Jayha Leigh

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About Jayha Leigh
Two pens...one-of-a-kind adventures...zero apologies.
A kickazz tag-team bound together by the pen, Jeanie (the shagalicious wordslinger) and Jayha (the literary badazz) are forces of nature that will either leave you begging for mercy or begging for more.
We are women who have brains we aren't afraid to use; feelings we aren't afraid to express; and, middle fingers that we aren't afraid to extend. We pen stories that push all kinds of boundaries and we don't apologize for it. Our heroines are feisty; our heroes are hot, and our stories are one-of-a-kind adventures.
A kickazz tag-team bound together by the pen, Jeanie (the shagalicious wordslinger) and Jayha (the literary badazz) are forces of nature that will either leave you begging for mercy or begging for more.
We are women who have brains we aren't afraid to use; feelings we aren't afraid to express; and, middle fingers that we aren't afraid to extend. We pen stories that push all kinds of boundaries and we don't apologize for it. Our heroines are feisty; our heroes are hot, and our stories are one-of-a-kind adventures.
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Books By Jayha Leigh
You Can Lead a Norse to Water but You Can't Make Him Kink (Lions and Tigers and Weres Book 3)
Feb 8, 2012
$2.99
Alpha Siberian Tiger Shifter Dagr Brynjar considered Epoch Udane a friend—not simply because she was the most badazz geologist ever, but because she was all of the things a man could want in a woman…that he didn’t love like a sister. Much to disgust of his best friend Jarl, he’d do anything for her. That’s the only reason he was out here in the worst blizzard since ever. Still, being a tiger shifter, he wasn’t about to let a little snow stop him or cause him to speak a bad word against Epoch even when that meant he was giving up hot women to play babysitter to her little sister. Yep, he’d never speak a bad word against Epoch…and then he met her sister. A magnet for all things WTF, Era Udane was a strange combination of crazy, mean and southern. And thanks to a snowstorm he was stuck with her…in the midst of a BDSM conference that was attended by beings just as crazy as she was. At the end of the day, he had two choices: strangle the woman or simply sex her silent.
$5.99
Carolina Gilchrist-Williams is a feisty, educated, sexy full-figured black woman whose sole purpose is to get to her baby (Mariana Madeira from Hot Like Fire: The Taming and Deliberation of Mariana) in Colorado who has just discovered that she’s pregnant.
However, when Carolina arrives, she is greeted by the one man…the one who has taken it upon himself to invade her damned fantasies for the past month and a half. The fine MF had been doing that since she’d gotten her first glimpse of him at Mariana and Samson American wedding ceremony. She had no idea who he was except that he was freaking hot, arrogant, damn hot, big, smoking hot, and to the absolute horror of her inner dashiki-clad activist whose enemy was ‘the man’ and whose goal was challenging harmful social structures...he is white!
Mackenzie Roberts was literally floored by the stark violence that had been directed his way by the luscious, fully-figured African-American woman at his good friend Samson Madeira’s wedding. But damn it all to hell the woman’s less-than-welcoming demeanor hadn’t done a f**king thing to cool his ardor. If anything it had inflamed it!
Events at the wedding had prevented the two volatile personalities from getting together and…
…cuss that fine MF out (her)
…drag that tempting woman in my arms and drink from those luscious lips (him) but now their worlds are about to collide and the North American continent is going to hear all about it!
Carolina and Mackenzie epitomise the age old saying of: Where there’s SMOKE multiple orgasms are bound to follow.
However, when Carolina arrives, she is greeted by the one man…the one who has taken it upon himself to invade her damned fantasies for the past month and a half. The fine MF had been doing that since she’d gotten her first glimpse of him at Mariana and Samson American wedding ceremony. She had no idea who he was except that he was freaking hot, arrogant, damn hot, big, smoking hot, and to the absolute horror of her inner dashiki-clad activist whose enemy was ‘the man’ and whose goal was challenging harmful social structures...he is white!
Mackenzie Roberts was literally floored by the stark violence that had been directed his way by the luscious, fully-figured African-American woman at his good friend Samson Madeira’s wedding. But damn it all to hell the woman’s less-than-welcoming demeanor hadn’t done a f**king thing to cool his ardor. If anything it had inflamed it!
Events at the wedding had prevented the two volatile personalities from getting together and…
…cuss that fine MF out (her)
…drag that tempting woman in my arms and drink from those luscious lips (him) but now their worlds are about to collide and the North American continent is going to hear all about it!
Carolina and Mackenzie epitomise the age old saying of: Where there’s SMOKE multiple orgasms are bound to follow.
$2.99
One of the most storied establishments in existence, Ius Gyms has turned out more title holders than European royalty. A family business, the gym has provided jobs for Ius males since the doors first opened. For decades Ius Gyms was a male-dominated bastion…and then Jaden Ius was born.
The only female child in a family overrun by males, Jaden didn’t let her gender prevent her from taking her place in the gym. She might have different genitalia, but she had the recognizable Ius size, drive, and technique. Her drive made her excel in school and in her role as CFO; her technique made her one of the best trainers in the field. No one handed Jaden either of those titles; she’d spent a whole lot of years working her ass for them. Too much time, according to her father.
Having watched a TV show about women taking time to be women, her father had not only demanded she take a vacation, he’d ridden her ass hard until she’d settled on a vacation destination. Not only had he paid for it, he’d personally put her on the plane. And that’s how she’d ended up in Lækkert, Denmark at TresNi Resort. Maybe if she’d actually picked a place instead of allowing her best friend—pit boss Calypso Atarah—to choose a place for her, she wouldn’t have found herself deep in the pristine woods of Lækkert, Denmark. It wasn’t the pristine woods she took issue with; it was the adult-themed resort bit with which she took offense.
Like all Brynjar males, Ívarr was handsome, educated, wealthy and accustomed to having his way. Unlike most Brynjars, he didn’t do mingling. Preferring to prowl the dense forest in tiger form, he only took human form when absolutely necessary. And being that no one liked him, it was rarely necessary. If not for his cousin Dagr’s never-ending attempts to “civilize” him, he’d only take human form to mate. Lately, even mating wasn’t enough to make him want to take human form.
And then he’d smelled her. Though Jaden Ius made him want to take human form, the six foot two inch, two hundred pound beauty brought out the beast in him. All he could think about when in her presence was the two of them together: hot, sweaty, and naked. Not scared of him or his tiger, Jaden was the perfect match for him; now all he had to do was convince her…and the contingent of angry Ius males who arrived demanding answers.
The only female child in a family overrun by males, Jaden didn’t let her gender prevent her from taking her place in the gym. She might have different genitalia, but she had the recognizable Ius size, drive, and technique. Her drive made her excel in school and in her role as CFO; her technique made her one of the best trainers in the field. No one handed Jaden either of those titles; she’d spent a whole lot of years working her ass for them. Too much time, according to her father.
Having watched a TV show about women taking time to be women, her father had not only demanded she take a vacation, he’d ridden her ass hard until she’d settled on a vacation destination. Not only had he paid for it, he’d personally put her on the plane. And that’s how she’d ended up in Lækkert, Denmark at TresNi Resort. Maybe if she’d actually picked a place instead of allowing her best friend—pit boss Calypso Atarah—to choose a place for her, she wouldn’t have found herself deep in the pristine woods of Lækkert, Denmark. It wasn’t the pristine woods she took issue with; it was the adult-themed resort bit with which she took offense.
Like all Brynjar males, Ívarr was handsome, educated, wealthy and accustomed to having his way. Unlike most Brynjars, he didn’t do mingling. Preferring to prowl the dense forest in tiger form, he only took human form when absolutely necessary. And being that no one liked him, it was rarely necessary. If not for his cousin Dagr’s never-ending attempts to “civilize” him, he’d only take human form to mate. Lately, even mating wasn’t enough to make him want to take human form.
And then he’d smelled her. Though Jaden Ius made him want to take human form, the six foot two inch, two hundred pound beauty brought out the beast in him. All he could think about when in her presence was the two of them together: hot, sweaty, and naked. Not scared of him or his tiger, Jaden was the perfect match for him; now all he had to do was convince her…and the contingent of angry Ius males who arrived demanding answers.
In Love and Trust (Mid NFW Mayhem Book 8)
Apr 7, 2012
$3.99
“Possession is nine-tenths of the law, and the other tenth is being able to whip your opponent’s ass” was the motto of the women in the Nyarai family. While no Nyarai possessed much of anything, what they had they held on to real tight. It was easier to pry a firearm from the cold, dead hands of an NRA president than to take shit from a Nyarai woman. The ERs were littered with those who had tried.
In the case of Trust Nyarai, so was so the swamp. With a body made for cat suits, and legs made for stiletto heels, Trust looked like she should be rocking a cape. She didn’t rock a cape. She considered cat suits to be tight-assed onesies for grown people and Elvis impersonators. The only type of shoes she owned had steel in the toes, Gore-Tex membranes and rubber soles. A badass chopper-riding, machete-wielding woman, Trust was good at three things: slinging hash, separating assholes from their entrails, and protecting her niece.
When the latest WTF jumped off in their backwoods town, Trust gathers her niece, a sweet ride and a map. Hitting the open road, they embarked on the road trip to end all road trips. With four million miles of paved and unpaved roads, they could’ve landed anywhere, but they ended up in Mid No Fucking Where. Trust wasn’t ready for Mid NFW…especially the Highland barbarian Viking who’d introduced himself by waving his sword at her.
Thamesis Ceanncath was bad tempered and one of the most lethal warriors the world had witnessed. His prowess in battle had earned him a fearsome reputation…and banishment from his native Scotland, the rest of Europe and most of Asia. With no wars to wage in the Peach State, he’d taken up new hobbies: riding choppers, fucking with his fellow barbarians and enjoying Southern cuisine.
And then Trust Nyarai rode into town. Caught up being jealous of the jeans that had the privilege of cupping her gorgeous ass, he wasn’t prepared for the wicked-looking machete she pulled out…and neither was the man she’d pulled it on. While a woman brandishing a weapon turned him on no end, she was threatening his friend, and he simply couldn’t have that. Employing the stealth that made him so lethal, he held the beauty at the end of his sword and whispered a demand.
And thus began their relationship…as far as he was concerned. He decided he wanted her the moment he witnessed her handling her weapon. He decided he was going to keep her the moment she responded to his threat with one of her own. She may not have mouthed it, but she yelled it with her eyes. Later, when they’d had some alone time, she reiterated it with her beautiful, tempting mouth.
Yeah, she was his. Now all he had to do was convince her…and the rest of Mid NFW, who’d taken a liking to the spirited woman. No one was making it easy for him. Instead of getting angry, he simply grew harder and more determined. Not a man to back down from a fight, he wasn’t going to start now. Lord help them all.
In the case of Trust Nyarai, so was so the swamp. With a body made for cat suits, and legs made for stiletto heels, Trust looked like she should be rocking a cape. She didn’t rock a cape. She considered cat suits to be tight-assed onesies for grown people and Elvis impersonators. The only type of shoes she owned had steel in the toes, Gore-Tex membranes and rubber soles. A badass chopper-riding, machete-wielding woman, Trust was good at three things: slinging hash, separating assholes from their entrails, and protecting her niece.
When the latest WTF jumped off in their backwoods town, Trust gathers her niece, a sweet ride and a map. Hitting the open road, they embarked on the road trip to end all road trips. With four million miles of paved and unpaved roads, they could’ve landed anywhere, but they ended up in Mid No Fucking Where. Trust wasn’t ready for Mid NFW…especially the Highland barbarian Viking who’d introduced himself by waving his sword at her.
Thamesis Ceanncath was bad tempered and one of the most lethal warriors the world had witnessed. His prowess in battle had earned him a fearsome reputation…and banishment from his native Scotland, the rest of Europe and most of Asia. With no wars to wage in the Peach State, he’d taken up new hobbies: riding choppers, fucking with his fellow barbarians and enjoying Southern cuisine.
And then Trust Nyarai rode into town. Caught up being jealous of the jeans that had the privilege of cupping her gorgeous ass, he wasn’t prepared for the wicked-looking machete she pulled out…and neither was the man she’d pulled it on. While a woman brandishing a weapon turned him on no end, she was threatening his friend, and he simply couldn’t have that. Employing the stealth that made him so lethal, he held the beauty at the end of his sword and whispered a demand.
And thus began their relationship…as far as he was concerned. He decided he wanted her the moment he witnessed her handling her weapon. He decided he was going to keep her the moment she responded to his threat with one of her own. She may not have mouthed it, but she yelled it with her eyes. Later, when they’d had some alone time, she reiterated it with her beautiful, tempting mouth.
Yeah, she was his. Now all he had to do was convince her…and the rest of Mid NFW, who’d taken a liking to the spirited woman. No one was making it easy for him. Instead of getting angry, he simply grew harder and more determined. Not a man to back down from a fight, he wasn’t going to start now. Lord help them all.
Hot Like Fire REMIX
Mar 15, 2012
$2.99
Samson Ahiga Madeira is the American Dream. He has money like Midas, a mind like a steel trap, and a body like OH DAMN!!! But for everything he does have, he doesn't have a woman that would tempt him to give it all up…the one whom would complete his whole life. While vacationing at a South Pacific resort, he literally stumbles across the path of his destiny. Mariana may have been the type of woman that Gaugin's canvases were made for, but to him she was simply the woman that he'd spent the last thirty odd years breathing for.
Mariana Alofe Semisi is an inferno waiting to happen. Vacationing at the exotic resort as a treat for not making her ex the subject of a forensics show, she hopes to make peace with the woman she is and say good riddance to the woman she'll never be. In the process she finds the one man that sees right through her serene disposition and her carefully-constructed don't-give-a-damns. Regardless of swearing off of men, Mariana is drawn to Samson…then again Samson is not simply a man. He is the only man.
It's obvious that Samson and Mariana belong with each other regardless of the men that want her back and her own denials. It's also obvious that Samson plans on winning this battle of wills. And it's just as obvious that for once, Mariana has found a contest that she doesn't mind losing.
Mariana Alofe Semisi is an inferno waiting to happen. Vacationing at the exotic resort as a treat for not making her ex the subject of a forensics show, she hopes to make peace with the woman she is and say good riddance to the woman she'll never be. In the process she finds the one man that sees right through her serene disposition and her carefully-constructed don't-give-a-damns. Regardless of swearing off of men, Mariana is drawn to Samson…then again Samson is not simply a man. He is the only man.
It's obvious that Samson and Mariana belong with each other regardless of the men that want her back and her own denials. It's also obvious that Samson plans on winning this battle of wills. And it's just as obvious that for once, Mariana has found a contest that she doesn't mind losing.
$2.99
With two undergraduate degrees, an MA in Exercise and Sports Science and a JD from the prestigious University of North Carolina, Bella-Sophia “Blitz” Forrester is anything but the average African-American woman. Instead of rocking Stephen Burrows evening gowns and Tiffany jewelry at night and a power suit during the day, Blitz’s standard outfit is a T-shirt, cargo jeans, and cleats; and the only bling she wears is a standard coach’s whistle. That was, after all, standard gear for defensive coordinators. As the only female with such distinction in the male-dominated bastion of big-time college football, Blitz is all business…all the time.
A soccer guru from Liechtenstein, Wulf Altenöder enjoys the money, jet-setting lifestyle, and women who come with it. When he agrees to coach the men’s soccer team at Blitz’s university, he thinks he can automatically add Coach Forrester to his ”Mine” list.
Blitz isn’t having it.
Sparks fly when they first meet in Europe, and they continue to fly in Atlanta when Blitz is forced to “babysit” a man who considers the pussy-ass sport of soccer to be the one and only genuine football game. Blitz shows him her native Atlanta…and unwittingly, the woman beneath the cleats and whistle. Wulf, of course falls madly in love with that woman. But what’s a man to do when he’s done nothing but piss off the woman he loves? Why, he’ll woo her, first with chocolate, then with his words, and finally with his body.
A soccer guru from Liechtenstein, Wulf Altenöder enjoys the money, jet-setting lifestyle, and women who come with it. When he agrees to coach the men’s soccer team at Blitz’s university, he thinks he can automatically add Coach Forrester to his ”Mine” list.
Blitz isn’t having it.
Sparks fly when they first meet in Europe, and they continue to fly in Atlanta when Blitz is forced to “babysit” a man who considers the pussy-ass sport of soccer to be the one and only genuine football game. Blitz shows him her native Atlanta…and unwittingly, the woman beneath the cleats and whistle. Wulf, of course falls madly in love with that woman. But what’s a man to do when he’s done nothing but piss off the woman he loves? Why, he’ll woo her, first with chocolate, then with his words, and finally with his body.
Walk Softly and Carry a Big Lick
Feb 8, 2012
$2.99
En route to witness their best friend exchange “hell yeahs” with the hottest man ever to grace anywhere, Eshe Nada couldn’t wait to get to Brazil. She couldn’t wait to begin the adventure, but first she had to survive the plane ride. It wasn’t the pilot she was worried about, it was her seatmate. Yngvi is a first-class a*shole, which her sister pointed out right before she up and got the hell out of Dodge on their layover. If Eshe had good sense, she would’ve gotten the hell out of Dodge too. The headache in her eye let her know she was lacking in the good sense department. About to kill Yngvi, she was saved from committing murder by some Brazilian hotness who had a body like WHAT, a voice like DAMN, and sex appeal like DROP YOUR PANTIES NOW.
Enéas Roraima was meant to go to the airport and pick up the bridesmaid. What should have been a simple task was turned into SNAFU when his three idiot cousins decided to tag along. They weren’t even at the airport for ten minutes before they’d received a warning from the police and several “eff you’s” from pissed-off boyfriends. He was all set to kill his cousins when he was interrupted by a ruckus started by a beautiful American traveler. He didn’t know who started what, but he knew he was going to finish it, and not simply because he was one of the best attorneys in Brazil, but because he was one of the best men anywhere…and he wanted to prove that to that woman.
Once it was discovered that she was the woman he was sent to fetch, there was no way he was letting her go to some luxury hotel, despite the fact that his father and uncle owned said luxury hotel. Doing what any smart man would do, he took her straight to his family, who fell in love with her on the spot.
Neither Eshe nor Enéas had any idea that their airport meeting would lead them straight to the altar, but a determined little sister in league with a crazy family was going to make that happen no matter who they had to threaten…even if it was the bride herself.
Enéas Roraima was meant to go to the airport and pick up the bridesmaid. What should have been a simple task was turned into SNAFU when his three idiot cousins decided to tag along. They weren’t even at the airport for ten minutes before they’d received a warning from the police and several “eff you’s” from pissed-off boyfriends. He was all set to kill his cousins when he was interrupted by a ruckus started by a beautiful American traveler. He didn’t know who started what, but he knew he was going to finish it, and not simply because he was one of the best attorneys in Brazil, but because he was one of the best men anywhere…and he wanted to prove that to that woman.
Once it was discovered that she was the woman he was sent to fetch, there was no way he was letting her go to some luxury hotel, despite the fact that his father and uncle owned said luxury hotel. Doing what any smart man would do, he took her straight to his family, who fell in love with her on the spot.
Neither Eshe nor Enéas had any idea that their airport meeting would lead them straight to the altar, but a determined little sister in league with a crazy family was going to make that happen no matter who they had to threaten…even if it was the bride herself.
The Wild, Wild Anybody's Guess: Aloha!
Dec 16, 2010
by
Jayha Leigh
$3.99
Aloha Carrington relishes challenges. A Carolina alumna whose favorite color is Carolina blue and second-favorite color is neon, she lives like she drives—as if she’s qualifying for the pole at Talladega. The reigning calling-in-sick-to-work champion of this quadrant of the galaxy she’s a party just waiting to happen with astonishing things-to-do-before-she-dies list. At the top of that list is Ianikut—the man with the voice that makes her come on the first syllable.
Vampire Ianikut Maksim Aleksandrovich wears danger, power, and arrogance like the sky wears Carolina blue. As a member of the Eastern Vampire Nation ruling council, few challenge or ignore him; yet Aloha manages to do both…all the time. Though not in the market for a consort, his cock has already tagged the unpredictable Aloha as the one. And when his heart and head fall in line, he goes after her, uncaring his actions could initiate an all-out war with his father—the Ruler of Vampire Nation. Rogue vampires, interfamily warfare, and banishment Ianikut can handle; a life without the feisty, colorful Aloha as his mate, he cannot; and he’s determined she won’t be able to handle that, either.
Vampire Ianikut Maksim Aleksandrovich wears danger, power, and arrogance like the sky wears Carolina blue. As a member of the Eastern Vampire Nation ruling council, few challenge or ignore him; yet Aloha manages to do both…all the time. Though not in the market for a consort, his cock has already tagged the unpredictable Aloha as the one. And when his heart and head fall in line, he goes after her, uncaring his actions could initiate an all-out war with his father—the Ruler of Vampire Nation. Rogue vampires, interfamily warfare, and banishment Ianikut can handle; a life without the feisty, colorful Aloha as his mate, he cannot; and he’s determined she won’t be able to handle that, either.
$2.99
Heir to a tree farming empire, Evergreen “I Didn’t Do It” Archean spent the first eighteen years of her life knee deep in trees, which is why she ran off to Atlanta when she’d graduated from high school. A few years, a bartending certificate, an Associates degree and a black belt later, she found herself knee deep in a good time. A bartender at the Mad Clatter, she didn’t need to watch television; she simply had to clock in.
The Mad Clatter was what happened when Diarmad Bruce ran things. Mad didn’t give a damn and didn’t give a damn who knew he didn’t give a damn. And just so no one would mistakenly think he did give a damn, the sign outside the entrance served as a reminder that he didn’t. It warned the patrons that their bike had to pass muster to park and their first punch better be money if they planned on walking out on their own power.
The Mad Clatter wasn’t just any bar. It was the type of bar that other bars wanted to be when they grew up. The décor was simple, the beer was dark, and the music was an eclectic mix of country, rock and Scottish reels. And then there were the people. They were off the freaking hook…on a slow day.
Yeah, she fucking loved this place. Mad was her favorite person, but the lead bouncers—Gage Holden and Cannon Cascade, the host of regulars or the undisputed diva of Mad—Mrs. Columba Bruce—were right up there on her list. And then there was Alpine Bruce…Mad’s son.
Alpine was so damn fine it didn’t make any sense. He got his bulk and swagger from his daddy, his leather fetish and his surgical prowess from his momma. He was the total freaking package…too bad she had to cold cock his fine ass unconscious the first time she met him. And too bad for her that despite his prissy attitude, that she still wanted him. Lucky for her Alpine was in a mind to let her have him.
The Mad Clatter was what happened when Diarmad Bruce ran things. Mad didn’t give a damn and didn’t give a damn who knew he didn’t give a damn. And just so no one would mistakenly think he did give a damn, the sign outside the entrance served as a reminder that he didn’t. It warned the patrons that their bike had to pass muster to park and their first punch better be money if they planned on walking out on their own power.
The Mad Clatter wasn’t just any bar. It was the type of bar that other bars wanted to be when they grew up. The décor was simple, the beer was dark, and the music was an eclectic mix of country, rock and Scottish reels. And then there were the people. They were off the freaking hook…on a slow day.
Yeah, she fucking loved this place. Mad was her favorite person, but the lead bouncers—Gage Holden and Cannon Cascade, the host of regulars or the undisputed diva of Mad—Mrs. Columba Bruce—were right up there on her list. And then there was Alpine Bruce…Mad’s son.
Alpine was so damn fine it didn’t make any sense. He got his bulk and swagger from his daddy, his leather fetish and his surgical prowess from his momma. He was the total freaking package…too bad she had to cold cock his fine ass unconscious the first time she met him. And too bad for her that despite his prissy attitude, that she still wanted him. Lucky for her Alpine was in a mind to let her have him.
Quit Happens (Rho Beta Omicron Tau Book 1)
Nov 3, 2013
$2.99
Quit Happens is the go-to place for individuals who are in need of a sophisticated means to tell someone they’re giving you a headache in your uterus. Linguist and proprietor, Pluck Brevard can make that happen in a multitude of languages from Dutch to Klingon to Xhosa.
While waiting for her sorors to finish their current bout of cross-country, political stumping for Rho Beta Omicron Tau, Pluck has to call them in to do a hot extraction when their fellow soror, Esther, finds herself stranded in some backwoods hellhole. Familiar with Esther’s penchant for inciting riots, they haul ass to Pleasanton, NC…not knowing if they’ll have to save Esther from the town or the town from Esther.
Rocking up in her black on black muscle car, Pluck spy rolls right into 6’4” and 245 pounds of Grit Joyance, who is ripped, tractor-fed southern hotness. Discovering that he cheers for her favorite team, drinks her favorite drink, and crushes on her whip, she’s ready to beat him to the ground and ride him all the way back home.
Part of the SMJ Towing Enterprise, Grit is arrogant, blunt, and set in his ways. On the wrong side of sexist, he likes his trucks jacked up, his weekends free, and his women submissive. Too bad he ever laid eyes on Pluck. That woman was his match in every way. She had no use for manners, couth, or give a damn. She also had a car that he salivated over, a body that made him a hard, and a wit that made him laugh.
Forced to spend the night together, they give into their passions and realize when it’s over that nothing will ever be the same. Especially not them.
While waiting for her sorors to finish their current bout of cross-country, political stumping for Rho Beta Omicron Tau, Pluck has to call them in to do a hot extraction when their fellow soror, Esther, finds herself stranded in some backwoods hellhole. Familiar with Esther’s penchant for inciting riots, they haul ass to Pleasanton, NC…not knowing if they’ll have to save Esther from the town or the town from Esther.
Rocking up in her black on black muscle car, Pluck spy rolls right into 6’4” and 245 pounds of Grit Joyance, who is ripped, tractor-fed southern hotness. Discovering that he cheers for her favorite team, drinks her favorite drink, and crushes on her whip, she’s ready to beat him to the ground and ride him all the way back home.
Part of the SMJ Towing Enterprise, Grit is arrogant, blunt, and set in his ways. On the wrong side of sexist, he likes his trucks jacked up, his weekends free, and his women submissive. Too bad he ever laid eyes on Pluck. That woman was his match in every way. She had no use for manners, couth, or give a damn. She also had a car that he salivated over, a body that made him a hard, and a wit that made him laugh.
Forced to spend the night together, they give into their passions and realize when it’s over that nothing will ever be the same. Especially not them.
Bear Necessities (Alaska Book 1)
Nov 5, 2013
$3.99
Some people could cook; some could cook well; Chef Nevena Nolan could flat out burn. While she’d graduated from one of the top culinary schools in the world, her grandmomma had taught her how to cook; school had taught her how to play the game.
She minded her own business, stayed out of shit, and kept her opinions to herself as she worked her way up through the French brigade system. Her station was spotless, her dishes had the southern grandmomma seal of approval. She never mixed business with pleasure. Of course, she’d never been tempted to…until she bumped into an Italian chef who knew his chocolate, his wine and his way to a woman’s heart.
On a sabbatical from his executive chef position in one of Europe’s finest restaurants, he gave her plus size curves a second, third, fourth and fifth glance, gave her taste buds an adventure, and gave her hope that women like her could get HEAs. After he’d gotten what he wanted, he left her with a broken heart, a ruined reputation and a baby.
Down, but not out, Nevena kept her head up, took her apprentice chef, and kept it moving. When she’d healed enough on the inside, she and her best friend bum-rushed their way into one of Atlanta’s hottest restaurants and won over its owner.
Winning over the crowd of regulars who all seemed to have “aire” describing their net worth, they called her on her shit but they treated her like she was family. Knowing she had to spread her wings, they sent samples of her food to the owners of an upscale resort in Alaska.
Once in Alaska, she discovered another group of people who considered her family, her complete ignorance about wildlife, and a man who made her heart beat in triple time. She knew she could love him. Her daughter did love him and her best friend encouraged her to jump on him and ride him into another Ice Age.
Sheriff Dominic Kenai was an Alaskan grizzly shifter. He was also the law in Arcticus, Alaska. If you didn’t count what he did to people who fucked with his territory, there was zero point zero crime. Despite the new resort going up and the increasing number of tourists coming in, he was determined to keep that record intact.
An alpha male with simple tastes, all he wanted was good coffee, peace and quiet, and a willing woman every now and then. And then he met Nevena and his bear went crazy. Determined to win her over, he took his time so that she could heal. He’d show her that he wasn’t like other men; he was better. He had the whole territory in his corner, along with Nevena’s daughter, her best friend and her brother. Now all he had to do was prove to her that loving him wasn’t a mistake.
She minded her own business, stayed out of shit, and kept her opinions to herself as she worked her way up through the French brigade system. Her station was spotless, her dishes had the southern grandmomma seal of approval. She never mixed business with pleasure. Of course, she’d never been tempted to…until she bumped into an Italian chef who knew his chocolate, his wine and his way to a woman’s heart.
On a sabbatical from his executive chef position in one of Europe’s finest restaurants, he gave her plus size curves a second, third, fourth and fifth glance, gave her taste buds an adventure, and gave her hope that women like her could get HEAs. After he’d gotten what he wanted, he left her with a broken heart, a ruined reputation and a baby.
Down, but not out, Nevena kept her head up, took her apprentice chef, and kept it moving. When she’d healed enough on the inside, she and her best friend bum-rushed their way into one of Atlanta’s hottest restaurants and won over its owner.
Winning over the crowd of regulars who all seemed to have “aire” describing their net worth, they called her on her shit but they treated her like she was family. Knowing she had to spread her wings, they sent samples of her food to the owners of an upscale resort in Alaska.
Once in Alaska, she discovered another group of people who considered her family, her complete ignorance about wildlife, and a man who made her heart beat in triple time. She knew she could love him. Her daughter did love him and her best friend encouraged her to jump on him and ride him into another Ice Age.
Sheriff Dominic Kenai was an Alaskan grizzly shifter. He was also the law in Arcticus, Alaska. If you didn’t count what he did to people who fucked with his territory, there was zero point zero crime. Despite the new resort going up and the increasing number of tourists coming in, he was determined to keep that record intact.
An alpha male with simple tastes, all he wanted was good coffee, peace and quiet, and a willing woman every now and then. And then he met Nevena and his bear went crazy. Determined to win her over, he took his time so that she could heal. He’d show her that he wasn’t like other men; he was better. He had the whole territory in his corner, along with Nevena’s daughter, her best friend and her brother. Now all he had to do was prove to her that loving him wasn’t a mistake.
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This book is book 8 in the Mid NFW series.
Topping seven feet and three hundred pounds, “no” wasn’t a word MountDenali Mann heard often—unless it was “no, don’t stop” from the females lucky enough to share his bed or “no, I don’t want my spine ripped from my body,” from those whose asses he was beating. Voted Asshole of the Year, he had the run of Alaska and a wide berth from everyone else. Being a Mann wolf, he had his pick of females. He also had more than his fair share of arrogance, asshole-ishness, and much to the dismay of others, his share of hot-to-deathness.
Arkham Kennesaw, dinosaur-hunter extraordinaire, was a breaking news story just waiting to happen. She was also an undisputed asshole, and she had the ‘asshole-meter’ on her webpage to prove it. While she had education, booty and sass to spare, she didn’t have an ounce of couth in her six feet and two-hundred-ten-pound frame. Nor was there any give a damn. The trail of people left in a pool of their own blood could testify to that…that is, if they were able to talk once Arkham finished “getting them told and good.”
Good sense and self-preservation would tell you that MountDenali and Arkham never needed to share the same space; however, no one ever accused MountDenali’s cousin Continent Mann, or Arkham’s sister, Balere, of having good sense. When the two find themselves stuck sharing the same cabin, all of Alaska is just waiting to see what happens when a Mann wolf and a Kennesaw woman butt heads.
Topping seven feet and three hundred pounds, “no” wasn’t a word MountDenali Mann heard often—unless it was “no, don’t stop” from the females lucky enough to share his bed or “no, I don’t want my spine ripped from my body,” from those whose asses he was beating. Voted Asshole of the Year, he had the run of Alaska and a wide berth from everyone else. Being a Mann wolf, he had his pick of females. He also had more than his fair share of arrogance, asshole-ishness, and much to the dismay of others, his share of hot-to-deathness.
Arkham Kennesaw, dinosaur-hunter extraordinaire, was a breaking news story just waiting to happen. She was also an undisputed asshole, and she had the ‘asshole-meter’ on her webpage to prove it. While she had education, booty and sass to spare, she didn’t have an ounce of couth in her six feet and two-hundred-ten-pound frame. Nor was there any give a damn. The trail of people left in a pool of their own blood could testify to that…that is, if they were able to talk once Arkham finished “getting them told and good.”
Good sense and self-preservation would tell you that MountDenali and Arkham never needed to share the same space; however, no one ever accused MountDenali’s cousin Continent Mann, or Arkham’s sister, Balere, of having good sense. When the two find themselves stuck sharing the same cabin, all of Alaska is just waiting to see what happens when a Mann wolf and a Kennesaw woman butt heads.
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