The Dragon Slayer, Viking Warriors #2, Now Available for Pre-order!

Okay, okay, I had the release date for Viking Warriors Book #2, The Dragon Slayer, totally wrong. It actually releases on June 13, 2017, but you can pre-order it now by clicking on the cover.

Be forewarned – I must apologize to anyone who pre-orders The Dragon Slayer as there is a glaring error, which I didn’t catch in the Author Notes. The error will be corrected once the book goes live, but I’m horribly embarrassed that I didn’t catch this mistake. It’s in the last line of the author notes, where I give the date that William invaded England as 1065 instead of – as everyone and myself even more so knows should be – September 28, 1066. My bad.

This version of The Dragon Slayer is more than twice the length of the previously published novella coming in at 166 pages versus 64. Here’s the cover, tag line, and a short excerpt:

To save her sister Catriona must kill her new husband, Ruard, the Viking warrior known as The Dragon Slayer.

Excerpt from The Dragon Slayer:

Dunsmuir Castle, Scottish and Northumbrian Border AD 1029
Ruard’s first sight of Dunsmuir Castle, the new holding awarded to him by King Canute of Britain for his years of service, near blinded him with pride. ’Twas an enormous and magnificent holding; four stone towers, defense walls nigh a score ells high, and a forged drawbridge wide enough to accommodate four steeds simultaneously.

An iron bridge could not be fired.

Few strongholds boasted such richness of defense.

He estimated the distance between the two guard towers facing him to be half-a-dozen furlongs in length. His chest swelled with gratification. All the battles and the wounds and scars had been worth this splendid reward.

“A fine holding,” Njal, Ruard’s second-oldest brother, reined his ebony destrier, Veðr, to a halt beside him. Veðr, so named as the steed was swift and fierce as a gale, stamped a foreleg and snuffled billowy puffs. “Stone, not wood. ’Tis unusual in this land. ’Twill be difficult for an enemy to seize.”

A satisfied grin curled Ruard’s lips. Aye, King Canute’s recompense went beyond his wildest expectations. In the dawn’s gloaming the faint rays of the sun winked silvery ribbon streams over the rippling waters of the wide moat fronting the castle’s walls.

Sluggish movement to the right of the woods captured Ruard’s attention.

He frowned at the shadowy outlines of foot, horse, and cart traffic lining the path leading to the castle’s gatehouse. His jaw went slack when he realized that the drawbridge had been lowered afore dawn fully broke. “By Loki’s toes, what madness is this?”

“Mayhap ’tis market day?” Njal offered the excuse for the unusual pre-dawn activity and the vulnerability of the keep.

“The drawbridge is down and ’tis not yet dawn. I will punish the fool who ordered this idiocy.” Ruard had participated in numerous castle seizures and knew well that twilight and an open drawbridge left a demesne defenseless.

“By Loki’s toes. Look anon, brother. See you guards at the gatehouse? Or on the towers?” Njal stabbed a finger at each structure in turn.

Ruard stared at the ramparts and peered ’tween the crenellations.

Not a single warrior could he spy on either side of the drawbridge. No armed men prowled the bastions. Worse, assorted carts drawn by mules and, in one case, by two men hauling ropes, clanged over the metal planks, and none challenged them entry.

“Somewhat is amiss.” Ruard studied the wide ramparts near the East tower, and spied a couple of scraggly-clad men conferring with each other, their spears loosely clutched in their arms. None of his warriors would dare be so lax while on duty.

“Aye. Earl Duggal is only dead a moon past. Did not King Canute say he had a cadre of o’er fifty warriors? Where are they now? Why is your keep wide open and nigh completely undefended? I like this not, brother. This screams of bait and ambush.”

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Scalling Castle, Carlisle
Catriona examined her reflection in the small mirror attached to her chamber’s wall. Her hair was secured in tight braids to the side of her head. Around her neck she wore the gold locket she had inherited from her mother.

How she wished Mama was still alive to guide her tonight.

Or Papa to counsel her.

But Mama had trained her from birth to her ten and sixth year, and she would do her proud this eve.

Composed and determined, she threaded her way to the staircase connecting the third floor to the great hall. As she descended, Catriona scanned the enormous chamber and noted Sir Rolf speaking with three men dressed in the raiments of the nobility, two of them attired alike in green doublets, gray hose, and knee-high boots. The other knight looked up and met her gaze when she reached the first landing.

She held her breath, stunned by the warrior’s handsome countenance, his inky curls, the noble slope of his broad forehead, his perfectly arched sable brows, the stormy blue of his eyes, and the sensuous pout of his ruby lips. Dressed in the finest navy velvet doublet and matching hose, he brought to mind all the stories she had heard of noble knights who rescued damsels in distress. Then his lip curled, and he raked his glance from her slippered feet to the wisps escaping her braids. Nervous, she smoothed a hand over her hair and missed the edge of the step. Panicked, she grabbed the bannister and righted herself.

The alluring knight’s mouth hitched at the corners into a full sneer.

She felt the veriest country bumpkin in her plain gown and worn slippers.

He eyed her with disdainful contempt.

What had she done to earn his displeasure?

And who was he?

“Ah, Lady Catriona.” Sir Rolf, Scalling Castle’s Captain of the Guards, rushed to her side and assisted her down the last few steps. She placed her hand on his forearm, and he escorted her to the three waiting gentlemen. She curtsied, keeping her gaze on their dusty and scuffed boots. “My lords.”

When she stood, one of the knights dressed in green executed a courtier’s low bow. “Lady Catriona, I am Captain DeGrecy, ordered to your side by the King Máel Coluim’s command.”

“My step-uncle received the message of my father’s death?” Catriona blurted. A lash of fiery heat scalded her cheeks at her blunder. By all dictates, she should have greeted the other two men first before daring her question.

“The king was most distressed to hear the news of his step-brother’s demise. Permit me, milady, I am Lord Ulfric, son of the Earl of Tees, commanded by King Canute to accompany you to Dunsmuir Castle to witness your marriage to the newly knighted Norseman, Lord Ruard.”

She was to marry?

A Norseman? A Viking? A marauder?

Hope you enjoyed!

Have a fabulous Friday!

Cheers,

Jianne

Manhandled, Wind Dancer Book One!

Manhandled, the first book in my contemporary series—Wind Dancer—releases in 4 weeks! And I have a cover. And oh yum, what a fricking cover!

Check this out my peeps!

The Wind Dancer Series:

Take a group of drop-dead hunky, ex-military men. Give them a luxury yacht—Wind Dancer—in the Mediterranean. Add women from different cultures, India, Hong Kong, and Haiti. Enjoy the wild, erotic ride when three sultry females and tangle with three dangerous men.

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Manhandled Blurb:

Rolan Paxton, the Boston Buffalos’ celebrated wide receiver, dominates the football world for twelve years. Fame, fortune falls into his lap. He rides the rainbow, collecting championship game wins and women.

Sarita never thought she’d see Rolan again. Notre Dame recruited him two days after prom, two days after he took her virginity. What are the odds of her son’s father chartering the luxury yacht she’s crewing for twelve years later? And that he still makes her burn like he did on prom night?

Sarita wants Rolan, but she wants her independence.

Rolan’s a control freak bent on domination. Determined to master Sarita, Rolan slaps on the manacles—and turns this trip to Monaco into a pleasure cruise.

 

Here’s a few Tantalizing Quips From Manhandled:

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“I don’t have a dad, right. It’s not the end of the world.”

Surely she hadn’t thought…no, she had thought it was a one-night stand.

“He’s mine. I raised him. You were only there for the conception.”

“He’s mine,” he roared and shot to his feet.

“You leave my mom alone. If you hurt her, I’ll hurt you.”

“Isn’t this just dandy? We’re already dysfunctional, and the family nucleus is in its infancy.”

“I took your virginity with all the finesse of a stampeding bull

“He’s my dad, isn’t he? You lied to me.”

Sarita stepped onto the deck and into an episode of rich and famous reality TV.

He was licentious, not her.

Who the hell was he to judge her?

Sarita did a little stripper’s sway.

Again,” he commanded. “Make that sexy noise again.”

“My fingers stay exactly where they are until I catch a second wind.”

“Right now, all I want to do is bring you off again.”

“I think I’m actually jealous of my fingers.”

“It’ll fit, Sarita. Just a matter of priming you first.”

“Rolan? You made up for that night.”

“Hell, I was having a hard time staying hard until I saw you.”

“Because you flaunt those titties.”

“You had little cupcakes. Where the hell did those tits come from?”

“Geoff wants to marry Mom. He’s got a castle, he’s rich, and he’ll take care of Mom.”

“Because he’s my son, and I’m proud of him.”

“You’re like a bulldozer, Rolan.”

“You think I’m a man-whore—”

“I’m not the ass I was three years ago.”

“I love your wickedly talented mouth.”

“How can you even think of food after that?”

“Because, Sarita honey, you’re dessert. And that’s my favorite course.”

“I didn’t agree to this.”

“But you did, right after we had dessert last night

“I can do things with a lobster that’d make your head spin

“I want to save that for our wedding night

“I want to savor this and go real slow

“Wrap your legs around my back. Hang on tight.”

“You’re so juicy and hot.”

“Tonight, we’re going to use both of these toys.”

Sex toys? Manacles? Blindfolds?

“Are you commando?”

“You’re afraid that you’ll like whatever I dish out, aren’t you?”

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Hope you like!

Have a marvelous Monday!

Three Books on One Day – February 5, 2015!

I’ve never had three books release on one day! But it’s happening this week. On Thursday, February 5, 2015 three of my books go live on Amazon!
Prymal_Passion-Jianne_Carlo-200x320The Hades Squad Books One and Two, Sinner and Lucifer, both with revised and re-edited and with new Sinner-Jianne_Carlo-200x320chapters, are available for pre-order right now on Amazon and will go live for sale on February 5th.

Prymal Passion, Book Three of the Prymal Series also releases on February 5, 2015.

Though all of these books are part of a series, all of my books can be read as standalone.

To celebrate release day, I’m going to give away a copy of each one of these books to three of the people who comment either here on my site, on my Facebook author page, or tweets about the releases.

 

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Have a Marvelous Monday!

Find Your Next Great Read Scavenger Hunt

Cheers,

Jianne

Freebie Friday Winner!!!

Sinner-Jianne_Carlo-200x320Okay just so everyone knows—the Viking chooses my winners—so put all the blame on him.

The winner of my first Freebie Friday giveaway is *cymbal clash* drum roll*

Winter!

Winter, please choose a book from my backlist and let me know what format you want via email: jianne@jiannecarlo.com.

But—but—but—because I’m a total suck and hate anyone losing (my side, usually) here’s the way I make everyone a winner…*cymbal clash*…

EVERYONE who commented on my first Freebie Friday wins a copy of Sinner. I’ll gift it to Winter, Patricia, Ginger, Jessica, Titiana, Susan W, Cindy, Tina B, and Timitra on the day of release—February 5, 2015!

And everyone who commented and  who’s signed up for my newsletter will receive a sneak preview of Satan’s tale if you want—you have to email me and let me know that you’re interested.

There, now if that doesn’t start the week off right with everyone being a winner—nothing will!

Have a merry Monday!

Cheers,

Jianne

Tantalizing Thor’s Day with Ann Gimpel and Icy Passage!

This tantalizing Thor’s Day Ann Gimpel is treating us to a teaser excerpt from her latest work, Icy Passage. Icy Passage releases on February 5, 2105, but is available for pre-order now:

Ann’s offering a $5.00 Amazon GC to one lucky commentor!

Please leave your email address in the comment. Take it away Ann!

Icy_Passage-Ann_Gimpel-mockup1Lethal cultures, bizarre illness, and political intrigue create an unlikely backdrop for love in Antarctica, the last true frontier.

Blurb:
Fresh out of residency, Dr. Kayna Quan opts for a tour in Antarctica. Money is short, so she hires on as medical officer aboard a Russian research vessel headed for McMurdo Station. Primed for almost anything, she plays her paranormal ability close to the vest. Being odd man out in a world where most don’t believe in magic makes her wary and feisty.

Brynn McMichaels has been stationed on remote South Georgia Island for two years, and he’s eager for a change. When cultures of the single-celled organism, archaea, overgrow their bins in his lab and begin shifting into another form, he worries he’s losing his mind and talks with scientists at McMurdo, but they have problems of their own—bad ones. After he hears about them, Brynn agrees to help. The weather’s too uncertain to send a plane, so he hitches a ride aboard Kayna’s ship and brings his mutant culture colonies along.

Attraction sparks, hot and powerful, between Brynn and Kayna, but her disclosure about her magic is a tough nut to crack. It doesn’t help that her dead father is stalking her. Lethal cultures, bizarre illness, and McMurdo’s refusal to let them land force Brynn and Kayna into an uneasy alliance. Will their fragile bond be enough to thwart the powers trying to destroy Earth, and them along with it?

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 Excerpt from Icy Passage:

…Kayna swallowed uncertainty, not sure what to say. “Your life sounds so barren.” A lot like mine, actually. “Are you married?”

“Why, Doctor.” He cocked his head to one side, but didn’t stop running his thumb along her jawline. “What a leading question.”

“Are you going to answer it?” Her throat was dry, and she’d never been more aware of a man’s presence. He was alive, electric. If she closed the few inches between their faces, she could taste his lips. He wouldn’t rebuff her. She sensed his interest, but the wife question was important. The raven spread its wings, flew a few feet, and settled again. Approval gleamed from his eyes. Kayna did a double take. Her spirit guide had never showed his beak in all the years she was with Derek, but he was certainly front and center tonight.

It’s almost as if he’s giving Brynn his seal of approval…

Oh for the love of Pete. I’m extrapolating all over the f**king place.

Brynn’s voice took on a husky note. “I had a girlfriend, another M.D. We were together for years. She wanted more than I could give. Eventually, she left me.” He glanced down and Kayna sensed his internal conflict, raw and palpable, before he met her gaze again. “I don’t blame her. I wasn’t very…present.”

“Maybe, she’d still be open to—”

Brynn shook his head. “Too much bad water under the bridge. She told me not to find her after she left. I ignored that wish, exactly like I’d ignored most of her other ones.” A muscle twitched beneath one of his eyes, betraying tension. “The row we had once I tracked her down wasn’t pretty. Not too long after that, I landed a job with a British bioresearch firm and left for South Georgia Island.”

“We have at least a few things in common,” she murmured.

“Like what?” He inscribed small circles on her cheek before moving his hand down her neck.

“I had a boyfriend—another doc, like your partner—but he dumped me once I told him I was going to McMurdo for a year.”

Brynn looked at her, his eyes brimming with emotions he probably didn’t let out to play often. When he angled his head and closed his mouth over hers, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and drew him close. Hard planes of muscle met her fingertips, and she reveled in how good he felt. His crisp masculine scent, sandalwood and amber, eddied about her. When he ran his tongue along the seam in her lips, she opened her mouth and welcomed him. He tasted sweet like the scotch, and his lips became harder and more demanding as she let him explore her mouth.

Brynn threaded his arms around her and buried a hand in her hair, cradling the back of her head. Her breath quickened, and her nipples hardened where they pressed against his chest. It had been months since she’d had sex. Even before her blowup with Derek, he hadn’t touched her in a long time. Need licked at her, hot and urgent, in a rush of hormones all too aware her biological clock was running out of time. Encouragement glittered in the raven’s eyes, and she felt him urge her on.

It would be easy to stretch out on the cushions, slide her tights down, and draw Brynn into her. Too easy. Her body screamed for release, but common sense intruded and she pulled away, panting slightly. “You’re a very attractive man, but this isn’t a good idea.”

“Bad call,” the raven spoke up.

Holy crap snackers! I’ve had too much to drink.

Kayna made a grab for rationality, but the raven stayed put, no longer talking, but with his avian attention glued to her.

“I’d try to argue,” Brynn said, his voice thick with need, “except I agree.” He kneaded the back of her neck. It felt heavenly and she leaned into his touch. “Not that I don’t want to make love with you,” his gaze, dark gold now, bored into her, “because I do. Very much. But I want to take this slow. Get to know you.”

His words made something warm and fluttery begin in her belly and spread outward. She untangled her arms from his body and got to her feet. “We’ll have time to figure this out.”

“Maybe,” he said carefully, and something in his voice—perhaps regret—snared her attention.

“Why maybe?”

“You’re staying at McMurdo. I plan to go home after a couple weeks there.”

With her body buzzing from his touch, and her spirit guide still making his presence—and opinion—known, she murmured, “One step at a time. We’ll see how things unfold.”

Brynn looked at her, his hazel gaze unreadable. “It’s been a long day. Both of us should try to get some sleep.”

She nodded and made her way out of the bar, lurching with the ship’s motion. Brynn had his secrets, like she had hers. She sensed his inner turmoil with her paranormal antennae. It was unlikely he could see into her with the same level of accuracy, but none of that mattered. Whether they’d even arrive at McMurdo remained to be seen.

Hell, he may not be able to live with my secrets even if we make McMurdo.

And I might not be able to stomach his.

Secrets aside, why did my raven show up?…

 

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What a sizzling exceprt – thanks Ann for titillating us today!

Ann GimpelAnn Gimpel Bio:
Ann Gimpel is a national bestselling author. She’s also a clinical psychologist, with a Jungian bent. Avocations include mountaineering, skiing, wilderness photography and, of course, writing. A lifelong aficionado of the unusual, she began writing speculative fiction a few years ago. Since then her short fiction has appeared in a number of webzines and anthologies. Her longer books run the gamut from urban fantasy to paranormal romance. She’s published over 25 books to date, with several more contracted for 2015 and beyond.
A husband, grown children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out her family.

Contact Ann:
www.anngimpel.com
http://anngimpel.blogspot.com
http://www.amazon.com/author/anngimpel
http://www.facebook.com/anngimpel.author
@AnnGimpel (for Twitter)

 

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Happy Thors Day!
Cheers,

Jianne