Monday, October 5, 2015

Cheekypee reads and reviews: Beauty & The Biker - new release

Cheekypee reads and reviews: Beauty & The Biker - new release: NEW RELEASE Beauty & The Biker : A Dark Fairytale Glenna Maynard   Blurb:   Tristian Vandacamp wants nothing more than for Isabella to r...

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Beauty & The Biker

Cover and Blurb reveal for Beauty & The Biker 


























Tristian Vandacamp wants nothing more than for Isabella to remember the past they once shared.
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
This is a standalone dark novel containing erotic themes


**Teasers**




Coming Soon!

Sunday, August 16, 2015

A Rebel Love

Black Rebel Riders' MC #7 A Rebel Love is coming your way soon. Below you will find the Blurb, cover, teasers and an excerpt. 



Blurb

This is Tread’s story and how he found A Rebel Love.
Brotherhood, respect and loyalty…Marc ‘Tread’ Adams has those things. Nights of meaningless sex, he has those too. The one thing Tread doesn’t have is love—love doesn’t exist in his life. He wants that ride or die love. He’s searching for that can’t eat, can’t sleep love. The parties, the girls, the empty bottles—they have meant nothing to him. Maybe he is looking in the wrong places, seeing the wrong faces and traveling the wrong roads.

Christa ‘Buttercup’ Franklin fell in love with a boy who grew into a man she swore to hate. Nothing good would ever come from The Black Rebel Riders’ MC in her eyes. As far as she was concerned, everything they touched turned to shit.  However, things change and so do people. What will Christa do when she has to depend on the man she swore she’d never love to save her brother?

Grady ‘Truth’ Williams has always been content with the life he leads, but Truth has never been in love until now. He craves someone he shouldn’t harbor feelings for. Lines become blurred between brotherhood and desire, creating an internal war he isn’t ready to fight.

Amy ‘Peaches’ Mathers is a club girl, so why should she feel she is any different from the rest.  She has always been told you get what you give, but she never intended to fall in love with a patched brother, especially one who is in love with another.  Amy has a choice to make…she can run from her feelings or fight with everything she has to claim the man who has stolen her heart.

The Black Rebel Riders’ Series continues to ride free or die trying. Are you ready to ride?
**This book contains M/F/M situations*** And also contains a bonus POV from a favorite character or characters.



Excerpt

(c) 2015 Glenna Maynard All Rights Reserved


Chapter 1
Amy
“Yo, Amy!” Roberta yells my name as she comes back in from her smoke break. “Your tall, dark and sexy is waiting outside on his Harley. Damn, if I was twenty years younger. What I wouldn’t give for a ride.” She shakes her head. Her salt ‘n pepper gray hair falls out of the poorly secured bun she had it in.
“I can ask him to take you down the street and back. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” I offer. Truth is a sweetheart.
“Darling that’s cute, but I didn’t mean the bike.” She winks and starts counting out my drawer for the night.  I giggle and blush. Roberta is a crazy bitch and I love her dearly. I couldn’t make it through this crap job at the gas station without her.
I make some money on the side being a club girl at the Roadhouse, but not enough to get me out of this dead-end wasteland. The guys at the club treat me right though. I spend most of my time with Grady, or as most know him Truth. He treats me real nice. Always picks me up from work anytime I ask. Never questions anything I ask, ever. He’s my best friend and I am his number one fuck.
“You’re crazy,” I tease and laugh. I can’t wait to tell Truth about his admirer.
“Why do you think Cal likes me so damn much? I keep him on his toes. I could teach you a thing or two that’d have your biker boy out there begging for a taste.”
“I think I’ll be alright.” I try damn hard not to even begin to imagine what she is suggesting. “Am I good to go?”
“Yeah baby everything looks good. Now go fuck that sexy thing and come back tomorrow and tell me all about it,” she says not even bothering to look up as she finishes banding the twenties and fifties for the moneybag.
If she only knew the things I do with Truth and his friend Tread. I could make Roberta blush and that is saying something. 


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Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Adventures in Writing: with my children home

So it has been a while since I have done an adventures in writing post. Apologies, I know so many of have you have missed my adventures (insert sarcasm) ha ha. Anyway, the kids are home on summer break, which as much as I gripe, I love having my babies with me. Don't tell them I called them my babies becasue then I will hear shouts of, "I am not a baby!" They don't understand that in my eyes they will always be my babies.

Back to my original reason for posting, sorry, I was getting lost in memories of days of sweet baby smells. Now I get, "he farted on me!" Charming I know. So here is how my summer has gone thus far: I have started four books- and I have probably only written 15 thousand words collectively. This is sad times folks. I wake up before my kids do with every intention of writing something-anything before they awaken, but then social media beckons me. And like the sheep I click on my email, my Facebook, Twitter etc. Then before I know it I have lost two hours. Two hours I could be writing  something magnificent or a total piece of shit, but at least I would be writing something. Sigh.

By the time I get my shit together and start my spotify and crack open my next masterpiece, I cringe, just as my fingers are ready to stroke the keyboard, I hear, "I'm hungry, what's for breakfast?" Some mornings I really have my act together and get breakfast ready before I sit my ass down at the computer, but that is rare, so I sigh, and grumble under my breath and fix breakfast. Once their tummies are getting filled, I sit down thinking okay, I've got this, but then I think well now I have lost my mojo, I'll just check my sales or Facebook and then I lose another precious hour.

I scream at myself, mentally...not aloud, I am not that crazy, yet. I open my WIP back up and then I hear, "It's my turn! MOM! He's hitting me. Well she's pinching me!" then a scuffle breaks out.  We go through this for the next thirty minutes or so until I can get them to see how ridiculous they are being.

We flip a coin to see who gets to play a video game first- becasue they can't be bothered to play together. I sit down again. Then my phone rings. I take my call and go back to my fantasy land that is waiting for me. My characters are shouting for me and waving. They are starving for my attention too but then comes, "I'm hungry! I need a snack, What are you making for lunch?"
"I hate that. I don't want that. You hate me. You want to make me eat stuff I don't like."

After lunch I try again to write and then I get, "Why are you on your computer so much? You never do anything fun with me." Here comes the guilt train all aboard. I start thinking about what was the last fun thing I did with them, granted it was the day before that I had spent the day playing chess and chutes and ladders, but I still feel guilty. Am I not giving them enough of my time? I remember back to my childhood...did I count on my parents so much for entertaining me? No I didn't. I was outside. I was riding my bike, roller skating, playing basketball. But still my guilt remains so I try to entertain them until it is time to cook dinner. Then I get sucked back online and after watching Alf reruns on Hulu until we fall asleep, I do it all over again the next day. This is my life and I wouldn't change any of it, except maybe I would get my shit together and get us on a schedule. Happy writing folks.


Monday, June 15, 2015

Saturday, June 13, 2015