Raising a Cowgirl (21 page)

Cassidy Family Series Book One

By Jana Leigh

Jade made the decision a few months ago that she needed to try to make the man take
notice. So far, all she had to show for it was a bunch of pretty underwear and used
batteries that she needed to dispose of. It was sad when the best action she had
seen in the last few months was with a silicon toy. She just had no clue how to make
the man stand up and notice what was right under his nose. She watched as he dated
blonde bimbos for years, never once bringing them home with him to meet the family.
No, his mom complained right along with theirs before she died, about the lack of
grandchildren.

For too long she fascinated about being the woman who gave him a child. She couldn’t
even get him to admit she was a grown up, let alone a woman he wanted to live the
rest of his life with. “ARHHHHH,” she yelled in the car interior.

Jade sighed and decided she had postponed the confrontation for long enough. She
just wanted them to back off long enough for her to make a real play for Zach. So
far, she had been tiptoeing around the issue. Dating other men in front of Zach,
until he realized what he was missing. It was all a process to get him to wake up.
That didn’t mean her brothers had any right to interfere and screw up her time frame.
By now, she was supposed to have him jealous from all the guys she was seeing. This
of course would not work if her brothers kept scaring the shit out of her dates.
Zach had to be laughing.

Needless to say, this wasn’t going to be fun, but it had to be done. These dumbasses
couldn’t and would not, run her life. She sat in her truck for a few minutes, thinking
of what she needed to say before storming into the house. If she went in there half-cocked
like usual, they would pat her on the head and send her on her way. Her friend had
listened to her rant and rave for the last two hours. She agreed that something needed
to be done if Zach was ever going to look at her like an adult.

None of her brothers were married or in a solid relationship. Basically, they had
slept their way through the women in the town. Now they were working on the rest
of the Front Range. They had no room to talk about her dating life, when they couldn’t
make it through a week with one woman.

Last night had been the last straw. She had been on a lovely date with Rodger, a
new attorney in town, and then her brothers had showed up. They reminded her date
that she was their little sister and as such needed to be home at a good hour safe
or he would have them to answer too. That had made the evening go downhill and soon
she found herself left on her doorstep without even a good night kiss. Frustrated
after another night with her battery operated best friend, she had woke up with one
thing on her mind and that was vengeance.

Dangerous Series

By Jana Leigh

She heard, rather than saw Caesar and Bruno come into the office. She could see their
shoes beneath her desk. They came closer to her door, which stood open so she would
be able to move freely around and hear if someone came into the office. Unfortunately,
she never left her door open at the end of the day, so it was like a red flag waving
to the men that she was here.

“Bailey?” She heard the old man call. She squished farther under her desk so unless
they came all the way into her office and around the desk, they wouldn’t be able to
see her.

“Did you find her?” Caesar called to Bruno.

“No, but she was on all the computers sometime over the night,” Bruno said grimly.

“Are you sure? She may have been just working late, you know the audit was due,”
Caesar said softly.

“Caesar, you know she isn’t stupid. I told you last night when we found the file
opened and copied on your computer. Bailey knows what’s going on now. We need to
deal with it,” the young man said.

“Bailey could come around. You know, I think she would make a great addition to the
family. She is just what we need, Bruno. We just have to convince her it would be
best if she stayed with us. If she refuses, I guess we have to get rid of her, but
you know I have a soft spot for her,” Caesar said.

“I know, Pops, but we have to get her under control now. You know what Junior said,
if we don’t have her by the end of the day, they will come here and help.” Bruno
grimaced. “Junior will not care if you have a soft spot for her or not, he will take
care of the problem.”

“No he will not. I am still head of this family. He will do what I tell him. I
want her brought into the fold before she is hurt. Bruno, she was beginning to warm
up to you. I thought we were making progress with her.” She was hearing what they
were saying, but her brain was refusing to function, she just wanted out.

“I told you that you should have bedded her a long time ago. We could have used that
to control her.” Caesar censored.

“Pops, she is a cold fish. Do you know how many times over the last year I took her
out on a date then had to go to a hooker after, just to make it through?” Bruno whined.

“You dipshit. We can control those ones. How many times have I told you she would
be grateful to have you in her bed? A shy little mouse like her would be happy with
a handsome man like you just to look her way. All you had to do was fuck her once
a week and she would be happy,” Caesar said and hit the man on the back of the head.

Bailey had heard enough. It wasn’t as if she needed to hear she was a cold fish,
she never seemed to get the whole sex thing. What was the big deal? She wasn’t a
virgin for god sakes, but her experience was limited to a few very unsatisfying encounters
which proved to her that she wasn’t a real sexual person. Her co-workers would often
talk about their evenings with their boyfriends, Bailey would never join in the conversation
because she couldn’t relate at all. She had never had an orgasm in her life, and
she was convinced she never would.

She waited behind her desk for the opportunity to get out of there, blocking out their
conversation about her inability to keep Bruno’s interest in bed. She had no idea
where she was going to go, she had few friends and no family. Her ears perked up
when she heard Bruno and Caesar making plans to leave and find her. She listened
to the places she needed to avoid, which unfortunately was every place she had been
thinking she could go. Bailey was so predictable, she couldn’t even think of a place
to hide that was original.

Meridian Warriors Book One

By Jana Leigh and Zach Collins

The expansion of their underwater world had been slow, but once their techs figured
it out, they moved quickly. The bottom of the ocean was not smooth, and they had
to clear little by little so the bubble would be sealed. They used the ship as a
place to live until they were able to get materials to build their own homes. It
had taken a long time.

“So what do we have to talk about?” Xander asked when Des sat down across from him
and sprawled in a similar manner.

“Rosul developed a better security monitoring. There is a storm coming in, it looks
like it will be strong. We have several men above water, and we are calling them
back, but we are not sure if they will be able to make it back in time. In addition,
a ship was using their radar, scanning the bottom of the ocean floor. The technology
too advanced for humans,” Des said somberly and watched as Xander’s face hardened
and his lips thinned.

“Have they found us?” Xander asked briskly.

“No, we have our own cloaking. We still have to be careful though,” Des said.

“For now, when everyone gets back, we stay inside the city until we can figure out
what is going on. We will come up with a plan,” Xander said and smiled at his mate
closely.

“I will call the command center; we will have to lock the doorway after the last Warrior
returns.” Des picked up the small communication device they used. It worked in their
underwater city. When they left the safety of their city, it was equipped with a
locator, and the ability to communicate with whomever was on the surface. The device
resembled the human’s cell phones, but more advanced.

“I am pretty sure that can wait,” Xander said, standing and taking the communication
device from his mate and grinned, “I think we should get cleaned first and then we
can see about work.”

Des laughed and pulled the man in for a kiss, “I agree.”

When they reached the shower, both were naked and hard, Xander felt his erection practically
pulsing. He had been in this state since he saw the man who was his mate walk through
the doors; it was like this all the time. Gorgeous, sexy, smart, Des was everything
he wanted in a mate. If only they had found their third, she would have been on the
ship with them. Most the men who survived the last attack were mated but none had
met their third yet. Warriors had a hard time finding their mates.

It was because of their makeup. They were hard, and rough, and their women needed
to be strong with potential as a leader. That was the way of their people. The King
was once the most powerful Warrior, Xander was next in line for the throne. His mates
would be the King’s Consorts and considered leaders, too.

Standing under the needles of hot spray, he reached down and grasped his mate’s cock.
Shit, his lips were thick and sexy
, and Xander could only imagine them being wrapped around his cock. Xander drew his
hand over his cock, closing his eyes and dreaming it was his mate’s mouth.

Des wrapped his hand in his mate’s long hair and brought him in for a passionate kiss.
He was demanding and knew it. After training all day, his aggression was peaking.
Xander knew that, and although he was also dominant and took control of their sex
life, many years ago they came to terms with each other’s differences. Des explored
his mate’s mouth with his tongue, making sure he tasted his mate’s flavor. He loved
when they were close like this, it was intimate, and made their bond strengthen.
Slowly Des pulled his mouth from his mate’s mouth and then kissed down Xander’s chest
slowly.

Shifter Justice Book One

By Jana Leigh and Bryce Evans

Vander stood at the doorway while Jewel did her mojo. He would take notes of things
he saw and they would compare notes later when they would type their summaries. Vander
learned so much from Jewel that he was making a name for himself dealing with crime
scenes, too. Jewel told him her theories and Vander told his, then they were able
to come up with several scenarios that most cops wouldn’t recognize because of their
different styles.

Jewel walked in a circle around the crime scene talking into her recorder. She came
to the table where the Victim was tied up. “She was scared, she knew what was going
to happen, only if she could talk him out of it,” Jewel said into the recorder.

“He talked to her, made her think she had a chance if she did something,” Jewel muttered
and then frowned because the image would not come to her; she had no idea why he was
doing what he was. It was pissing her off, as if someone was blocking her, impossible
of course, but still frustrating.

The M.O. was the same. He put tape over her mouth and used thin rope to tie her hands
and legs to the table. She was nude and appeared to be raped just like the other
victims. “Teaching her a lesson, she should never have gone out to the bar with such
a sexy outfit. She was asking for trouble,” Jewel said into her recorder—it was the
same thing she felt before. Somehow, the perp felt like he was justified in killing
them, as if it was his job.

The Victim was pretty and usually came from money. Looking at where the malicious
perp had tortured the girl made her blood boil. This was the third victim in Atlanta.
Captain John Marks informed her after the second one that he had received a call from
Captain Lex Doyle from the New York Police Department asking about their murders.
Captain Doyle informed her captain that they had two murders with the same M.O.

That meant he was traveling from one city to another killing, leaving his own brand
of destruction in his path. His killing zone was specific though, all at construction
sites. Jewel made a note to see if there was a connection there.

Captain Marks wanted Jewel and Vander to go to New York, meet with Captain Doyle,
and see if the crimes were connected. They would work together in trying to solve
this if it was connected. Jewel wasn’t happy about this development; she was comfortable
in her own territory. A wolf traveling out of her territory would need to make sure
she didn’t piss another pack off. That’s all she would need. Then there was her
fear of flying, being in a small tube that is lofted into the air was not natural.
Besides the fact, the cute little flight attendants that inevitably flirted with Vander
got on her nerves. She didn’t care about the flirting so much as the hair flipping
and disgusting odor of perfume that would always make her want to gag. Then there
was her wolf; she hated being enclosed for a long period of time. Only shifters knew
how much pain their wolf could cause if they were pissed, the clawing on the inside
was painful, so Jewel usually drank to help with the pain.

However, since Captain Doyle believed that this was a serial killer moving from New
York to Atlanta, she had to go. Now with this third murder here in Atlanta, the press
would be all over it. And she was going to have to be front and center
, damn it
, she thought. They were going to make her cut her hair and wear something business-like
instead of her standard jeans and t-shirt.

Shaking off her thoughts, Jewel walked over to the table with the victim and started
taking pictures. She reached out and touched the arm of the victim. It was only
a light touch to the arm. She was trying to see if you could get a vision.

It was as if she went back in time. She could see the victim lying on the table.
She was talking to somebody. It looked like she said, “We had a good time, but this
is going too far” but Jewel had a hard time reading the girls lips. She couldn’t
hear the other voice, it was muffled, but she could feel the woman’s fear from whatever
he said.

Jewel watched as the tape went over the victim’s mouth. She made a note to see if
the tape was left behind. Fuck, she was terrified, the woman felt confused and scared,
why was he doing this?

Then the women struggled, trying to get loose. This could not be happening to her,
she had just been out for a little bit of fun and ended up here. What the hell was
going on?

Jewel observed two hands reach up and touch the woman’s legs then she was pulled closer
to the end of the table. She couldn’t see anyone’s face but the woman’s, but the
blurred movements showed the man’s arms, she studied his skin, the way his hair was
shaved off his forearms.

What Jewel saw next pissed her off. She watched a hand reach up to the woman’s stomach,
then turn into claws. The claws slit the woman’s stomach in two. Jewel flinched
as she could almost hear the rip of the flesh, it disturbed her.

The vision stopped before Jewel could see anymore. She knew the suspect was a male,
because of the semen in the victims. Now she knew that the suspect was a wolf as
well. This changed everything.

If humans found out that a wolf shifter killed the victims, it would change everything
as they know it. Humans didn’t know about shifters. If they did then shifters would
be put into cages and experimented on. The Elders had seen it in the past when someone
found out about them, they were treated like freaks, so they went into hiding, making
sure never to reveal their shifter side. A killer among them could be disastrous.

This man was smart. He never left a print or hair. Now Jewel was glad that he didn’t
leave any hair. How could she explain if a wolf’s hair was found at the scene? The
visions were always the same; she could only see so much of what happened. They needed
more information. Jewel was getting frustrated quickly with her gift, and with the
torture the victims were going through, it pissed her off.