Calder & Maggie: A Small Town Romance by Glenna Maynard
On the run and hiding in a small coastal town after committing a crime, the last thing Maggie 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. When the past comes back to haunt her will the hunk next door be there to catch her when she falls?
The President of the Saint’s Outlaws MC is about to meet the one woman who could bring his entire empire to its knees.
And when Bash wants something? He doesn’t let it go.
THE TROPES
Motorcycle Club Romance
Second Chance Romance
Childhood Sweethearts
Strong, Secretive FMC
Cartel Ties & Family Betrayal
Morally Grey, Possessive MMC
️ Touch Her & Die
EXCERPT
I felt cold when I woke up, and realised the warm body was gone. The sound of leather being pulled on made me turn and I saw Bash was getting dressed.
Good. At least he didn’t want to stick around for the awkward morning after chat.
“I know you’re awake,” he said, his voice a deep rumble of half sleep and half arousal. “Your breathing changed.”
I turned to see him looking at me, a smirk on his face. “I have to get back to the club.”
“Sayonara,” I offered with a fake salute. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out, Bastián.”
His hand hovered over the door handle of the bedroom, his steps faltering and I realised just how badly I f**ked up.
“I never told you my name.”
F**k. F**k. F**k.
He turned around, his brows pulled tight as if he were trying to figure out what he had already known.
“There’s only one person who has ever called me Bastián.”
“You must have told me,” I tried for nonchalance, but I should have known better. This was Bash we were talking about. The son of the Navarro cartel boss. The man who should have taken over after he died.
He crossed the distance to me, pulling me up and pulling my hair back while he looked into my eyes.
Finding love again was never in Meg’s plans. One eventful morning at the dollar store changes her life forever. Can she let Lo in her life without losing herself again? Or will she walk away from the one true thing that could make her happy?
Due to sexual content and profanity, this book is recommended for ages 18+. Re-edited 5/2021 ***Book 1 in The Devil’s Knights Series***
She ran from me at eighteen. Spent eight years pretending I was a nightmare she’d outgrown.
Cute.
I wasn’t her nightmare. I was her future—she just didn’t know it yet.
I bullied her in high school because I was sixteen and savage and she was the only thing I ever wanted that I couldn’t take. So, I made her miserable. Made sure no one touched her. Made sure she went to bed every night with my name in her teeth like a curse.
She hated me. Good. Hate is just obsession without the honesty.
Eight years later, our parents’ marriage is crumbling and the family’s drowning in debt they don’t know I own.
Every dollar—every last one—I bought with her name on my lips.
Now she’s home. My house. My rules. My week.
Seven nights before Thanksgiving. Seven nights of whatever I want, and the debt disappears.
She thinks she’s surviving me. She doesn’t realize I’m ruining her on purpose.
By Thursday, she’ll sit at my table, say grace with our family, and when I tell her to say thank you—she won’t just mean it. She’ll be desperate to.
***Say Thank You is a dark Thanksgiving romance featuring step-siblings with no biological relation. Their parents married when they were sixteen—they did not grow up together as children. This book contains mature themes, dubious consent, graphic spice, and a morally corrupt MMC who doesn’t apologize for what he wants. Reader discretion is advised.
“Dirty, dangerous, and just a little desperate. Exactly how I like my dark romance.”
“LOVE that Jules wasn’t some sheltered little princess waiting for a dangerous man to corrupt her. She understood the world he operated in, and she knew exactly how to push him.”
“This wasn’t a story where falling in love magically made a killer a good man. He was still exactly who he’d always been. He just had one more reason to pull the trigger.”
“Colt didn’t mean to save Jules but somehow she became the most dangerous thing in his life.”
“The tension wasn’t just about whether they’d end up together. More like if they would survive it.”
“The desert heat was nothing compared to the tension between these two.”
“I could taste the dust and feel the sweat sliding down my spine.”
“The chemistry left me panting.”
1973, Arizona
She ran away to escape her cartel fiancé and ended up in a town with no law, no mercy, and the fear of having to constantly look over her shoulder.
He came back to the place he couldn’t leave fast enough to bury his father and get lost in a bottle.
Jules Saint has one goal… to keep her head down and stay alive.
Colt Alverez has no plans to get involved.
But once he tastes her, he doesn’t just want to save her.
He wants to claim her.
She’s not protected, she’s his, and he’ll kill anyone who dares to threaten what belongs to him.
What do you get a Scrooge for the holidays? These grumpy men have it all, except for one thing: love. Romance is the last thing on their minds as they intend to brood their way through the holidays. But when a mail-order bride shows up unexpectedly, their plans are turned upside down in the best way possible. As these women melt their Scrooge’s cold heart with plenty of heat, there’s only one question: When the season ends, will the love they’ve found remain?
A Bride for Scrooge is a mulit-author holiday series. Each story features a cold-hearted grump and the surprise bride who unexpectedly steals his heart. These insta-love romances can be read as a complete standalones, HEA guaranteed.
From USA TODAY Bestselling Author Morgan Jane Mitchell comes the first of her brand-new series in a shared world, Bitter’s Sweet, Grave Prowlers MC: Tennessee
Instead, I end up at the Grave Prowlers’ School of the Dead, where I’m learning mortuary cosmetology, my new mentor renames me Sweet, and the club’s grumpy enforcer decides keeping me alive is his personal responsibility.
Bitter Adams doesn’t do relationships.
And I don’t do casual. That should make us nothing.
It doesn’t. Because Bitter feeds me, fixes what’s broken, and makes me believe I’m more than another woman in his bed.
Then he chooses his club over me.
And just when I think there’s nothing left for him to destroy, I walk in on him banging another woman inside a coffin.
So I walk away.
Right as the Grave Prowlers’ annual carnival turns the town into a twisted playground of coffin races, grave-digging contests, moonshine, and secrets buried deeper than the dead.
Straight into the hands of the Raven Fork Reapers ex who still thinks I belong to him.
BITTER
Club has always come first.
Then Sweet walks into my life and starts making that rule harder to live by.
She says no to casual sex, calls me on my bullshit, and somehow makes my apartment feel like a home. The closer she gets, the more I remember exactly what loving the wrong woman once cost my brothers.
So when the club needs something from me, I betray Sweet before she can ever betray me.
Then I make it worse.
I reject her. Publicly. Cruelly.
And Razor uses the chaos of the carnival and the old cement dump everyone calls the murder hole to take advantage of the damage I caused.
Now Sweet is in the hands of a man who thinks love means ownership, and I’m done pretending she means nothing.
I didn’t push her away because I didn’t want her. I pushed her away because she was becoming the one thing more dangerous than losing my club.