Falling in Love

July 16, 2013 by 7 Comments

Chad - BudRalph03 (2)I am falling in love. It’s a perpetual writer’s hazard. We romance authors have a habit of adoring our heroes and heroines. The object of my affections these days are twofold, ‘Chainsaw Chad’ of The Wolf with the Broken Smile, and Jersey, the heroine of Wolf Without.

Today, I found a picture to post at my desk for Chainsaw Chad. For some reason I always have to have a pic for my heroes, but I never need one for my heroines.

Go figure.

I have long given up trying to make sense of the way I write. It seems the more I attempt to corral my stories, the more they don’t flow. So, I’ve surrendered and these days I let the characters do what they will.

So, what do you think of my new pic for Chad? Stay tuned for boards on Pinterest for three books.

Here’s a little teaser from The Wolf with the Broken Smile:

Blizzard conditions—check.

Transportation impossible—check.

Being forced to spend the night at Chad Lexington’s condo—check.

“My sister keeps a few clothes here.”

The object of Lizzie White’s sexual fantasies for the last four months raked her from tilted beret to BDSM-style boots. Her nipples sizzled under his intent stare. She prayed her feverish desire and frazzled nerves didn’t show, and clamped her mouth shut.

“She’s shorter than you.”

His gaze fixed on her chest and no amount of willing her blood to cool worked. Her nipples budded and her juices tickled her labia. Sweat coated her nape and her grip on the laptop case white-knuckled.

“It’d probably be better if I loaned you sweats and a T-shirt. They’ll be big, but that’s better than wearing too tight clothes.”

The devil had it in for her. His sweats abrading her pussy. The material that gloved his cock riding her clit. Cat on a hot tin roof had nothing on the sexual tension driving her. “Thanks, but not necessary, I sleep in the altogether. I am sorry to put you to such an inconvenience, however.”

Lie number one, she wasn’t sorry at all.

Had Mr. Stoic actually blinked at her I-sleep-naked declaration?

“It’s not as if you caused the worst weather conditions in the last century of Chicago weather.” As usual his smile didn’t quite reflect in those impenetrable silver-rimmed eyes.

She repressed a grin. Of course, he’d never in this universe believe she’d caused the blizzard deliberately. But she had. It had all been part of the plan to seduce him. Lizzie couldn’t wait for him to see her without the glasses and the dowdy clothes she normally wore. As it was, the boots had had him flummoxed from the second she’d stepped into his condo.

“The snow’s so wet I wouldn’t be surprised if we lost power soon.”

Perfect. Hot sex happened in blackouts.

Hope you enjoyed!

Cheers,

Jianne

 

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Updates & Kindle Fire Contest Reminder!

June 24, 2013 by 8 Comments

Kindle-2012_Family_Page_1._V389755294_-2I can hardly believe June’s almost over. No kidding, it feels like it was just New Year’s. Shoot. Now, I have to be on fast forward for the rest of the year. Yikes!

Lately, I’ve had tons of emails or pokes about the status of books for the year. So, here’s an update on all the works in process:

That Pearly Drop

First version completed. Yay!!

Viking in Chains, Jomsviking Blood Brothers #1

Chapter 3 completed.

The Wolf with the Broken Smile, White Wolf #4

Chapter 2 completed.

Shift’s Bacchanal, Hades Squad #5

Chapter 1 still in progress.

Wolf Without, Ricky’s Landing Book #1

Chapter 1 completed.

Many of you know I always have at least two books going, but this is a record for me – four at once. I try to write a minimum of 2000 words a day, and, when I’m stuck on one, I simply move to another. It keeps my frustration level low and, a few days away from one work helps to ‘un-stick’ me.

The day for drawing my GRAND contest winner’s fast approaching – July 4, 2013. I’ll be tweeting and announcing the number of days left to enter the contest starting from today. All you have to do to enter is leave a comment – but see the contest page here to increase your odds of winning a:

KINDLE FIRE  Kindle-2012_Family_Page_1._V389755294_-2

KOBO MINI-eREADER

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The more comments, tweets, FB likes, and shares, the more you increase your odds of winning! Go for it. Check out the contest page for all the details.

Hope you had a great weekend!

Cheers,

Jianne

 

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Books To Go Now’s Hot Summer Nights Blog Hop May 22- May 29, 2013

May 22, 2013 by 57 Comments

BWS tips button Welcome to the Books To Go Now’s Hot Summer Nights Blog Hop!

We are offering two Grand Prizes!! In order for readers to take part, they must leave their comment and email address.  Two winners will be chosen at random and notified no later than May 31, 2013.

1st Grand Prize: (1) Kindle Fire!

2nd Grand Prize: (1) $100 Amazon Gift Card

I’m offering to give my  entire Mambo Mediterranean Series to one lucky commenter.

The Winner will be announced on May 30, 2013 – check back here to claim your prize, or check my FB or Twitter posts.

Anyone who leaves a comment with their email address is entered in not only this blog hop, but my KINDLE FOR FIREWORKS CONTEST. That’s two chances to win TWO KINDLE FIRES.

Without further ado, here is my post for the Hot Summer’s Night Blog Hop:

TN_3_JC_CarnalinCannes_coverinExcerpt from Carnal in Cannes:

Martine took two steps forward, set her palms on his chest, and their gazes fastened. “Is it now that we play your Blind Man’s game?”
“Have you been thinking about it all evening?” Harry asked.
“C’est intriguing non? But where do we find the blind man? And who is nekkid?”
Harry chuckled, retrieved a tie from the closet, and wrapped the red strip of silk around her palm.
“Tie it around my eyes,” he ordered.
When Martine had him good and truly trussed she asked, “What now?”
He swung into a horizontal position on the mattress, rested his head in his hands, and said, “Rule number one. You get to do anything you want. Have anything you want. Stop anytime you want. It’s all about you. The goal of the game is to identify whatever you’re holding or touching or kissing.”
“And rule number two?”
“I get a turn after you.”
She fell silent studying the sculpted lines of his male beauty.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Martine,” Harry said, and he turned his head on the pillow, easily pinpointing her direction despite the blindfold. “Tell me what you want.”
Working up the courage to answer, she inhaled the aromas of the candles, a cleansing ginseng fragrance, and on her exhale she skittered closer and brushed her lips on the cusp of his shoulder. Admiring his bulging muscles, the sharp indentation midarm to his elbow, she ran her fingers down his warm flesh. The nuns avoided all mention of body parts and workings, and she’d reached adulthood aware mainly of how coupling occurred.
“What is this muscle, Harry?” She squeezed the thickest part of his arm.
For a few seconds he didn’t answer, and her stomach went all jittery.
“That’s the deltoid. Feels good when you do that.”
“You have beautiful shoulders, strong, and I can see where each muscle begins and ends.” She bent to kiss a taut spot near the crook of his neck. “And this?” Her exhale sifted a lock of warm brown hair curling around a vein that went all the way to his ear. Unable to resist she traced the throbbing vessel, nuzzling the damp flesh cording his throat.
“Trapezius,” he replied, his voice low and husky.
“I know these,” she said, placing her palms flat on his chest. “Pectorals. Men are so different here from women.”
“Praise the Lord almighty,” Harry muttered.
“So strong,” she murmured, fingering a ridged groove of flesh extending from the middle of his torso. “This is the six-pack, non? Three here and three on the other side. This one lower than its mate.”
On impulse she leaned over and used the tip of her tongue to trace each grove. Harry intoxicated her senses. She grew drunk on his now familiar Harry fragrance—soap, the CK aftershave she’d discovered in the bathroom, and a spiciness all his own. Her ears filled with his each rasped inhale, each muffled grunt, and the occasional hiss when she hit a sensitive spot.
Her tongue absorbed the slight musk and salt in the taste of him, and she closed her eyes to savor his flavor and smell, hoping she’d always be able to conjure the aroma after their year ended. She laid her cheek to his belly and ran a finger around the rim of his navel. A film of sweat coated his skin there, making the ridges outlining his six-pack glisten.

Hope you enjoyed!

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Cheers,

Jianne

 

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X is for X-Rated!

April 27, 2013 by 4 Comments

For the next fouAPRIL-2013-CALENDAR-001r days of the A to Z Challenge, I will be featuring posts from my books related to romance words beginning with the letter of the day.

I’ll also be offering a prize, a free copy of Deviant Devil, Hades Squad Book 3, to one lucky commenter.

To win the prize, all you have to do is leave a comment with your email address. Please put NO in the email if you do not want to hear about my new releases. Winners will be announced on May 1, 2013 on this site and Facebook. Winners must claim prizes within five days by emailing me at; [email protected].

I don’t believe there’s any need for an explanation for the X is for X-rated once you read today’s excerpt.

JC_DeviantDevil_coverin Deviant Devil Blurb:

Devil pulled the auction card from the envelope and read, “One blowjob in a private room. Condom mandatory. Touching only on my part. This is what you didn’t specify. Clothing, position, restraints. Forty-five seconds have elapsed. I can keep you here as long as I want until I come in your mouth, latex covered, as specified.”

The last person Devil expects to see in a BDSM club is the best friend of his buddy’s new wife, Jessica Blaine. The all-American apple pie woman he wants so badly it’s her face he sees every orgasm for the last nine months. Is she playing? Exploring? Tough, she’s on his turf now, she’s put herself up for auction, and by God she’s his for the night.

Jess is scared spit less. She’s going to suck off the man who may have killed, Aung, the college student she mentors who vanished three weeks earlier. When the wrong man, a masked stranger, wins the auction, she has no choice but to proceed. Horrified when she not only responds to the masked stranger, but climaxes, Jess flees.

Devil lets her go fully intending to reel her in. His way.

Excerpt:

As instructed, Demon had her kneeling on the soft carpet, blindfolded, arms stretched wide, and the silk bonds on her wrists connected to rings attached via a long arm to the walls. She had her head cocked to one side. Even in the dim lighting, the robe hid none of her charms, and the outline of her curves, the shadow between her thighs had his pulse doing erratic leapfrogs.

Adjusting the dimmer of the overhead lights so he could feast on Jess’s responses and fine-tune his strategy, Devil circled her kneeling form. The fury he’d managed to dam detonated and erupted. Molten lava replaced his blood. He stood there inhaling liquid fire, repeating SEAL breathing exercises until he regained control, and assumed his dom mode.

“I didn’t agree to this.” Her voice wavered, but she lifted her chin in defiance. “I agreed to a blowjob.”

Devil pulled the auction card from the envelope and read, “One blowjob in a private room. Condom mandatory. Touching only on my part.”

She exhaled, her uneven breathing a sonata to his ears.

“That’s right. Exactly right.”

He pulled out his switchblade, slit her robe down the middle, and stifled a hiss as the material parted to reveal creamy skin, the swells of her breasts, a flat belly he dreamed of, pale golden curls framing the treasure between slender thighs.

Squatting so their faces were level, he drank in the sight of her: the long, elegant neck, the delicate line of her jaw, the cock-stiffening perfume peculiar only to this woman. A finger’s width separated their noses. Devil knew she felt his closeness, waited for him to respond, and he let the silence stretch, relishing the short puffs of minty breath escaping her pouting mouth.

“What are you doing?” She tugged furiously at the silk bonds holding her arms wide. “I demand a witness. I’m allowed that. Those are the rules.”

“This is what you didn’t specify. Clothing, position, restraints.” Devil checked his watch. “Forty-five seconds have elapsed. I can keep you here as long as I want until I come in your mouth, latex covered as specified.”

She’d lost all color, and those porn-fantasy lips he lusted after quivered. When she opened her mouth, he said, “Listen carefully because there are two ways this can go down.”

Cutting the sleeves of the robe, he continued, “I can hold you to the literal translation of the card. You can invite a witness to make me adhere to the rules.”

What remained of the robe floated to the floor. Jess shivered; her nipples were a shade darker than her rose lips, and they pearled and puckered.

A shudder racked through him. He sat back on his heels, and the leather pants squeezed his cock and testicles harder than any vise he’d ever tried. Devil closed his eyes, went through the SEAL breathing sequence yet again until blood flow restored baseline brain functions.

Stick to the plan.

“I can and will keep you here for the rest of the night. I don’t have to let you out of this room until I get what I paid five thousand dollars for. A blowjob. I can go for hours without coming.”

Her sinful mouth tightened into a pucker. She snorted. “And the other way?”

“One fifteen-minute session in this position. My mouth and tongue only.”

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Cheers,

Jianne

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W is for Wicked!

April 26, 2013 by 3 Comments

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For the next four days of the A to Z Challenge, I will be featuring posts from my books related to romance words beginning with the letter of the day.

I’ll also be offering a prize, a free copy of Deviant Devil, Hades Squad Book 3, to one lucky commenter.

To win the prize, all you have to do is leave a comment with your email address. Please put NO in the email if you do not want to hear about my new releases. Winners will be announced on May 1, 2013 on this site and Facebook. Winners must claim prizes within five days by emailing me at; [email protected].

Here’s a another snippet from Deviant Devil.

JC_DeviantDevil_coverinDeviant Devil Blurb:

Devil pulled the auction card from the envelope and read, “One blowjob in a private room. Condom mandatory. Touching only on my part. This is what you didn’t specify. Clothing, position, restraints. Forty-five seconds have elapsed. I can keep you here as long as I want until I come in your mouth, latex covered, as specified.”

The last person Devil expects to see in a BDSM club is the best friend of his buddy’s new wife, Jessica Blaine. The all-American apple pie woman he wants so badly it’s her face he sees every orgasm for the last nine months. Is she playing? Exploring? Tough, she’s on his turf now, she’s put herself up for auction, and by God she’s his for the night.

Jess is scared spit less. She’s going to suck off the man who may have killed, Aung, the college student she mentors who vanished three weeks earlier. When the wrong man, a masked stranger, wins the auction, she has no choice but to proceed. Horrified when she not only responds to the masked stranger, but climaxes, Jess flees.

Devil lets her go fully intending to reel her in. His way.

Excerpt:

Taking the freebie she’d given him, Devil tucked a strand of hair behind Jess’s ear and focused on the charcoal falling off the grate. “After you told me where to get off that night at Sinner’s seven months ago, I went on a weeklong spree. Turns out screwing like a bull didn’t cure me of what I wanted. You.”

He saw the disbelief in her eyes. “What don’t you believe, Jess? That I’ve been celibate since then?”

She shook her head. “You’re not the kind of man who takes the time to lie. I don’t understand — why me? I’m so not your type.”

“What’s my type?”

“Women who love sex.” She rolled a shoulder. “I’m not sure I can be the kind of woman you normally want.”

He glanced down to find her studying the wine in her glass. Running a finger along the angle of her cheekbone, he murmured, “You are the woman I want, Jessica Mary Blaine. You.”

She traced the rim of the crystal and swallowed. “You’re a very sexual man. I’ve known that from the start. I don’t, as you put it, screw. I’ve had two prior relationships, and the main reasons they didn’t work is because I wasn’t interested in the physical parts. I’m not a very sexual woman.”

Jealousy went viral in his blood. The heat from the roaring flames couldn’t compete with the coal-hot tinders sparking his flesh. He splayed his hands to keep from grabbing her. Wanted nothing more than to kiss and screw the memory of any man other than him from her brain.

Then her words sank into his feeble mind.

Those two other a-holes hadn’t cut the grade.

She hadn’t had screaming orgasms with either of them.

Devil tried not to grin. Restrained from beating his chest, but only by turning a strangled howl into a coughed grunt.

He tilted her chin. “After tonight and last night, you can’t still believe that?”

“It’s true.” She lowered her eyelids and chewed her lip. “I hate even the thought of oral sex.”

“Jess –”

“No. Let me finish. Okay. I enjoyed what you did. It’s probably some sort of fluke. But you’ll expect me to reciprocate, and I don’t know if I can. Without gagging.”

And just like that, he fell in love.

He, Dominix Alexander Zubiri, was in love.

With a woman who gagged at the thought of sucking his dick.

The universe’s idea of a wicked joke.

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Jianne

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