Jeanie Johnson Biography:

Okay, what can I say about me? Hmm. My older sister describes me as the spoiled baby, but my little sister describes me as the hot, sexy brick sh*thouse badazz filmmaker, and my apologist Von describes me as a shagalicious word slinger...you know why? Because they have great freaking taste.

I'm crazy, I smoke too much (and yes, My Momma knows that, don't worry she's trying to get me to quit!). My favourite beverage is cold coke, coke with ice, coke in a glass, coke in a bottle...I think y'all get the picture! I'm of the grandiose notion that world peace will only happen when women take over all the TOP jobs.

All of the characters are parts of people I know (don't worry Mr and Ms X your secrets are safe with me...I've changed your appearance and name...LOL!) and love.

All of my male characters are ALPHA (some on the sensitive side...but they're gonna wild out sooner or later you keep messing with them or their woman!) and my female characters are kick azz, sassy, intelligent, women that will as soon stand beside her man facing off against The Four Horseman of the Apocalypse as well as kick his azz for leaving his clothes on the bathroom floor.

That's all that I have for now.

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write me at: ms.jeanie.johnson@gmail.com

**EXCERPT**

Star Hart was tired. Really fucking tired. Her mahogany-coloured skin radiated with health, yet her chocolate brown eyes were wary and weary. All she wanted to do was go to sleep. And yet, here she was. Inside another club looking for another bastard that was breaking all of the rules.
Star was what human’s termed a ‘Daywalker.’ That is, she was half vampire and half angry/crazy woman, or so her last lover had claimed as he’d high-tailed it out of her apartment whilst pulling on his pants. Okay, so she’d come back to her apartment looking like an extra from a slasher film, but dammit, when you are the hired Assassin for The Society you rarely had time to do the extras, like change out of your blood-soaked clothes. There was only so much one could do when they spent entire nights disposing of various non-human killers.
Star was a rarity being one of the few vampires that could kill without danger of being turned. Hell, almost everything about her was a rarity. Though she was considered a half-breed, Star was blessed with uncanny skills that many ancient vampires coveted and would kill her for … if they thought that they could get away with it.
Though she was four-hundred years old, she was still young by vampire standards. She may be young and have a lot left to learn, but she was smart enough to be wary of other vampires. They coveted her powers; they coveted her relationship with Lord de Vires … strange as it was. It seemed that the centuries had done nothing to stop the rumours that surrounded her and the Leader of Vampire Nation. Yes, the vampires coveted many things from her, but most of all, they coveted her destiny … and manufactured methods of taking it from her.
Few vampires would come straight out and attempt to take anything from her. No, they attempted to steal her destiny via subterfuge. The female vampires disguised their conniving under the guise of friendship; the male vampires (and a few female vampires) disguised their conniving under the guise of love. Many male vampires had tried to seduce her, yet only few had the privilege of sharing her body and none of those had ever succeeded in capturing her heart. She laughed at the mention of her heart. Although there were rumours of her having a heart, Star didn’t actually have a living beating organ of that kind. It was a good thing that she didn’t have a heart, else she might care what others thought of her.
Star was past giving a damn what others thought of her, she was however ready to knock someone the fuck out if anyone or anything else grabbed her ass as they walked past her. Flicking her gaze towards the dance floor, she easily recognized the members of the Locke Brotherhood. The members of the Brotherhood all had the distinct pleasure of being full-blooded vampires, thus placing them near the top of the vampire hierarchy, and a step above her when it came to their job. Being members of the Locke Brotherhood gave them the added boon of being both more admired and feared than other vampires. She didn’t give a damn about admiration, but she wouldn’t mind being more feared.
Star smiled at the irony of the situation. Though The Society relied on them to execute judgments, it was she who was most frequently summoned to research, locate, and occasionally deal with the often messy details. Star was the best at what she did. Though many questioned her pedigree and her past no one ever questioned her ability to perform her job. Well, if they did they certainly did not question her. Most vampires knew that fucking with her was a sure way to be turned into a pile of ashes, which was among her favourite powers that she’d gained.
Though the Locke Brotherhood had more powers she believed that they were wary of her. That is why she did everything in her power to avoid them like the Plague, especially after having lived through the Plague. If living through the Plague hadn’t been enough, the presence of their all-seeing, all-knowing, arrogant bastard of a leader, Commander Lukas Montague was more than enough. Even though she loathed him, her eyes still locked onto him. As if sensing her watching him, he lifted his arrogant white-haired head and turned those ice-blue eyes on her. Blowing out a breath of disgust, Star raised her glass in mock salute before downing her usual drink - Coca-Cola, sans ice.
Turning her back to the dance floor Star turned to leave. Instead of the quick exit that she anticipated, she walked directly into a solid, but warm brick wall. Raising her eyes, Star expected to be at eye level with whatever male she’d walked into being that she was five foot seven and was wearing boots with two inch steel heels. Being that her mind was elsewhere, she didn’t consider whom it was that was standing in her way until she found herself looking a long way up into the eyes of Lukas Montague. Damn.
“My Little Star,” Lukas drawled. His voice was pure sex. Bastard.
Star didn’t say anything she merely continued to watch him as he stared down at her with eyes that turned silvery-blue when he was enraged. Biting her lip, she tried to keep her eyes from wandering to his hair. Damn, Lukas had beautiful hair. Pure white and falling to his waist, it was styled in his signature braid. Star knew that his hair was silky … and dangerous. Lukas kept weaponry in his hair, as did she. Experience taught her that Lukas wouldn’t move away from her and her own stubbornness wouldn’t allow her to back away from him. Her eyes narrowed when Lukas managed to crowd even further into her breathing space.
Turning her head away from Lukas’ penetrating gaze she spoke.
“Lukas.” It was neither a question nor a sentence; merely his name, but it was enough.
Star was angry but she had only herself to blame. She’d been so lost in memories that she’d managed to get herself cornered by the one being that she willed herself to avoid.
“You are unarmed?” He murmured against Star’s ear. His breath was hot against her neck. Lukas phrased those three words like a question but it was his roundabout way of warning her that he was going to search her to see for himself. Oh damn.
Lukas didn’t wait for Star’s verbal answer before his big hands began to search her body. If one could call the sensual way Lukas’ hands roamed down the sides of her body, before curving over her ample hips, then smoothing over her ass a search. Star looked away from Lukas the whole time that he ‘searched’ her. She knew to look Lukas in the eye would betray what she was feeling - absolute carnal lust.
Star and Lukas had played this game so many times that it was now second nature. Over the years Lukas would appear out of nowhere and as always, she would be drawn to him. In all that time, Star and Lukas had only once ever done anything about the swirling sexual tension between them. Their lovemaking had been explosive and damned well nearly killed them both - literally. Even almost dying hadn’t stopped the lust between them. Instead of whatever it was between them waning and dying it had increased tenfold. It seemed that every decade that passed made it more and more impossible to resist Lukas.
Lukas was almost an ancient. Star was sure that he was the last of his bloodline. He’d had an older brother, but when Viktor turned rogue, he’d had to kill him himself. She remembered that night. He’d pursued her relentlessly, and that night she’d been unable to resist him. That was the night that he too had almost joined his brother in ashes.
Being that Lukas was an ancient vampire, he was immune to many things; the harmful rays of the sun were the least among them. His family lineage, his skills, his intelligence, his physical strength all combined to make him powerful beyond belief. His position in the vampire hierarchy coupled with the fact that he was the last of his bloodline made Lukas a hot commodity to all single vampire females. Unfortunately, the only female that he claimed to want was wary of him at the best of times and with good reason. A good two centuries had passed since their night of all-consuming, crazed lust but Star could still feel Lukas every time she fucked some other male. She could still feel the tingling on her tongue whenever she fed.
His blood was as pure as anyone who sat on The Society, yet it was known that he didn’t wish to be a member of the Justices for their people. Instead, he sought the physicality of punishment. Star was dragged out of her night-dream by the shrill voice of a woman. Star looked at the woman who was being held back by Lukas’ team. Though held back, the woman didn’t hold back her tongue.
This woman may loathe her, but she wasn’t stupid enough to attack her physically. “You better get back to your fans,” Star said with a slight shove against Lukas. When she refused to look him in the eye, he gripped her chin and rubbed his thumb against her pulse. By sheer will, her pulse was steady however she knew that Lukas could read thoughts. He also knew that she could easily block him, something that he detested. Star said nothing; she merely continued to stare at the crowd below them.
“Be careful my little Star. Very bad things are arising,” Lukas spoke directly into Star’s ear as he rubbed circles over her pulse.
Blocking Lukas from her thoughts and keeping her pulse steady beneath his touch was proving to be quite a task. It was even more so when Lukas used his fangs to nip at her earlobe, before slowly scraping them down her neck to her collarbone. Star couldn’t help the moan that spilled from her lips. Feeling Lukas’ quick indrawn breath, she lost her tenacious hold on her powers which allowed him to read her thoughts and feel her staccato pulse against his mouth and tongue.
In spite of her momentary lapse, Star quickly re-gathered her powers. Forcing herself to find her sense, she pushed away from Lukas. The low growl he emitted directly in her ear and the erection pressing into her stomach alerted her to the fact that he wanted her. The protective way that he shielded her body and hid her reaction from the rest of his unit is what told her that he wasn’t letting go in a hurry. Shaking her head, Star leaned in for one brief moment and touched her lips gently to Lukas’. One kiss couldn’t hurt right?
Star’s fingers curled into Lukas’ silky hair of their own will. She was careful not to get herself cut by the razor sharp blades that he kept there. Damn, she loved this man’s hair. She felt Lukas pull her tighter against him. They were so close it was as if they were naked. Determinedly, Star stopped fantasizing about what couldn’t be and once again reigned in her powers. With a sigh of regret she turned and walked away. With her held head straight, she made her way through the throng of beings, completely oblivious to both the invectives the woman hurled at her and the appreciation with which the Locke Brothers looked at her.