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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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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Doctoral candidate at a prestigious university, Sorpresa wasn’t vain but she was proud of three things: her big sister Aglaia, her brilliant triplet nieces, and the fact that she could kick a person in the face thanks to her prowess in karate. People were always surprised that a woman carrying two-hundred plus pounds could get her foot up so high…well, after they regained consciousness.
A trip to Italy to insure that her nieces (the model, the mad scientist and the inventor) left it standing for others who might want to enjoy it, Sorpresa stumbled across Carezza chocolates…and the man who created them. After that first bite of culinary orgasm, nearly every waking moment was spent devising ways (that didn’t involve the breaking of treaties and the commission of felonies) to get the hot Italian to make her chocolate on demand.
Nerva only saw his vendetta; Sopresa only saw chocolate. Everyone else saw the sparks between the two. The question was, when would they see it and when they did, would they burn down Atlanta and Italy with the force of their desire…and who would be left standing.
Andoni “M.O.C.H.A.” Serranías was the type of man who begged someone to beat the ever-loving shit out of him…or hump his face off. Since the day she met him, Revolution couldn’t figure out which desire called to her more. Of course, she said that while masturbating to both fantasies equally. It wasn’t until later that she decided to have her cake and eat it too: she was going to hump M.O.C.H.A.’s face off and then kill him.
Revolution Buckland had no idea that she was going to be his wife…and have his babies, which is exactly why Andoni didn’t tell her. The voluptuous woman had a mean right cross and penchant for making off with jets, which meant there was a good chance she could kill him and dump his body someplace where it’d never be found. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to bait her at every turn, but he couldn’t help it, because an angry Revolution was a beautiful sight indeed. While ducking her barbs and blows, all he could think was, “Vive la Revolution!”
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.