When World's Collide, Passions Ignite
Check out this wonderful trailer The BookChick Designs created for That Pearly Drop!
What do the hounds of hell, time travel, a murdered girl, a coach ticket to Wye Castle, and a governess’ letter of employment have to do with waking up in 1763, the mate of wolf-shifter, Ian, the Earl of Wye? Emma’s about to find out.
Have a Merry Monday!
Cheers,
Jianne
Today is the twenty-first anniversary of my father’s death. While time has eased the acute pain of his loss, there is no day that passes without me thinking of him. My dad and I had, in my eyes, the best relationship possible between a parent and sibling. I was the apple of his eye and he was, and still is, my hero.
His tale is incredible. Born in 1933. He was the son of a white, Portuguese gold and diamond mine and plantation owner and his indentured Indian (as from India) servant. Rumor has it that my grandmother had absolutely no say in refusing my grandfather’s advances, and he had several other mistresses in different locations. My grandfather went on to father three sons, all of whom he legitimized, and he did provide for their education.
My father graduated from the University of Guelph in Canada with a Bachelor Degree in Science and a Master’s Degree in Agricultural Science in 1952 at the tender age of 19. An accomplishment even more incredible when you take into account that he was of mixed ethnicity.
Dad went on to found a conglomerate now present in almost every major English-speaking Caribbean island and some South American countries. But, though I relished and learned from his business acumen, what I admired most about my father was his commitment to his principles.
We lived on a 60×40 island, where corruption ran rampant. To receive a regular water supply (as in water in your taps for showering, cooking, etc.), you had to bribe the drivers and crews of water trucks and the workers at the reservoirs. We once went 60 days without a single drop of water in our faucets because my dad refused to pay the bribe. (We drove miles to a working pipe on the roadway, filled barrels, and that was the source of our daily water).
Dad instilled the commitment to your principles in each and every one of my three brothers and me. To this day, I cannot cheat — even in Pictionary (okay being Catholic convent educated may also have impacted).
So, to my father on this day — thanks Dad, for making me who I am today. I turned out all right.
Love you always,
Your daughter
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Today, I’m thrilled to have my fellow Love, Lust, and Laptops author and buddy, Rosanna Leo, as my guest.
Rosanna’s dishing one hot excerpt for her latest paranormal release Predator’s Claim.
Trust me, you won’t be able to put Predator’s Claim down (*fanning myself*)!
Over to you, Rosanna…
Thanks to the lovely Jianne for hosting me. I could not be happier to be here (*looks around, hoping to spot one of Jianne’s dishy Vikings*)
I’m here today as part of my blog tour for Predator’s Claim, Gemini Island Shifters 4. My paranormal shape shifter series has been such a fun one to write, and one of the reasons has been being able to pit gruff animalistic heroes with vulnerable, yet feisty, human heroines.
Book 4 is a little different. In this case, we also have a wonderful shifter hero, wolf shifter Bart Cairo, a security specialist at the Ursa Fishing Lodge and Resort. However, his heroine is also a wolf shifter, Charlotte Moffatt, someone Bart has secretly adored from afar. They are colleagues and friends, but Bart is dying to make their relationship a closer one.
The dynamic changes a little in these books when both the main characters are shifters. In cases where the heroine is human, and mortal, the heroes can get a little worried for their well-being…to say the least. Now, even though Charlotte is a tougher wolf woman, Bart still gets Alpha with her. However, for the author, it makes for a slightly different story.
Both characters come from similar backgrounds. They understand what it is to shift, so one loses some of the awe you find in a human heroine. So how do I bring the awe to my shifter heroine? Well, by showing how the hero affects her. She may not be surprised at his unique talents, but his character and presence still wow her.
And it’s so much fun getting wowed along with her! I hope you’ll check out Predator’s Claim.
Blurb:
For years, wolf shifter Bart Cairo has harbored secret feelings for his co-worker, Charlotte Moffatt. Even though he thinks he’s been discreet with his affections, everyone at Gemini Island’s Ursa Fishing Lodge knows he and Charlotte, a fellow wolf shifter, are meant to be mates. Everyone but Charlotte.
Charlotte couldn’t be less interested in mating. A free spirit, she wants nothing more than to succeed at her new career in the big city and leave small-town Gemini Island behind. However, she can’t deny Bart stirs up unwanted emotions inside her. Emotions she swore she’d never feel again.
The occasion of Bart’s family reunion compels him to assume new responsibilities, and to consider a role he never envisioned for himself. Family tensions rise to the surface as a new Alpha is proclaimed in his pack. And when old grudges escalate, Bart must stake his claim.
Charlotte resists as he stakes a claim on her as well. But when he begins to employ sexual tactics of temptation, she wonders if the only solution is submission to the enticing wolf man. Can she trust her heart again? And can they find their happy ending before an enemy cuts their story short?
Excerpt:
He pushed aside one of the suitcases in his way and backed her up against the sitting room wall. He put his hands on either side of her head, closing her in, and leaned toward her. Soaking up the scent of her talc-scented skin and her womanly heat, he inhaled deeply, knowing she was hot for him. “Did our kiss mean nothing to you?”
She blinked. As she stared at him, tears threatened, pooling at the corners of her eyes, but she banished them with another punishing series of blinks. “Nothing.”
Oh, she was good, but he was better. No kidding a kidder, after all. He wet his lips and pinned his gaze on hers, which were now trembling ever so slightly. “You’re fooling yourself.”
“I’m not,” she said on a gulp. “I’m not…”
“Oh yes, you are,” he warned, his voice low and deep. “But that’s gonna stop here and now, Charles.” He moved his face closer to hers, bent his head, and dragged his tongue up the length of her neck. When she gasped, he felt her hold her breath and moved his tongue as slowly as possible. He ground his hips against her, and his cock thumped violently against her belly.
She slammed her hands against the wall behind her, clearly trying to get purchase on anything but him. Even still, her hips rolled against his in obvious invitation. “I want you to stop,” she cried. Her chest jerked as the plaint escaped her, and her tears finally tumbled down her cheeks.
He moved away, just millimeters so she could breathe. Cupping her face, he stared her right in the eyes. “Say it again, and maybe I’ll believe you this time.”
“I want you to…” she squeaked.
“What was that? I can’t quite hear you, princess.”
Her lips wobbled and her eyes crinkled in what could only be agony of the worst kind. “I want…Oh God! I want you”
You can purchase Predator’s Claim here:
http://www.lsbooks.com/predators-claim-p889.php
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/predators-claim-rosanna-leo/1118850470?ean=9781622100910
Here are the fabulous covers of the other books in Rosanna’s Predators series:
Thanks for visiting my blog today, Rosanna.
Cheers,
Jianne
I’m so thrilled this Magnificent Monday morning. Taliesin Publishing has not only contracted the first book in my new Prymal Series – Prymal Lust – they’ve agreed to contract the whole series! So, you know that means I have to do a sneak preview today. First, here’s my hunky inspiration for the Prymal alpha hero of the book, Axe R. Smith:
Here’s the blurb for Prymal Lust:
Tania, a Wylfen aristocrat, hooks up with a stranger right before her twin’s graduation from military college. Not hours later, the bottom drops out of her world when she’s introduced to Axe, her twin’s new SEAL commander. Then she discovers he’s a Prymal Wolf, the arch enemy of her people. Wylfen laws prohibit her from mating with a half-breed. If anyone finds out she’s mated with Axe, exile is the least she has to fear…
Prymal Lust – Sneak Preview:
Unable to resist, Axe nipped Tania’s claim spot. Breathed in the essence of his mate. Knew in that moment he couldn’t let her go. From the second he’d scented her in the stadium, he’d been a goner. The need to claim her, to mark her, to protect her had overcome him.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The word boomeranged in his head.
His fangs ached. He ran his tongue over the pointy tips. His dick began to swell at the base. His mating instincts were on overdrive, ready to seal his sperm in her. If he didn’t get out of her blistering heatright away, their fates would be cemented.
He had to stop inhaling her fragrance. Had to force his fingers to stop petting her silky skin. Had to stop tasting and feeling the pulse beating in the hollow of her throat. She was making these sweet little noises, a whimper-purring kind of sound.
Axe lifted onto his forearms and glanced down at her.
She wore a Madonna smile.
He grinned. Kissed the tip of her nose.
Her eyelids flew up. She stared at him. Color rioted across her face. She ducked her head. Clamped a hand over her eyes. “I can’t believe we just…”
Nudging her chin, he teased, “Screwed like minxes?”
She whipped her hand away and wrinkled her nose at him. “Do you have to put it that way?”
“My bad. Made love like minxes.” He waggled his brows. “Better?”
“No.” She shoved at his chest. “How long—”
“Not long enough. Next one, we take our time.” He forced himself to ease out of her tight, hot sheath. Regret dogged every millimeter of his withdrawal. He stared at damp mahogany curls framing her core. Blew out a sigh when his cock popped out of her with a loud sucking noise. His dick had found home and didn’t want to leave.
He yanked out his pocket square and gently wiped the creamy dampness from her folds. Every instinct urged him to roll her over onto her hands and knees, instead he patted dry her pubic hair, and reluctantly pulled her skirt back into place.
“You’ll have to write off the panties. They got ground into the dirt.” He bent down, retrieved the brown-stained strip of lace, absently rubbed the crotch over his nose, and then stuck the underwear in his pants pocket.
Finger-combing her lush brown locks, she declared, “No one can know about this.”
He grit his teeth. “I wasn’t about to broadcast our matin.”
She narrowed her eyes and jammed her hands on her hip bones. “And there isn’t going to be a next time.”
Hope you liked!
Cheers,
Jianne
Here are the grand prize winners for the Spring Fling Blog Hop!
Kindle Fire— Sally Fryman Wagoner
$75 Amazon Gift Card— Eva
$25 Starbucks Gift Card— Eva Millien
$25 Blushing Books Gift Card— Kathy Osborn
$25 Loose-Id Gift Card— Jessica Subject
And here are the winners of my prize, an eCopy of Cupid’s Arrow:
Anyone who even glances at my blog once in a while knows I’m a total suck and that I love announcing winners…sigh, so it’s no wonder right that I decided on two other winners – YAY!
Okay, so because I feel sorry for Marybeth who’s stuck in snow – you’re a winner too!
And for Ray who thought Cupid’s Arrow was an original and unusual title – you won a free copy of Cupid’s Arrow!
Hope I made someone’s day 🙂
Cheers,
Jianne
