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About Jeanie Johnson
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 Jeanie Johnson
Let Them Eat Stake (Sass & Bluegrass Book 2)
Jan 6, 2018
$3.99
Single mom Roxana Khariton Herrington had all of the accoutrements of a modern woman: a solid education, a sound strategy, a genius for a son, a family who loved her like nobody’s business, and a best friend who didn’t judge her (much) for taking notes while watching the Murder-Death-Kill channel. She also had lunatics for grandparents. She came out of the womb knowing not to try and sway the Reverends Harriet and Beecher Herrington. What they wanted, they got and good sense, the law, and reality be damned. That’s why she didn’t expend energy trying to stop them. If the law couldn’t stop them, who was she to try?
Roxana’s grandparents didn’t give two craps that it wasn’t 1920. They wanted her to have a man…and not just any man, but a bloodthirsty avenging type, despite the fact that there was nothing to avenge. She’d pointed that out over a million times to no avail, so she simply waited to see if she was going to have to practice her “surprised” face and discreetly dispose of a body. It didn’t even matter that the man they’d selected wasn’t exactly a man, because Tosya made everything within her stand at attention.
A member of the ruling family of the Eastern Vampire Nation, Tosya Aleksandrovich was a certified badass. Beings gave him a wide berth. Too bad none of the women in Mid-NFW gave a damn about that, which is how he’d found himself in Kentucky. All he’d wanted to do was get in and out as quickly as he could, thereby avoiding Kentuckians, the same way he’d tried to avoid Southerners. But no. The universe obviously hated him. Somehow, he’d found himself smack dab in the middle of a fight, a cover up, and a jamboree kicked off by a group of sorors that specialized in wreaking havoc, a wily group of Pentecostals, and a whole bunch of people in bib overalls. Tosya had politely tried to extricate himself, but he’d underestimated the wills of the Reverends Herrington, their church members, and their grandson who showed him a picture of a full-figured woman with the bluest eyes he’d ever encountered. “This is my mommy.” That photo proved two things: 1) a picture was indeed worth a thousand words, and 2) the woman in the photo was destined to be his.
Roxana’s grandparents didn’t give two craps that it wasn’t 1920. They wanted her to have a man…and not just any man, but a bloodthirsty avenging type, despite the fact that there was nothing to avenge. She’d pointed that out over a million times to no avail, so she simply waited to see if she was going to have to practice her “surprised” face and discreetly dispose of a body. It didn’t even matter that the man they’d selected wasn’t exactly a man, because Tosya made everything within her stand at attention.
A member of the ruling family of the Eastern Vampire Nation, Tosya Aleksandrovich was a certified badass. Beings gave him a wide berth. Too bad none of the women in Mid-NFW gave a damn about that, which is how he’d found himself in Kentucky. All he’d wanted to do was get in and out as quickly as he could, thereby avoiding Kentuckians, the same way he’d tried to avoid Southerners. But no. The universe obviously hated him. Somehow, he’d found himself smack dab in the middle of a fight, a cover up, and a jamboree kicked off by a group of sorors that specialized in wreaking havoc, a wily group of Pentecostals, and a whole bunch of people in bib overalls. Tosya had politely tried to extricate himself, but he’d underestimated the wills of the Reverends Herrington, their church members, and their grandson who showed him a picture of a full-figured woman with the bluest eyes he’d ever encountered. “This is my mommy.” That photo proved two things: 1) a picture was indeed worth a thousand words, and 2) the woman in the photo was destined to be his.
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.
This Feast's a-Slayin' (Feast sisters Book 1)
Dec 20, 2019
$2.99
The offspring of a luxury cruise ship chief purser and chief staff engineer, Solar was used to being in the company of people who knew things. Mastermind that she was, Solar made it a habit to learn the things that they knew, via eavesdropping, polite inquiry, or helping them loosen their lips with a bespoke hooch called “This is what formed the canyon in the Grand Canyon, the Colorado River just gets all the credit.”
Her active listening skills, in addition to her careful pouring technique, helped her gain the knowledge to become one of the most prolific short-sellers anywhere. Using part of her college fund, she’d made her first million by the time she was fifteen. By the time she was twenty, she—and her sisters and their progeny—never had to work again. But that didn’t stop her from working. Her job was getting hired by companies going out of business and then seeing just how many shenanigans she could get away with before they asked her to leave. One time, they’d tried firing her; but she just bought the company and fired the guy trying to fire her…before quitting…and using the loss as a tax write-off.
Her days were filled with shenanigans; her nights were filled with f*ckery, minus the d*ck. And then, one day, she broke her own rule and did something dumb. She RSVPed to a Not Jesus’ Real Birthday Day (Christmas) dinner as her family had elected to go somewhere that required a coat, which was a “no, no thank you, NFW” for her.
Had she known this was an alternative Not Jesus’ Real Birthday Day meal, hosted by people who a) didn’t have a stove; b) had “alternative” meat; and c) didn’t eat bread, she would’ve just wrecking-ball-craned the entire community and put everyone out of their misery.
If Azur Dragonera did what he always did, he would’ve been sequestered in his lab engaged in research. A vampire in his prime, everyone was trying to marry him off, so he’d fled to southern California because six-thousand miles between him and his family was a good start. He’d planned to spend the holiday alone in his presidential suite at the five-star resort with all the accoutrements that came with it. But his mamá was involved and she’d involved his friend, and now he was attending a pre-Christmas meal. Nothing on that buffet was going in his mouth, but no worries, he had a front row seat to all **** breaking lose.
Someone should’ve told that Solar that there wasn’t going to be meat, or bread, or cooked food, or any give-a-damn that all of those things were missing. Anyone with a modicum of sense could see that this scene was going bad quickly, but meat deprivation and taste deprivation will cause all manner of side effects. The look on her face promised retribution. However, when the words “fake-meat-eating butt-sunner” spilled from that tempting mouth, Azur knew one of the side effects was about to be a massacre, which was out of place for the season.
Perhaps if Solar hadn’t been so tempting, he would’ve sat back and watched chaos unfold, but she was tempting, and he had a luxury helicopter at his disposal, and a hotel an hour away that had a full-on Christmas spread…complete with five kinds of bread. Solar was his…she just didn’t know it, but any man who saw the look on his visage would know without a doubt that he was on the hunt.
Her active listening skills, in addition to her careful pouring technique, helped her gain the knowledge to become one of the most prolific short-sellers anywhere. Using part of her college fund, she’d made her first million by the time she was fifteen. By the time she was twenty, she—and her sisters and their progeny—never had to work again. But that didn’t stop her from working. Her job was getting hired by companies going out of business and then seeing just how many shenanigans she could get away with before they asked her to leave. One time, they’d tried firing her; but she just bought the company and fired the guy trying to fire her…before quitting…and using the loss as a tax write-off.
Her days were filled with shenanigans; her nights were filled with f*ckery, minus the d*ck. And then, one day, she broke her own rule and did something dumb. She RSVPed to a Not Jesus’ Real Birthday Day (Christmas) dinner as her family had elected to go somewhere that required a coat, which was a “no, no thank you, NFW” for her.
Had she known this was an alternative Not Jesus’ Real Birthday Day meal, hosted by people who a) didn’t have a stove; b) had “alternative” meat; and c) didn’t eat bread, she would’ve just wrecking-ball-craned the entire community and put everyone out of their misery.
If Azur Dragonera did what he always did, he would’ve been sequestered in his lab engaged in research. A vampire in his prime, everyone was trying to marry him off, so he’d fled to southern California because six-thousand miles between him and his family was a good start. He’d planned to spend the holiday alone in his presidential suite at the five-star resort with all the accoutrements that came with it. But his mamá was involved and she’d involved his friend, and now he was attending a pre-Christmas meal. Nothing on that buffet was going in his mouth, but no worries, he had a front row seat to all **** breaking lose.
Someone should’ve told that Solar that there wasn’t going to be meat, or bread, or cooked food, or any give-a-damn that all of those things were missing. Anyone with a modicum of sense could see that this scene was going bad quickly, but meat deprivation and taste deprivation will cause all manner of side effects. The look on her face promised retribution. However, when the words “fake-meat-eating butt-sunner” spilled from that tempting mouth, Azur knew one of the side effects was about to be a massacre, which was out of place for the season.
Perhaps if Solar hadn’t been so tempting, he would’ve sat back and watched chaos unfold, but she was tempting, and he had a luxury helicopter at his disposal, and a hotel an hour away that had a full-on Christmas spread…complete with five kinds of bread. Solar was his…she just didn’t know it, but any man who saw the look on his visage would know without a doubt that he was on the hunt.
$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.
Adjusting the Balance: Cleo vs Andreas
Nov 25, 2011
$3.99
Swiss banker Ändreas Tomaschett has a lot going for him. With Iain Banks as a best friend and Iain’s mother-in-law as his self-appointed American momma, he is extremely well connected. With an ancestry that includes a disproportionate number of big, strapping males, he is well endowed. His sound financial habits, coupled with his history of busting his ass in the classroom and in any kind of job he can get his hands on, have ensured he is well to do.
He is also well and truly fucked. On his way back home from a business trip, his luxury SUV somehow getstwo flats…in the backwoods of Georgia…in August. Having only one spare tire, iffy cell phone reception, and about one degree before they enter heat stroke territory, neither he nor his partnershave any freaking idea what to do. And oh yeah, they all hear banjo music.
Cleo Winston imagines that it will take a lot more than a knife to cut through the silence inside the big SUV she and her cousins are rolling in. Having just come from a wedding/hunting trip, one would think her cousins would be in a better mood, being that their containers are full from their hunt and their bellies are full from the southern spread at the reception. But no, her cousins are bitches and world-record holders at holding a damn grudge. Not being scared of shit, she tells her cousins off, issues a challenge and is just waiting for the SUV to roll to a stop so she can kick their asses. And she would’ve, if not for the sight of some prissy foreign men in a luxury vehicle in their territory.
Discovering that she has an affinity for the dark-haired Ändreas, who isn’t the least bit prissy, she decides that a) he’s her best friend; b) his friends would make excellent vassals to the Empire; and c) Ändreas would make an excellent addition to her life…regardless of what said men want. Thus, the competition is on. With a colorful host of characters, a whole lot of southern, and an infinite supply of “hell no’s,” it can’t help but be an adventure.
He is also well and truly fucked. On his way back home from a business trip, his luxury SUV somehow getstwo flats…in the backwoods of Georgia…in August. Having only one spare tire, iffy cell phone reception, and about one degree before they enter heat stroke territory, neither he nor his partnershave any freaking idea what to do. And oh yeah, they all hear banjo music.
Cleo Winston imagines that it will take a lot more than a knife to cut through the silence inside the big SUV she and her cousins are rolling in. Having just come from a wedding/hunting trip, one would think her cousins would be in a better mood, being that their containers are full from their hunt and their bellies are full from the southern spread at the reception. But no, her cousins are bitches and world-record holders at holding a damn grudge. Not being scared of shit, she tells her cousins off, issues a challenge and is just waiting for the SUV to roll to a stop so she can kick their asses. And she would’ve, if not for the sight of some prissy foreign men in a luxury vehicle in their territory.
Discovering that she has an affinity for the dark-haired Ändreas, who isn’t the least bit prissy, she decides that a) he’s her best friend; b) his friends would make excellent vassals to the Empire; and c) Ändreas would make an excellent addition to her life…regardless of what said men want. Thus, the competition is on. With a colorful host of characters, a whole lot of southern, and an infinite supply of “hell no’s,” it can’t help but be an adventure.
Next Door Flavor
Jan 10, 2012
$2.99
Sebastian Ryan was a man of simple tastes –except when it came to food–and his kitchen was a testament to that. If there was a show called Pimp My Kitchen, his would’ve been the kitchen that all other kitchens aspired to be when they grew up. With a kitchen like that, why in the world was he always trekking to his next-door-neighbor’s place to borrow everything from a cup of sugar to vine tomatoes to beetroot? For that matter why did he have a next-door neighbor up on his mountain…oh yeah, because Zuri had talked him into it. He hadn’t wanted a neighbor and then he laid eyes on Lightning Garaile–West Point graduate, softball fanatic, reigning champion of calling him a bastard…and the most unpredictable, lush woman he’d ever seen. He’d made Lightning his mission and like every other goal he’d had, he would achieve it. And he would, just as soon as he threw Yukon Mann and his brother Sendoa—the co-title holders of Alaska Territory’s coveted A**hole of the Year award off of his mountain. They could go down the mountain all peaceful like and under their own power or they could go careening down the mountain Wild E Coyote style…but they would be going because it was past time to put a Ryan on the end of Lightning’s name and he couldn’t do that with those two a**holes underfoot.
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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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