February 13, 2015
Guest Author: Jana Leigh
Happy Valentines Day! I never know what to actually say in these things, if you are friends with me on Facebook or on my site, you will know I am, for lack of a better word, happily quirky (or sarcastic and bitchy, whichever works for you). I own this trait with great pride, as I am a constant source of amusement for my friends and family, because even though I am forty-six years old, I refuse to act my age.
I have recently begun what my children call my ‘mid-life crisis’. In the simplest of terms, this means, my husband of twenty years who is retired Air Force, have bought a Harley Davidson. Thus, my days are filled with writing and riding, my children are all old enough to cook for themselves, just so I will not be accused of abandonment.
For Valentine’s Day my lovely husband and I will disappear into the mountains of Colorado for a romantic evening after enjoying skiing. I am excited and would love to hear your stories of your favorite Valentines Day or you plans. Go to my site, and leave a note on the post! I am excited to learn more about all of you!
I have been writing for more than ten years, and of course, ménage is my favorite. My new release is from a long going series it starts with The Denver Pack and has led into The Chosen Wars, as well as The Drekinn. So, Book 5 in The Chosen Wars Sleeping with the Enemy. I hope you enjoy.
So, I will be giving away my entire series to someone. To win, you need to answer this question: What are the names of the three main characters in Sleeping with the Enemy?
I will announce through Mary on the 17th.
This is totally the version of my life written by my lovely business partner in order to fool you all into thinking I am harmless. Jana Leigh grew up in Iowa and received her Masters in Social Work from Iowa State University. She married the love of her life over 20 years ago and retired from Social Work to be a stay at home mom for her three wonderful children. She has always had a love of reading and as the children grew, she discovered another passion–writing. She now lives in Colorado with her family and loves nothing better than to get cozy on her couch in front of her fireplace and write. She has published several different series, sharing her love of writing and her imagination with others. Her books are available around the world in many different formats.
Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. Ménage – MFM.
In book five of Chosen Wars: Virani is driven to make sure his brother doesn’t achieve his devious goal, he steps forward, putting not only himself but his men in the path of the Senate—who believe he and his pack are the enemies.
When Virani and his men arrive to the Senate, his destiny is revealed, and while it seemed like the surprises continued to surface, the most unsuspecting one awaited his arrival in the surrounding village.
As it seems they are one-step closer to making their goal a reality—the lies and deception leave the Chosen and the Senate in shambles while they try to discover what the truth is and what awaits ahead for them.
“I am sorry,” the small gorgeous woman said to them trying to move toward them without stepping on the debris which was impossible. “We are obviously closed because of a situation we have.”
“Obviously,” one of the guys muttered behind them.
Tao and Virani were both frozen, neither could take their eyes off the woman in front of them. And neither noticed the other having a reaction to the female.
“Okay then,” she said softly and slightly sarcastically. “Forgive us, the owners are on their way with the police, I am going to have to ask you to leave.”
Virani was the first to snap out of it, then said, “Is there anything we can do to help?”
The woman frowned and both men sucked in the foul smell of piss as well as the sweetest scent either had ever smelt. “Mine,” Tao growled under his breath and Virani frowned and looked at his best friend. What the fuck was he doing, he could see him holding back shifting. It was his mate in front of them, right?
“Fucking hell,” he whispered and Tao finally looked at him. “Mate?”
“Yes,” Tao said.
“Me too,” Virani said and his friend grinned.
“Nice,” Tao said and they both turned their gaze back to the woman who had gotten closer and was not looking at them curiously any longer, now she had a horrified look on her face.
“Seriously, what the fuck? Are you guy’s escapees too? I don’t think I can handle that again,” Slay said honestly and looked at the group of men. She didn’t feel threatened, not like she had with the crazy fuck yesterday. Instead she felt something strange, like a pull towards the men, but that was nuts. They were hot, no mistaking that. Both of them were huge, one with dirty blonde hair and grey eyes and stood next to the dude who was apparently the leader. He was dark-haired with bright green eyes, and had day old scruff on his face. Yeah, both fucking gorgeous and panty droppers.
“No, we are sorry,” Tao said and stepped forward and held out his hand. “My name is Tao Brex and this is Virani Mevan, we were asking if there was something we could do to help you here?”
“Ummm,” she said skeptically and then shook her head. The blonde’s name was Tao, not that she cared. “No, the owners are taking care of notifying the police and we will need to make a plan for clean up, so I guess we will be closed for a while. There is another café down the street that is open.”
“And you are?” Tao asked softly and the woman’s gaze widened.
“Uh, yeah pretty sure,” she snapped and then a ruckus in the back of the café drew her attention. Tao and Virani both stiffened and immediately went into protection mode. The woman who hadn’t revealed her name was swung behind them.
“The police have reports of a man accosting you yesterday, why didn’t you tell me,” an older woman screeched in the middle of the café.
“Maria,” the woman behind them yelled.
“Slay?” the older woman said with a frown and looked towards the door. She saw the large men who were standing there and her eyes narrowed as she searched for her waitress. Not seeing her, she began to stomp to the door. “Where is my girl?” she barked.
“Here,” Slay called and raised her hand and pushed between the large immovable men. “If the mountains would part you could see me.”