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    Calder & Maggie
    Calder & Maggie
    Calder & Maggie
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    Calder & Maggie

    By Glenna Maynard

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    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?

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGlenna Maynard
    Release dateJun 10, 2020
    ISBN9781393890607
    Calder & Maggie
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    Glenna Maynard

    Glenna Maynard is a USA TODAY & Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author most known for her gritty Black Rebel Riders' MC saga.  She has a passion for writing antiheroes but occasionally takes a walk on the sweeter side. Bikers, Rockstars, the boy next door, Glenna writes them all. 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. Her favorite books to read change with her mood, but she always enjoys a good historical romance.

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      Calder & Maggie - Glenna Maynard

      Dedication

      To happy endings.

      Calder & Maggie  

      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?

      *previously titled Crashing into You*

      Content

      Dedication

      Blurb

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Epilogue

      About Glenna

      Also By

      Preview Stealing Conleigh  

      Chapter 1

      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 than necessary.

      I jump as the trailer door swings open. One look at him and I know he’s drunk or high. Probably both. His brown eyes are rimmed in 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, 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 the bastard rips the blonde strands out.

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

      His response is to slam my head down on the green formica countertop. 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

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