Valentine’s Day – Cupid’s Arrow Contest

Cupids_Arrow-Jianne_Carlo-BannerMy total bad, everyone. I’m blaming this one on the cold and the stomach flu brain disconnect still lingering around. I forgot to mention in yesterday’s post that, since I can’t send everyone chocolates or flowers on Valentine’s Day ($$$), I’m running a contest for a free copy of Cupid’s Arrow. To enter the contest you can do anyone of the following:

Leave a comment on my blog

Leave a comment on this post on Facebook

Tweet or retweet something about Cupid’s Arrow

Leave a comment about Cupid’s Arrow on Goodreads

Send me an email mentioning Cupid’s Arrow

For everyone you do, you get a contest entry. I’ll announce the winner on Valentine’s Day on my blog, Facebook, and Twitter.

Good Luck!




Cupid’s Arrow is Released! Yay!


It’s a great Monday morning. Not only am I fully recovered from bouts with the cold AND (could the man up there have been more generous?) a stomach bug, but I can finally announce that’s Cupid’s Arrow is not only released but available!

Not only that, but today Cupid’s Arrow is featured at Cover Reveals *evil grin*. How’s that for perfect promo planning? Here’s the link:

Here’s the cover and tag line followed by a little teaser.

Stephanie and Eli go toe to toe on every project, but the attraction is irresistible. When a theft occurs – is it a love or an alibi?


From the second he’d set sight on Stephanie his one goal had been to take her off the market. Permanently. He hated it when another man touched her, even Ignatius.

The room smelled of her, all gingery and spicy. He glimpsed a wicked lacy red thong peeking out of her half closed carry-on and stifled a frustrated howl as images of him licking a trail around the flower-trimmed panties fogged his lust-crazed brain.

“Sorry about that. My phone’s been zinging all morning.” She tucked the cell into a denim purse and flashed him her signature upturned-at-the-corners smile. “First Iggy, then Jacques, and then Christine.”

Eli pressed his lips together. Had she texted him before speaking with Iggy and Jacques? Was he last or first on her list?

“Are we having breakfast in the hotel?” She fiddled with the brass latch on the bag.

“I arranged for room service. Here.” He thrust the flowers at her. “What did Dardin want?”

“To let me know he’s put a trace on the missing DVD.” She sniffed the peach tipped roses. “Thanks for the flowers.”

The buzzer rang and he stomped his way to the door not liking the fact that Dardin had Stephanie’s cell number one bit. “That’s probably breakfast. I ordered you a ham, mushroom, and triple cheese omelet with bacon, sausages, hash browns, and rye toast.”

She stared at him the whole time the waiter fussed with the food cart. Those slanted eyes peeped at him over the bunch of roses she still smelled. The second the door clicked shut, she asked, “How’d you know?”

“You eat breakfast in the cafeteria every morning. It’s Tuesday.” For someone whose creativity scaled the heights, Stephanie had repetitive eating habits.

Color ebbed and flowed across her cheeks. “You noticed what I eat?”

“I notice everything about you. You take your coffee with two packets of cream. You like fizzy ginger pop, double bacon cheeseburgers with the works, and extra pickles.” He couldn’t stand it anymore, ate up the distance between them, and hauled her tight against him. He nuzzled her neck and sighed. “You changed your shampoo a month and a half ago. I like the scent of this one better. Kinda gingery.”

She pressed her palms to his chest, tilted her head back, and gazed at him, mouth slightly agape.

He took advantage immediately and kissed her, greedy to taste her again. He savored the minty heat of her and sipped along the plump seam of her lips. “Mornin’ honey. I’ve been chomping at the bit since dawn our time.”

She blinked a couple of times. “You should’ve texted me. I’ve been up since then too.”

Immediately he pictured her all sleepy and warm and cozy. His dick leaked and he had to clench his groin muscles and choke back a groan. Waking Stephanie up in myriad depraved scenarios had preoccupied him most of the morning.

Get a grip. Breakfast.

“Eli, you’re crushing the roses.” She nudged his shoulder.

He let her go in stages, forcing his arms away from her narrow waist, teasing both eyebrows with tiny kisses before blowing out a long breath, and pulling a chair close to the cart. “My lady, your meal awaits. I told them to leave the vase empty.”

The smile she threw him rivaled the brightest sun he’d ever seen. “You thought of everything.”

Eli watched her lithe fingers arrange the flowers in the crystal vase he’d ordered, and shifted the chair under the table after she sat down.

Instead of sitting opposite her, Eli situated himself right next to her. He lifted the silver domes one by one and took a deep inhale. “Nothing like the smell of bacon.”

“I know what you mean. After I saw Babe for the first time, I vowed that I’d never eat bacon again. That lasted about a day. It was the one aroma that made me hungry even during the chemo.” All the color drained out from her cheeks and she clamped her hands over her face.

“Chemo?” Eli gaped at her. The peach in her cheeks paled. All the happy animation she always radiated dissolved. Too stunned to absorb the notion behind her declaration, he repeated, “Chemo?”

Hope you enjoyed.

May Monday Meet you Merry!

Ouch. Couldn’t help it. I’ve been alliterating all weekend.




Happy Birthday to My One and Only!

abstract-party-1Today is the dh’s sixtieth birthday.


Bart eyes onlyI can still remember the first time our eyes met across the bar on our college campus, The Keg. My hubby has the twinkliest blue eyes in the world. He’d spent the summer working in construction, and was tanned a glorious nut brown, and his blonde hair was almost shoulder length (a real hippy back then) and bleached to a remarkable sunlight hue. Broad shoulders, and an ass so grabable that I literally salivated. Heck, I fell hard and fast. He was and still is the one – my one and only.

Without a doubt, I can say we’ve both had an incredible ride. Life has been good to us. We have three amazing sons who we not only love, but like. Our boys turned into wonderful men, and we’re both so proud of them. This year we’ll celebrate our thirty-sixth anniversary, and you know what? There’s no other person whose company I’d rather keep. We’re friends, lovers, and mates. I couldn’t ask for more.

So Happy Birthday my Viking!

All my love always,




December and January Birthdays!

confetti 3People who were born in December and January have a rotten time of it. For some reason, relatives and friends feel it’s okay to do a twofer – one present for both occasions. AND to top it off, they generally forget to even send good wishes on the day because  of the out-of-sight out-of-mind mentality. You know, they gave the present before Christmas and can wash their hands of any further responsibility.

My wayward son and my husband are late December and January respectively, and I’ve been a firm defender of two SEPARATE celebrations. Woe betide anyone who dared gang up on the two events, the wrath of Jianne was unleashed. The poor wayward one was as sick as the proverbial dog on his special day, but we were in Trinidad, and surrounded by family for the first time in seven years. He said that was an incredible present enough for him.

As for the dh, he’s celebrating a zero birthday – the kind that ends in zero. Funny, those used to be fun and we looked forward to them. Now, we cringe. However, we decided the event must be marked with good food and wine, therefore I am in the midst of a flurry of activity. My presence online and elsewhere will be haphazard for the next 10 days. I’ll try to stay current with comments on the blog and FB, but that’s about it.

I expect to be pleasantly buzzed once the visitors start arriving mid-week. The house will be full and the overflow housed at the inn down the road. We’ll be playing with the dh’s new toy, The Big Green Egg, and cooking for the hordes every night. So, from me to you – Have a great week!




More Good News!

DeathBlowYesterday, my fellow LLL (Love, Lust, and Laptops) author and buddy, Cherie Nichols, emailed me that Vengeance Hammer, Vengeance Warriors #3, was nominated forLR Cafe’s  for the ‘Best Historical of 2013’ Award.  

I am so thrilled. What a year this is turning out to be! So far, I have two TOP PICKS from Night Owl Reviews AND a best historical for 2013. I’m tickled pink about the Vengeance Hammer nomination as the second book in the series, Death Blow, won Passionate Plume’s Best Historical of 2013!

Here’s the beginning of Arianne of Night Owl Review’s  Death Blow TOP PICK: logo - nowl top pick

I loved this second book in this historical, paranormal romance series even better than the first one, “Malice Striker”. Death Blow has a hot alpha Viking male and a spitfire heroine who is part human / part Vanir goddess. Sparks of attraction fly between the two main characters in the books from the beginning. This book also has some terrific sex scenes that start at the beginning of the book.

You can read the whole review here:

I like 2014!

What a great way to end the week!