Zombies and Bikers Oh My! Post Apocalyptic Books You Should Be Reading.

Are you ready for the apocalypse? Dark Paradise drops on your e-readers February 14th! I know dystopian is new for me but I hope you will take a chance and trust me. You have never read a story like this one before. Black Hearts has disbanded but some of the others are releasing their stories as well. You should check them out too! If I had to choose anyone to be my zombie apocalypse survival buddy, I’d choose him.  Pre-order Goodreads

Zombies! The world has gone to shit and the zombie apocalypse is now responsible for wiping out humanity. One girl believes she's all alone and the world's last hope for survival . . . but is she the key, a threat, or something else entirely? *** Book 1 of a new series, contains mature content *** Pre-order This is part one of the Post Apocalyptic Novella Series. Through tragedy comes love. Dominic Sinclair doesn’t believe in that, he doesn’t believe in much of anything anymore. All he is trying to do is keep his town and himself alive while the zombie apocalypse burns the world down. Though a black-haired angel in disguise has other plans. Who will be left hanging in the balance?  Pre-order Coming Soon! Love Row  Brandi Aga    Love was our weapon; too bad it couldn’t save us. I never pictured myself wandering our abandoned town with my husband, striving for another day, let alone with Him, too. He’s haunted, lost. The moment he walked into our lives, I made a promise to never let him go and now I can’t. I won’t. They say things happen in threes. Sickness, evil, death. We thought we’d beat it all—we thought wrong.  Goodreads Ad Remedium Nicole Banks   Coming late summer 2019 You can’t destroy what you do not understand—for we are the cure. Sol’s been locked in a system that left her people broken and hungry, while the pockets of others only got fatter. It came as no surprise when the powers that be poisoned their waters, thinking they could snuff their kind out of existence without consequence. Little did they know it would only breed a different type of hunger among Sol and her people.  Goodreads

Devils Rejects MC has a new look!

We all know I have a cover addiction. As much as I love the originals, which will remain the paperback covers at this time, (I know some of you are still collecting your sets) I had to go with my instincts and update the ebook covers. The stories haven't changed but they do have a fresh look that I think really suits the series better. So *insert drum roll*

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Christmas Reads!

It’s the most wonderful time of the year! Christmas reads to add to your list are here.

I haven’t read a lot of these yet, but I thought they all sound like a good read and plan to be reading them soon! Happy reading.

Anthologies

Christmas At The Clubhouse

Spiced Holiday Kisses

Christmas with You

Whispers of Winter

Single Author

Moonshine & Mistletoe
Christmas On The Rocks

Lucky Christmas  

Christmas Dragon Style

A Christmas Wish

Cody's Christmas Surprise

Exes And Ho Ho Ho's

Delicious 

Lullay

Decidedly With Mistletoe

A Holiday For The Books  

Billionaire's Christmas
What The Elf?
Unwrapped

Kindle Unlimited

A Different Kind Of December
Holiday Intercepted

A Dickens of A Crime

Red Hot Christmas

The Most Wonderful Time of The Year

Home For Christmas

His Christmas Sweater

All I Got Was a Hangover

A Shining Star

What A New Year's Eve

Coming For Christmas

  And This Christmas

 You're All I Want For Christmas

Noel A Blue Collar Romance  

Throw Away That List of Don'ts

I may lose friends for this post but as I sit here drinking a Dr. Pepper at six in the morning I am asking myself are those the friends I want to surround myself with? Probably not. Who am I talking about? The know it all judgmental assholes who think they are the end all be all of writing and publishing.  I have been guilty of doing it myself at times. I judge books based on their covers. I love covers. They are my first impression of a book. It doesn't make me a bad person, just an honest one. 
Am I talking about one individual no I am talking about hundreds of people. There is nothing wrong with having an opinion. There is nothing wrong with voicing your opinion, you don't have to agree with me to be my friend. I will repeat you don't have to agree with me to be my friend. All I ask is you show me the same respect I give you.

What am I even talking about you ask?  Every single day that I get on my social media accounts I see people telling others what not to do when it comes to writing and releasing a book. Sure there is some great advice. Like don't steal images off Google and Pinterest and try to use them as your own. Copyright is important but that is not what this post is about.

Let's talk about craft and voice. I see the comments in almost every writer group I am in: I won't touch a book written in first person present tense and I laugh when I see those comments because, I write first person present, but I also write in first past and third. You know why? Because some stories demand to be written in a certain tense or point of view. I don't earn the big dollars but I do earn a living and support a family of four with my writing.  It isn't easy and I work harder than I ever have in my life because I am getting to do what I love. Write your story however it speaks to you.

Don't use improper grammar.
Don't use that name.
Don't write cliffhangers.
Don't design in PicMonkey.
Don't format in Word.

 Why the fuck not?  Again, why the fuck not?

Grammar rules were meant to be broken. The key is to know the rules and when to break them. When I first began writing I was terrible. I unpublished my first seven book because the stories  while they were enjoyable they were not well written. I now think of them as practice books. They are not what I want to be reader's first impressions of me but at the same time those books are great example of how far I have come and how much I have grown as a writer.

Character names. Unless you are trying to use the name Harry Potter or something else that is trademark protected you are good to go. I'm not saying go out and name your hero Kellan Kyle or Christian Grey but if you want to name him Kellan Grey do it up. Hmm...I kinda like that...anyway back on track to what I am going on about.

Cover design. If you can hire a professional cover artist fantastic, if not it is not the end of the world. Photoshop is the number one graphic design program, but let's be real it is hella hard to learn if you are not familiar with it. Using an alternative program like PicMonkey does not mean your cover is awful despite what others may say. PicMonkey is user friendly. There are other programs out there like Gimp that are okay too. Just make sure that you are saving a high resolution photo. I make sure mine are 300 dpi for print quality. I have used all three. Yes, I design my covers. I love doing it. I think they look fantastic and they get compliments all the time. Again, I support my family of four  and some of my bestselling books have a cover that had some design elements done on PicMonkey. I often flip between it and Photoshop depending on what I am doing. Fight me.

Vellum, I am sure is a great program. I haven't used it because I am a PC girl. I love my desktop. I have used Microsoft Word to format every book I have written both in paperback and ebook form. I also use my word docx. to upload to retailers. They convert the file to an epub, mobi, or pdf for me and I use Calibre if I need to make a certain file type myself. It is a fantastic and free to use program. I am not saying one is better than the other. You can also use Scrivener too.

Take that don't list people keep shoving down your throat and smash the shit out of it. Write what you want to write how you want to. My dont's are simple.
Don't be a dick.
Don't steal.
Don't let critics dictate how you create your art.
I am sure I have more but  get out there and write for you or to show all those don't people you smashed the shit out of their list.

Be happy. Life is short. Surround yourself with good people who will give you good advice but also lift you up with encouragement.

Uno's Truth is live Devils Rejects MC 5

Surprise! Uno's Truth is live early. The wait is over for book 5 of my Devils Rejects MC. I don't know if you are prepared for the mind fucks I bring you with this story but trust me you don't want to miss them either.  The twists and turns will have you ready to throw your e-reader. I am so excited to share this story with ya'll and it is leading up to some big things that involve the return of my Black Rebel Riders' MC. I will officially announce how these two series will come together at the end of Cocky's Fight book 6 of my Devils Rejects MC. I have another awesome announcement for ya'll below too! Glenna Uno's Truth

Will the truth set him free? Uno The past is a bitch to escape. No matter how hard I try to move forward, I wind up taking two steps back. The memories that haunt me…the secrets that hang over my head…if revealed could put me straight in the ground. All I want is a family of my own but the things I’ve done can’t be forgiven. Stephanie Revenge, that was our agreement. I married a man I shouldn’t have with a heavy heart. We both made promises we can’t keep. The lies we’ve told and the games we’ve played are deadly. I want out, but I know too much. Neither of us are getting out of this deal alive. It’s either him or me and I choose me. Melissa I fell in love with a monster and came to Webb Hollow looking for a new beginning. I can see a future with Uno. It’s mine for the taking, all I have to do is say yes to being his woman on the side. I’ve been the other woman before. I loved, and I lost. This time will be different. Read Now https://amzn.to/2J9Vn2v Catch Up Now! https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07H7HYWW1/ref=series_rw_dp_sw Coming Valentine's Day 2019   Black Hearts AN AZ World Anthology  Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42116212-black-hearts Recommended Reads!  Diesel by Jordan Marie  https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07FVGPKKM Renegade Sons by Dawn Martens and Emily Minton https://www.amazon.com/Renegade-Sons-MC-3-Book/dp/B011M963UI

Uno's Truth Devils Rejects MC 5 Cover and Blurb Reveal

Coming Soon! 

Uno's Truth 

Book 5 Devils Rejects MC 

Will the truth set him free?

Uno

The past is a bitch to escape. No matter how hard I try to move forward, I wind up taking two steps back. The memories that haunt me…the secrets that hang over my head…if revealed could put me straight in the ground. All I want is a family of my own but the things I’ve done can’t be forgiven.

Stephanie

Revenge, that was our agreement. I married a man I shouldn’t have with a heavy heart. We both made promises we can’t keep. The lies we’ve told and the games we’ve played are deadly. I want out, but I know too much. Neither of us are getting out of this deal alive. It’s either him or me and I choose me.

Melissa

I fell in love with a monster and came to Webb Hollow looking for a new beginning. I can see a future with Uno. It’s mine for the taking, all I have to do is say yes to being his woman on the side. I’ve been the other woman before. I loved, and I lost. This time will be different. 

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Crashing Into You Cover, Blurb, & Excerpt Reveal

Coming soon to an e-reader near you!
I am so excited to announce my upcoming release co-written with Allie Faye.
Who is Allie Faye, well she's me. Confused yet? I have been in the process of separating my dark romance and contemporary titles since this past summer.  I have announced the change a few times but some of you have missed it. I also have readers who don't follow me on social media so adding my Glenna name onto an Allie Faye title gives them a chance to find my Allie books that they might not know about. All my readers win this way, getting another fabulous book written by me.

Crashing Into you 

When June and her nightmare of a boyfriend get into an altercation she acts to defend herself, resulting in his untimely demise.

Scared out of her mind when the drug dealer he works for comes to collect the money he is owed she does the only thing she can—run.

Hiding in a small coastal town, the last thing she expects is to move next door to a good-looking sheriff’s deputy.

The longer she stays the more her lies begin to pile up and her relationship with her new neighbor heats up. The unexpected life she is building is about to come crashing down. When June’s past comes back to haunt her will the hunk next door be there to catch her when she falls?  

Excerpt 

The loud bass of my boyfriend’s truck stereo thumps under the carport as he pulls in and parks. The music cuts off with the engine. I hurry to put his dinner plate on the kitchen table as I hear his driver’s side door slamming shut with more force then necessary.

I jump as the back door swings open. One look at him and I know he’s drunk or high. Probably both. His brown eyes are rimmed with red and he has this lean to his walk. The scar above his top lip looks pink and angry as his mouth screws into a snarl. A dirty blackened hand runs through his greasy hair after working at the junkyard all day stripping wrecked cars of their good parts.

He moves to the fridge and takes out a beer, popping the cap off. Chugging the Miller Lite pony in three gulps he then tosses the drained bottle in the nearby trash. 

“I made you pork chops.” My voice comes out in a squeak. I never know which way his mood will go.

Sitting down at the table he picks up his fork and knife cutting into his meat. After chewing half a bite, he spits it out onto my freshly mopped floor. “Shit is fuckin’ dry just like your pussy.”

His insults don’t hurt me anymore. They did at first but not now. I stay quiet and taking away, the rose colored chipped plate dumping it food and all into the sink. I don’t know why I even try anymore. There hasn’t been anything left worth fighting for between us for nearly two years now. Dating the bad boy was fine when I was in high school. I did it to piss my old man off, but now the shit Chris is into is no longer cool. He’s not the guy I fell for. Addiction has an ugly hold on him and it is never letting go.

The chair scrapes across the floor as he pushes it back. I busy myself with getting him another beer. Feeding the beast. The monster who now lives inside him. He accepts my peace offering and goes to the bathroom. I let out a breath when the door shuts behind him and the shower kicks on.

I would leave him if I could. My father kicked me out when I became pregnant at seventeen. I thought Chris was my white knight when he moved me in with him. I was so wrong about him. I was wrong about everything. My hand goes to my stomach remembering how happy he seemed when I told him the news of our baby.

Then one day he got mad at me for no reason and accused me of trying to trap him. I should have seen the signs back then. There were warning signs. I chose to ignore them. I was determined to prove my father wrong and show him that Chris did love me. We were going to make it and be more than another teen parent statistic.

The shower shuts off and his cell phone rings. I hadn’t noticed it laying on the counter. I look at the screen. It’s his buddy, Flip, the guy he deals for. Chris marches into the kitchen with a towel slung low on his waist. The sight used to make my heart skip a beat now it only makes me sad. He’s skinny—unhealthy in appearance and no longer the muscular tough guy.

He grabs his phone and answers the call.

“Lo…yeah. Yeah. I got it. I just got out of the shower. Give me fifteen minutes.”  He goes back to the bedroom, and I lean against the kitchen counter taking deep breaths, trying not to cry as I remember the girl I used to be. The life I thought I should have. The life I imagined Chris would give me.

The bedroom door slams shut, and he stomps through the narrow hall, his eyes trained on me. I wish I could shrink or melt away as his gaze burns through me.

“Where did you hide my shit, you dumb bitch,” Chris roars at me, raising his fist in the air ready to strike.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I hold my arms up, folding them over my head for protection as he towers over me.

“Don’t lie to me, June. I know you took it.” I shake my head, but it only makes him angrier as his brows furrow. A crease forms across his forehead as he grabs both my wrists with one hand and yanks me by the hair with the other.  “Just tell me what you did with my stash and I swear I’ll let you go,” he seethes tugging me up by my hair. My scalp tightens and burns as he pulls so hard that he rips the blonde strands out.

“Please, Chris. Let me go. I swear I don’t know what you are talking about,” I cry and plead to deaf ears.

His response is to slam my head down on the green formica counter top. Pain radiates in my left ear as he holds me still. “I’m not playing, cunt. I want what’s mine,” he growls in my ear like a drooling beast and smacks his hand down next to my head.

I squeeze my eyes shut terrified for what will come next. “I swear to you if I knew where it was I would give it to you. Have you checked all your usual spots?”

His grip on my wrists loosens.  I take that as a no he hasn’t looked. He does this at least once a month. He hides his stash, so he doesn’t do up all of his product. The only problem with his method is he gets messed up and forgets what did with his drugs—use them himself.

Letting me go, he storms through our mobile home, and starts trashing the place. I stay where I am in the kitchen not taking the chance of getting in his path or setting him off again. Rubbing the tender spot on my scalp where he ripped my hair out I try to silence the sobs threatening to tear from my throat. 

The couch is turned up and the cushions strewn around in the small room. His fist goes through the mirror and blood squirts from his knuckles as he comes at me again. “I need that dope, June. I owe Flip a lot of money for it. If I don’t get it to him who do you think he’ll come after for payment.” His bloody fingers stroke my cheek and I shudder trying to shut my mind down from the bad memories, but they are all I have left.

Our baby would be a two and a half by now, but Chris got into debt with Flip and I paid the price. No, my child paid the price with his life. He beat me so severely I lost our child. Chris had blamed me. Said I took the drugs and we didn’t have any money to pay him.

Anger courses through my veins as his beer stenched breath blows in my face reeking like an old ashtray as well. His fingers move to my throat and he squeezes. My eyes widen as his grip tightens. Part of me hoping that this is it—the day he finally kills me and ends my misery.

“Look at me.” A dark laugh bubbles from his throat as I gasp for air and pull on his hand desperate for a breath. “That’s it fight me you dumb cunt.”

I don’t know what comes over me but the feeling of being tired and ready to give up dissipates as I think about the child he cost me. The happiness he stole from me. I want my life back, the one he robbed me of living. An eerie feeling creeps up on me and I know one of us isn’t leaving here alive. I pray that it isn’t me, but if it is I’ve made my peace. I put my hand on the counter, looking for a weapon. I mange to open a drawer and when I feel a blade slice my finger I don’t think I just grab it and defend myself.

I thrust my hand forward with my eyes closed not knowing if I will meet anything but air until I feel the cotton fabric of his shirt rubbing against me and the warmth of his blood coating my hand.

I open my eyes as shock masks his face and his fingers leave my throat. He looks at me and then the area where I stabbed him in his upper right side.  “You fucking stabbed me,” he chokes out as he grabs the handle of the knife and pulls it out.

I scoot away from him inching toward the back door. He points the knife blade at me. “Oh, you bitch. Nothing would give me greater pleasure.” A devilish smirk stretches across his face as he lunges forward. I grab the skillet from the stove, it’s still full of warm grease and three other pieces of meat, and I swing.

The moment moves in slow motion, like a TKO in a boxing match when the opponent’s mouth goes sideways before the rest of their head. The pan connects with his face and he goes down hard, knocking his head on the kitchen table before he meets the floor. The knife falls from his hand and slides under the stove.

Gripping the edge of the sink I tap him with my foot, but he doesn’t respond.  Bile rises in my throat as I look down at him sprawled in the floor laying like he is waiting to be traced in a chalk outline.

My hand flies to my mouth as hot tears slide down my cheeks. What have I done? Oh God, what have I done?