Mid NFW Mayhem Series by Jayha Leigh, Jeanie Johnson

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... moreWith 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. less

This book is book 8 in the Mid NFW series. Topping seven feet and three hundred pounds, “no” wasn’t a word MountDenali Mann heard often—unless it was “no, don’t stop” from the females lucky enough to share his bed or “no, I don’t want my spine ripped from my body,” from those whose asses he was beating. Voted Asshole of the Year, he had the run of Alaska and a wide berth from everyone else. Being a Mann wolf, he had his pick of females... moreThis book is book 8 in the Mid NFW series. Topping seven feet and three hundred pounds, “no” wasn’t a word MountDenali Mann heard often—unless it was “no, don’t stop” from the females lucky enough to share his bed or “no, I don’t want my spine ripped from my body,” from those whose asses he was beating. Voted Asshole of the Year, he had the run of Alaska and a wide berth from everyone else. Being a Mann wolf, he had his pick of females. He also had more than his fair share of arrogance, asshole-ishness, and much to the dismay of others, his share of hot-to-deathness. Arkham Kennesaw, dinosaur-hunter extraordinaire, was a breaking news story just waiting to happen. She was also an undisputed asshole, and she had the ‘asshole-meter’ on her webpage to prove it. While she had education, booty and sass to spare, she didn’t have an ounce of couth in her six feet and two-hundred-ten-pound frame. Nor was there any give a damn. The trail of people left in a pool of their own blood could testify to that…that is, if they were able to talk once Arkham finished “getting them told and good.” Good sense and self-preservation would tell you that MountDenali and Arkham never needed to share the same space; however, no one ever accused MountDenali’s cousin Continent Mann, or Arkham’s sister, Balere, of having good sense. When the two find themselves stuck sharing the same cabin, all of Alaska is just waiting to see what happens when a Mann wolf and a Kennesaw woman butt heads. less