Hey, Benicio. Remember me?” Her shadow falls over me. 

I lift a shoulder. I remember her but they’re all the same. None of them care about us. They simply shuffle us through the system to be forgotten. No one cares about us. Not our fosters. Not the families that left us behind. All we got is the promise of freedom if we live long enough to age out of the system. I got lucky, being born on the right side of the border, but my brother was sent back to Mexico to his father. My mother was in the states illegally. Working the streets while my brother was supposed to watch me. A two year old when he was only seven. One night she didn’t come back to the motel room we were staying in. Maid found us  a few days later dirty and hungry. At least that’s what they told me at the last home I was at.

I never stood a chance. Dirty. Broken. Forgotten. Unloved. Hollow. Unworthy. I’m reminded daily. 

No one is coming to save me. To protect me. 

One day I’ll be stronger. Tougher. But I’ll always be this. A damaged kid with brown skin. My own kind don't want me and the white kids taunt me. 

“I’ve brought you a new friend to play with. Is Mrs. Winnie around?”

“Kitchen,” I mutter and look at the girl wrapped around her leg, dragging a black trash bag with her. 

She’s practically a baby. Probably wets the bed. Probably will cry all the time too.  Her nose is crusted with dried snot. Her eyes ringed with red give away that she’s been crying. 

“Why don't you get acquainted while I get Mrs. Winnie. Go ahead and make your introductions.” The woman pries the girl from her leg and whirls past me. The sickening floral scent of her perfume washes over me and my stomach drops. The sickness that festers in me uncurls in my belly and claws up my throat. It reminds me of her. The liar. The user. The woman who made me do things I didn't want to. Told me I’d like it. That the better I got at it the more girls will love me. And when I didn’t do what I was told they’d burn me with their cigarettes. 

The girl stands unmoving. We enter into a staring contest. I gaze into her eyes and the darkness that lives in me recoils. The monster inside me who tells me to do bad things goes back to sleep. 

I blink first and she smiles. At her expression something inside me snaps into place. Something that says she’s mine to protect. That she’s like me. Not on the outside but in. She’s dirty and broken too. I see it in her eyes. That lost look. The hollow shell. 

 “You got a name?” I don’t know why I’m bothering to ask. Once she’s cleaned up if there isn’t anything too wrong with her someone will take her. Someone always wants a cute little girl to dress up.  No one wants me, but her— this girl has a chance to make it out of the broken system. 

She nods but doesn't speak. 

“I’m Benicio. I’ll call you…” I pause and look around right as a bee lands on the tip of her freckled nose. “Honey bee,” I whisper. I’m only a boy on the cusp of puberty but I know this. 

She’s mine to protect. 

I want her to love me. 

To keep the devil within me at bay. 

I don't want to be bad. 

I don't want to be alone anymore. 


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Friday, June 4, 2021

Honey Trapped

 Honey Trapped book 5 of my BRRMC Roadhouse Tales is available now from your favorite online book retailers.


 

Blurb 

After a brutal divorce Ace swore he'd never fall victim to another honey trap. Meeting someone new was the furthest thing from his mind. His meddling sister however had other plans. Like renting out the other half of his duplex to a single mother he can't stop thinking about.

Norah is too young for him and comes with baggage of her own.

Ace knows she's hiding something. He swears he doesn't want to get involved. Pretending he isn't attracted to the gorgeous woman next door, the grumpy biker avoids her at all costs.

When the young beauty's dangerous secret turns up on his doorstep, he has no choice but to protect Norah and her daughter.

When all is said and done will Ace be able to watch the best thing to ever happen to him walk away or will he fight for a second chance at love?

This is a hot to the point Roadhouse Tale that takes place in Drag Creek featuring all new characters from my Black Rebel Riders' MC and some appearances from your series favorites. You do not need to read prior books to enjoy the ride.


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