Monday, April 24, 2017

Stealing Conleigh Sneak Peek!

Stealing Conleigh Sneak peek!
(C) 2017 Glenna Maynard
All Rights Reserved
Stealing Conleigh by [Maynard, Glenna]
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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