Guns & roses

by Glenna Maynard

  Glenna

  Reading Order

  Grim The Beginning (BRRMC 1)

  Rumor (BRRMC 2)

  Baby (BRRMC 3)

  Striker (BRRMC 4)

  Romeo (BRRMC 5)

  Heart of A Rebel (BRRMC 6)

  A Rebel Love (BRRMC 7)

  A Rebel In The Roses (BRRMC 8)

  Born Sinner (standalone)

  Blood of A Rebel (BRRMC 9)

  The Devil’s Rebel (BRRMC 10)

  Hades’ Flame (DRMC 1)

  Boogeyman’s Dream (DRMC 2)

  Reaper’s Till Death (DRMC 3)

  Cupid’s Arrow (DRMC 4)

  Uno’s Truth (DRMC 5)

  Moonshine & Mistletoe (BRDMC 1)

  Cocky’s Fight (DRMC 6)

  Devil Dick (BRRMC Roadhouse Tales 1)

  Guns & Roses (BRDMC 2)

  About Glenna

  Glenna Maynard is a Kentucky native with a passion for romance, best known for her bestselling series The Black Rebel Riders' MC. When she isn't arguing with the voices in her head or drinking reader tears, she enjoys watching classic TV shows with her two children and longtime leading man.

  You can also find Glenna on several social media sites including Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram, Blogger, Book+Main Bites, and Goodreads. You are also invited to join her reader group on Facebook just search for Glenna’s Rebels.

  Available Now

  Black Rebel Riders’ MC

  Grim The Beginning

  Rumor

  Baby

  Striker

  Romeo

  Heart of A Rebel

  A Rebel Love

  A Rebel In The Roses

  Blood of A Rebel

  The Devil’s Rebel

  Black Rebel Devils MC

  Moonshine & Mistletoe

  Guns & Roses

  Devils Rejects MC

  Hades’ Flame

  Boogeyman’s Dream

  Reaper’s Till Death

  Cupid’s Arrow

  Uno’s Truth

  Cocky’s Fight

  Sons Of Destruction

  Dark Paradise: The Apocalypse

  Paradise Lost: Wasteland

  Paradise Found: Resurrection

  BRRMC Roadhouse Tales

  Devil Dick

  Pecker Wrecker

  Cock Blocker

  Sassy Pants

  Cruel Love

  The Story of Killian & Liri

  The Conclusion of Killian & Liri

  Stand Alone Titles

  Beauty & The Biker

  Born Sinner

  Lil’ Red & The Big Bad Biker

  Making Her Mine

  Dirty Love

  Dirty Truth

  Don’t Let Me Go

  Stone Deception

  Jameson’s Addiction

  Cowritten with Dawn Martens

  You Wreck Me (Prospects)

  You Break Me (Prospects)

  The Boom

  Allie Faye Books

  Crashing Into You

  You Rock Me

  My Best Friend’s Girl

  Then There Was You

  Must Love Curves

  Preview Devil Dick

  Devil Dick

  A chance encounter.

  No names.

  One night.

  They both agreed that was all it would ever be, but three months later Camreigh is in for the shock of her life. On her own, she has no choice but to turn to her family for help. She thinks she has everything figured out—that is until her one-night stand decides maybe he wants something more.

  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 have to have read my other biker series to read this one.

  Chapter 1

  ~Camreigh~

  “I just took a wrong turn is all,” Matt argues from behind the wheel. I don’t know what Tina finds so irresistible about the guy. He’s kind of a preppy goober. He wears Dockers and Polo shirts or button downs everywhere he goes. A true southern momma’s boy who will probably follow in his daddy’s footsteps and sell insurance.

  “We’re lost,” I announce as we pass by more country scenery. Nothing but rolling farmland for miles. Some cows and wheat not much else to look at but we passed by I shit you not a corral of mini horses. I wanted to stop to pet them, but my friends refused. Jerks. “I’m seriously going to piss all over myself if you don’t pull over soon,” I grumble from the backseat. “I don’t care if I have to squat with the cows.”

  Tina laughs. Her dirty blond hair drapes over her shoulders in loose curls. Her bright red lips striking against the white of her teeth and her hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. “That’s a visual I didn’t need in my head. There was a sign for some bar up ahead. We can stop there,” my best friend promises as she glances back at me over the front passenger seat.

  Jeff, my date is sweating profusely next to me, his nerves getting the best of him. I can’t believe I let Tina talk me into this date with Matt’s cousin. I knew better, but I didn’t want to be stuck alone on a Friday night either, and it was a free concert ticket. Now I am regretting this poor choice. Jeff may be a super guy but he’s a baby and probably still high school. He looks fifteen and judging by his acne like he has hit a rough patch in puberty. Military man my ass. Maybe he is a member of the JROTC. I’m not an overly vain person, but I’m twenty-three, and I know I’m attractive. I need a real man. But what I need right now more than anything is to escape this car and this nightmare of a date. Not to mention again that we are seriously lost and not going to make the opening act of the show. This night has turned into a total shit show of a nightmare circus I can’t escape from.

  The bar comes into view. It’s a biker bar. I know this by the row of motorcycles parked up front and the lack of cars. Matt pulls his BMW into the lot and has barely parked the vehicle before I am unclicking of my seatbelt and scrambling out. I wasn’t kidding. That Hard Lemonade has gone straight through me and my bladder is ready to explode.

  A sign on the front says: Roadhouse.

  Tina is chasing after me. “Cam, wait up.”

  I should pause and wait for my friend, but I am super pissed at her right now. She told me that Matt’s cousin was home on a furlough from the military. I ignore her plea and keep walking. As soon as I am about to walk through the front door someone comes sailing through the glass window. Loud music and laughter filters from inside the bar. Going inside is probably a terrible idea. I look down at the bear of a man who is laying on his back groaning and holding a cut on his forearm. My need to relieve my bladder presses once more, and I decide I would rather go inside than piss myself.

  I walk in and don’t look anywhere except for a sign pointing to the bathroom. I ignore the looks and whistles as I maneuver through the crowded bar. I can hear Tina muttering a polite excuse me as she follows me. I find the single stall bathroom at the back of the place near the pool tables, quickly close the door and lock it before she can come in after me.

  “Come on, Camreigh. I’m sorry.” Her palm slaps the door, and I pretend not to hear her. My focus is on taking care of business. Sweet relief filters through me, and I let out a sigh. Tina is knocking on the door. “Hurry up, Cam. This place is um…we don’t fit in here.”

  I can see her clutching her pearls in my mind. Tina is a good girl and wouldn’t ever come to a bar like this one willingly. Me though…I like to live dangerously. Sometimes you just gotta take a walk on the wild side. We only live once, and I try to make every single day count. I learned at a young age that life is fleeting, and tomorrow is never promised. My twin brother was killed by a motorist who was speeding through our quiet neighborhood when I was eight years old. It was a tragic and senseless accident. Adam had been shooting hoops with our Dad, and I was jumping on the trampoline pretending
I was an Olympic gymnast. It all happened so fast. The basketball bounced off the backboard and went into the road, rolling to a stop across the street.

  Sometimes when I close my eyes, I can still hear my father’s blood curdling scream, “Adam, nooo,” as the apple of his eye ceased to exist. Then the thumping sound of his little body being thrown over the car. It all happened so quickly.

  A shiver runs through me, and I take a deep breath, returning to the present. The thing about memories is they can creep up on you at any moment and shake you to your core. I dry my hands and smooth my features in the mirror.

  I open the bathroom door to find Tina, Matt, and Jeff in a huddle waiting for me. Jesus. I strut on past them, ignoring their nervous expressions. I go straight to the bar, taking up a stool next to some guy whose vest says he rides for a club called Black Rebel Rider’s MC. He glances at me then grins. His teeth dig into his bottom lip like he is amused by me. His hand goes around the tumbler on the bar filled with a sunset colored liquid.

  “I didn’t know angels came to shitholes like this.” He moves to knock the drink back, but I stop him.

  “I’ll let you in on a secret,” I whisper. “I’m no angel.” Placing my hand on his wrist, I guide the glass to my mouth, sucking down the drink that’s strong enough to make my eyes roll back in my head.

  “My Mom always told me not to play with fire,” he tells me with a chuckle. “But I’ve always been drawn to the flame.”

  “You know what they say. If you can’t stand the heat…”

  “Get out the kitchen,” he finishes for me with a gritty voice that is deep enough it vibrates all through me.

  “Come on. We need to be getting on the road.” Tina is tapping me on the shoulder.

  My new friend slides the empty tumbler to the bartender who refills it immediately and adds a second glass, dropping a few cubes of ice in it. I curl my fingers around the cool drink and down it. I’m going to need it to make it through the rest of this night.

  “Thanks for the drink.” I lick my lips and start to leave when he stops me.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Telling you would spoil the moment.” I wink and follow Tina toward the door. I attempt to fight the urge to look back and lose the battle. Sweet Lord. I lift my head up glancing over my shoulder. I meet his heated gaze, getting a good full look at the man. He’s tall, like tall enough I could climb him like a tree. He’s got muscles and tattoos for days as he folds his arms over his chest and stares me down in challenge. His dark hair lays over his forehead and his green eyes seem to shine with curiosity. Heat travels up my neck and spreads over my face. The way he is looking at me I would bet he is imagining what I’d look like in a lot less than the tight jeans and ripped black top I am wearing. It has little cuts over my cleavage. The dark dusting of stubble on his jaws would tickle my thighs.

  I don’t know what makes me do it, but I start back in his direction and wrap a hand around the back of his head and pull him down. On my tip toes, I press my lips to his. I hear someone whistle but ignore them. The taste of liquor stains my tongue as it glides along his. A strong grip seizes my hip right above the waistline of my low-cut jeans, and I love the rough feel of his fingers too much and catch myself letting out a moan. Ending the kiss, I pull back and say, “Maybe we’ll meet again sometime.”

  “Maybe we will.” He smirks at me, and I go back to the door where my group is waiting for me.

  “What the hell was that?” Tina hisses in my ear.

  “I don’t know.” I giggle and touch the soft pads of my red painted fingernails to my lips.

  I don’t make it to the car before this bad ass biker gives chase. I can feel his presence as he approaches me from behind. Goosebumps pebble along my arms in awareness of his close proximity.

  “We don’t want any trouble,” Matt says with a slight tremble in his voice.

  I turn around slowly and stare him down. He’s big, bad, and pure sex.

  The biker rubs his jaw and looks at me with such intensity I can scarcely breathe. “It’s sometime,” his rough voice vibrates through every bone in my body.

  My lips curve upward, and I can’t deny the smile stretching across my face. I grab my purse from the backseat and Tina gapes at me. “What are you doing?”

  “I’ll call you later.” I don’t look back and strut toward the handsome stranger.

  Preview Hell on Heelz

  Morgan Jane Mitchell

  Love Bikers? What about an all female MC?

  Girl Meets Boy? Nah - This is an Outlaw Meets Outlaw Love Story. FULL LENGTH, STAND ALONE BIKER ROMANCE

  "They say time heals all wounds, but my time's done run out. I'm no spring chicken, but it's more than that. I've been mad as hell for far too long. It's made me a different woman, a bitter woman. No, they don't call me Rage for nothing--I'm a twisting bitch tornado and that's before you make me mad. When I'm not fuming, I'm secretly festering in suffocating smog of self-loathing. A man did this to me, and now that I've finally met another man, one who calms my storm, one I might let break through the thick thorny vines I've wrapped around my heart--I fear there's nothing left of me."

  Edie Pearl, better known as RAGE never thought her decision to leave her cheating husband and join the Hell on Heelz would land her as the potential president of the female outlaw motorcycle club when the Banshee is murdered. Rage has spent the last two years mad as hell, nursing her broken heart with booze and fast men. When she's pitted against her fellow heel, Dixie, in a race to track down the Banshee's killer, she meets the man of her dreams.

  Mud may be the only man to get her motor running, but he's also her sworn enemy. Will Rage do the unthinkable and choose a man over her club?Mud's been a mess since his twin brother left the Asphalt Gods' MC. He'd hate to have to kill his own kin. When Scar shows Mud mercy by sparing his brother, he thinks everything will finally be back to normal. He's proven wrong. A ride to California is interrupted by the Heelz. After he leaves Scar and catches up to his enemy, he finds a beautiful woman, one he cannot resist. Showing her the same mercy puts Mud in even more jeopardy. His heart on the line with his life, which road will he choose?

  *Even though we met the Hell on Heelz MC in Scar and Seven Sunsets, Asphalt Gods' MC, Hell on Heelz can be read as a standalone or as Book 3

  18+ for content

  www.themorganjane.com

  Saving Me (Blackstone, #1)

  by Nickie Nalley Seidler

  On the run from a man who's become a monster, Stacy abandons her old life. It's here that she meets Jack, the sexy neighbor with the ready smile, a heart of gold, and a very complicated past.

  Moving on proves to be way more difficult when the monster turns up dead, and the mafia shows up to collect on his debts. In the wake of tragedy, Stacy's new identity is born, and a new beginning blossoms.

  Alone, far from home, and with so many questions still left unanswered, Stacy now has to trust Jack with her secrets, fight the past that haunts her, and take back her life before it’s too late.

  Bullets fly and sirens wail. At the end of the day, who's going to be left standing?