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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.
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Charity Longhorn is coming off a relationship that was headed nowhere. Charity just wants to have a little fun and unwind with her co-workers. Little does she know, an awkward situation will send her straight into the arms of the delectable Brice Manning. Is Brice looking for a holiday fling or a one-night stand? Either way, Charity is not looking for a happy never after.
One Br-istmas by Gynger Fyer: Traveling for your birthday is always fun. When your birthday is on Christmas, well, that can get dicey. Gayle is determined to make it to LA for her Br-istmas (birthday/Christmas). The only thing standing in her way is a freak blizzard and the ex she ghosted ten years ago.
Some loves you never forget…
The last person Jack expected to see in the airport was Gayle. Ten years ago, she vanished out of his life leaving him heartbroken. Will this chance meeting be the miracle they both need? It’s Br-istmas, anything can happen.
Don’t Get Your Tinsel in a Tangle by Jeanie Johnson and 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.
Long haul trucker and diesel mechanic Continent Mann was known as the studious Mann and he’d beat anyone’s ass who said otherwise. He had the privilege of having a job he liked and a say to how things got done. By whatever means necessary. A mountain of a man, even for a wolf shifter, he had no problem regulating sh*t when the situation warranted blood, gore, and whatnot. But underneath his intimidating size and visage, was a man who was a deep thinker. Founder of a book club, Continent revered the written word and had read many of the classics in their original language, be it Latin, Greek, or Arabic. There was nothing he admired more than moving prose. And then he was made aware of Eloquência Matira who wielded words with the precision of a samurai. She knew how to use words, and take advantage of pauses, and how to fill out a pair of leggings. Her words dripped passion about mundane things, but then he got the pleasure of hearing her words in defense of her son and knew two things: he wanted to claim Eloquência Matira and her son for himself and he wanted that woman to direct that passion at him.
Trinity-Alexandrina had been basking in the peace and solitude of not doing sh*t. That’s what happened when one was on suspension when a) you were already rich, b) you had five books on the bestseller’s list simultaneously, and, c) you gave less than negative one trillion f*cks cubed. The only reason she worked anywhere was because Ayanda Triss ran their section and that chick was about fifteen headlines waiting to happen at once. But, yeah, back to her suspension, she’d earned that ish fair and square. If it just so happened to coincide with their annual team-building exercise, that was coincidence.
Dominus Antithesis St. Augustine had all the accoutrements of a high-value man: hundred-millionaire? Check. Storied career? Check. Enviable family legacy? Check. Elite education? Check. Fine as a mother*cker? Check. Check. Check. He was the type of man who could have anything he wanted…until the moment he’d decided he wanted Trininty-Alexandrina. Some would say he was a glutton for punishment as the woman laughed in his face and called him names when she wasn’t ignoring him. Dominus wasn’t a glutton. He was a St. Augustine male and, though he hailed from an extraordinarily successful family, his success wasn’t handed down to him. He’d earned that sh*t. Just like he was going to earn this woman. A woman like Trinity-Alexandrina was accustomed to the best in everything and, luckily, he was the best. And once he ‘rescued’ her from the mandatory team-building event, he’d prove it to her…all night long, and then for the rest of their lives.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Finished stumping for Rho Beta Omicron Tau, the sorority established by herself and her merry band of lunatics, Simone is called upon to help their fellow soror who finds herself lost in some backwoods town. She rolled up in time to capture some prime blackmailing footage of her sorors going shell. Thinking about what she’d buy with the money she’d extort from them, Simone overlooked Valor Joyance. He didn’t however, overlook her.
There wasn’t a day that came and went that Valor could overlook Simone, not with the way her body fit in her clothes and her mind took over a debate. Ten years after first laying eyes on her lushness, she still had plenty of moxie and about twenty more pounds…all in the right places. She also had a motorcycle. If there was one thing Valor liked more than a brash, smart woman with curves, it was a brash, smart woman with curves riding a chopper. He didn’t have to be told twice she could handle that bike. The real question was could she handle 6’4” and 245 lbs of him.
Ras Vytautas was a lot of things, including a SOB, and a protégé of Desron’s daddy. Unbeknownst to him, he was also the son-in-law that her momma wanted. Trekking into the tiny country of Kovorkiistan, he had two goals: extract their beloved daughter and end those who took her. And then he laid eyes on Desron and he added a third goal: make Desron his.
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.
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.