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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.
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Titles By Jayha Leigh
Tanglewood Luminaria was a dragon who, unlike other dragons, had zero charm. It was a wasted trait, along with emotions. He didn’t need charm or emotions to create and sustain wealth. He simply needed business acumen and patience. Nor did he need charm to deal with Otherworldly creatures. He simply had to prove his strength in order to have others give him a wide berth.
This is why he kept his interactions with humans limited. So easily offended, so easily killed. And then he’d met Tinsel Lookout. He was fascinated with the beautiful human the first time he’d laid eyes on her. And the second. And the third. She was nothing short of a treasure and he wanted her. There was only one issue: she didn’t know he existed and, once she did, she didn’t give a damn.
Tinsel Lookout was happy. She had a loving family, the best kids, a great job, and professional credibility. If someone had asked her what she needed to make her life complete, she wouldn’t have had anything to add. Life was going along just fine. And then…she discovered that she really liked Tanglewood Luminaria.
The problem was that she didn’t believe she deserved him. In fact, Tinsel didn’t believe she deserved anything because of a past that haunts her. Two cheeky children, two badass Belgian Malinois puppies, one determined dragon, and Santa, do their best to convince her that she deserves happiness. When that doesn’t work, Santa calls in Mrs. Claus who is nothing like the stories portray her in looks or temperament. Tired of Tinsel’s mess, she employs the black momma voice and, well, you know what happens then. Some act right and because it’s Christmas, a happily ever after.
And if he was right, it’d get to his nephew too. Raptor Állos was described as “an a*shole, mother*cker, son-of-a-b*tch, b*stard, sh*thead, prick squared…to the infinite power…every, single day,” and that was by his friends. Quip didn’t mind his nephew’s attitude, in fact, he encouraged it. What he did mind was his nephew’s gloating about beating him in poker. That was not only unacceptable, that required immediate revenge. Raptor might’ve beat him in poker, but Quip had one trump card up his sleeve: Intrigue.
Despite being an Alpha Predator of royal bloodlines, Raptor wasn’t ready for the badass woman who was his equal in every way. She stoked his need and his predator instinct in equal proportions. Whatever else he did in life, he needed her there with him. But first, he had to get her to acknowledge that he existed…and then he had to relieve her of her cache of weapons. He could do that…right?
Since the Feast clan had created their own set of holidays and days to celebrate them on, unlike most of the people out and about, Australis Feast was completely unbothered. She wasn’t looking for one gift, one sheet of wrapping paper, or ornaments because they celebrated Christmas in September, closer to Jesus’ actual birthday. Her job as an ethical hacker allotted her plenty of time to chill and she was taking full advantage of it by trekking to various dives in the area in search of good eats. And then she spied Jingle, a large breed dog who was clearly running from something. Using her snack to tempt him into her SUV, she used her skills to find out where he was supposed to be, which was seven states away in Idabell, Colorado. As Australis was sure she was going to need all manner of help to get into Heaven, she decided to make the drive. Seventeen hundred miles was a long trek, but she was a Feast and, therefore, it would be epic.
Like the creek he was named after, Medano was the most unpredictable but surprising Silverton brother. He was also the most bad-tempered, anti-social, and misanthropic. Yay for whomever was saddled with him in anything. Currently, the only female that could tolerate him was his mom but if she got to thinking on the 36 hours of labor required to bring him forth into the world, all bets were off.
When his dad’s beloved dog Jingle went missing, he was the first person to go looking for the Bernese Mountain dog. When they couldn’t locate him, he threw in twenty grand of his own money as a reward. His dad loved that dog and he loved his dad. And then he got a call from an unrestricted number at two in the morning from someone who had the unmitigated gall to sound chipper. And she claimed she had the dog. A few eff yous later, he was barreling down the road to meet this rude woman looking like f*ck all in sweatpants, cowboy boots, and a Stetson and raring for a fight. And then he saw Australis and all he wanted to do was f*ck. But first, he had to get Jingle settled. Second, he had to make sure the ornery woman didn’t shoot his balls off. Third, he had to figure out a way to get her in his bed.
Jingle had been lost, afraid, and hungry. On the lam for three weeks, he’d made his way to a college town. A working dog, he was smart and resourceful, which is why he’d been able to survive. And then he’d been found by Australis who’d guarded him, fed him, loved him, and assured him she’d get him home to his dad. That’s when he’d decided he loved her, despite her making him an accomplice in something called shenanigans. He was overjoyed to be reunited with his humans but that didn’t mean he was about to let Australis go. All he had to do was find a reason for her to stay. Medano was it, not because he was a great catch per se, but because he was the one Silverton son who could probably survive Australis Feast.
Unlike the damsels in fairy tales, Darling Charming didn’t need to be rescued. Unlike every Charming before, her hair was an afterthought rather than at the center of her very existence. Her hair wasn’t who she was, but a postscript useful for keeping her scalp warm on the days that she forgot her hat. If there had ever been a time when she’d executed the Prince Charming hair flip, it was a deeper secret than Rumpelstiltskin’s name was before his ill-fated bargain with the miller’s daughter.
With no set path for her to follow, Darling Charming created her own. An op-ed contributor and re-writer of fairytale endings that didn’t sit well with her, she was no stranger to controversy or angry mobs who hated what she did, what she stood for, and the fact that she gave zero f***s about their opinions, their desires, or their threats. Darling Charming refused to be anyone’s fairy tale. It’s a good thing her family had hired so much security, because there are a few things that Darling was against, and running was at the top of that list. However, there were a few things that Darling was all-in for and at the top of that list was Munro Severe. Cut, silent, and deadly, he had a questionable hairstyle, a questionable wardrobe, and questionable tastes. What wasn’t questionable was the heat she felt when he turned his piercing gaze on her. This character was fixin’ to be Mr. Darling Charming.
No one ever accused Munro Severe of being fun…and walked away without a limp, a little bit of head trauma, and a few major organs rolling around loose in their torso. Rumor was that the no-nonsense liger shifter hadn’t cracked a smile in… ever. But the corner of his full lips did lift the tiniest bit the many times when he’d helped quash an inter Fairytale Land war that Darling had inadvertently started. A male who was accustomed to being overlooked when he wasn’t being looked down upon, Munro knew that he was the character after the last character who should be in a space with any of the characters in Fairytale Land, especially the one named Darling Charming. However, he also knew that despite the consequences, he was going to create a happily-ever-after with this woman…regardless of who he had to fight. As her brother, PJJ would say: Good luck with that.
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.
Six ten and a half and 285 pounds, Vígi Magnussen was the spitting image of his father in looks, and that’s where the similarities ended. Vígi’s eyes never went supernova. His visage was free of lines as he rarely displayed any emotion. As far as anyone could recall, Vígi had never raised his voice in anger or passion, and rarely did he raise his fist or sword arm. He wasn’t a coward to be sure; he just didn’t enjoy fighting for fighting’s sake. Vígi’s serene nature was a cause of great concern, not just for Agmundr, but for the entire Magnussen clan.
There was speculation that the boy didn’t have the full portion of berserker in him. That is, until the moment that Dr. Zest Biscayne sauntered into his life and made herself right at home. The fact that Zest was an ethicist was almost comical being that she collected more complaints than any other educator in the College of Arts and Sciences in the entire conference, every semester. She was a certified badass in the field and in everything she did.
Hearing his son complain about the impossible woman, Agmundr knew this was surely the woman for his boy. All would be well. He simply had to light the fire. He was good at that. Now all he had to do was keep his daughter-in-law clear of trouble…at least until his son got her to the altar.
He thanked Fa∂ir Ó∂inn that Zest’s mother was a judge and in tight with a cardinal, a rabbi, and an orthodox priest; one of her best friends was a Texas ranger; her grandmother was a Baptist preacher; and, unbeknownst to her, the man madly in love with her hailed from one of the finest lineages of berserkers, because Zest was the type of woman who needed all of that…all of the time. And that’s just what Vígi needed.
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.
Jarl Vidar hated three things: Americans, southerners, and opinionated women. Not only was Dr. Epoch Udane all three of those things, she was unapologetic about it. Too bad his best friend liked her. Despite his many hints and his offer to buy out her contract, Dagr refused to send her back to America. Stuck with her for the time being, he did his best to intimidate her, but all he got for his efforts was ignored. That pissed him off. How dare she ignore him…especially when she got to him so hard?
Tired of their pussyfooting around each other, Dagr sets the wheels in motion that lead to a cataclysmic encounter between his best friend and his favorite geologist. While Norway might be big enough for one Udane, it’s not big enough for the whole Udane clan. But one thing’s for certain: Jarl Vidar is more than enough man for Epoch, and Epoch is more than enough woman for Jarl.
Asali Acies was the type of woman who was the life of any place she went. Being an avid adventurist, there weren’t many places she hadn’t gone. Her adventures had included Atlanta back when FreakNik was in full swing, Bunol, Spain during the La Tomatino festival, Comic-Con in San Diego, and the Gay Pride Disco Mass at St. Mark’s Church in the Bowery, in New York City.
They were opposites in almost every way, but that didn’t stop them from falling in love. And being in love didn’t exempt them from arguments. Left feeling raw after a tiff, both Dragoste and Asali are left with doubts, what ifs, and WTFs. Dragoste might be a reserved man, however all bets are off when it comes to Asali. His wife’s first mistake was to walk out before their issue was resolved. Her second mistake was underestimating him. A man of his word, when he said “I do” he meant it…not just for one day, one decade, or one lifetime, but for every day in every lifetime.
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.
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.
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.