Start The Week Hungry!

June 27, 2016 by Leave a Comment

Prymal Hunger’s up and running at Amazon!!! Yay – Snoopy Happy Dance!!!

Save 20% by pre-ordering Prymal Hunger ! Click on the link below:

Prymal_Hunger-Jianne_Carlo--200x320Blurb:

Kydd Kolton leads a charmed life. A Rogue wolf and retired UWF fighter, he parlays his toned bod and surfer good looks into a wildly successful acting career. Rich, famous, handsomer than sin, Kydd’s never had to lift more than a pinky or a perfect brow to snare a woman until he meets Helle.

Helle snares the dream job to launch her Hollywood ambitions—she’s Kydd Kolton’s new personal assistant. After her recent horrifying kidnapping by a sexual predator, the mere notion of desire repulses her. The last thing she expects is her explosive attraction to Kydd. When Kydd tells her he’s a shifter, she’s certain he’s lost his marbles.

Then he shows her his wolf.

And the secret she’s kept for her entire life unravels, tumbling Helle and Kydd into murder and mayhem. Can she trust Kydd to keep her safe?

Excerpt:
***

Helle Francis Rivers froze.

Her lungs went on total shutdown and her oxygen-deprived brain reeled with an intoxicating giddiness.

She couldn’t haul her gaze away from Kydd
Kolton’s mesmerizing eyes, one moment the breath taking blue of the azure California sky, the next a turquoise sparkling with emerald facets.

No human being should be so gorgeous.

Kydd Kolton was even more beautiful in person than onscreen. The straight, shoulder-length blond hair, those incredible turquoise eyes, and the way they actually twinkled when he flashed her the baddest-bad-boy grin on the planet.

A thunderstorm of déjà vu frazzled her gray matter. An overwhelming awareness of him swamped her. Helle felt like she’d known him for an eternity. She recognized his distinct scent, a mixture of leather, grass and wind, comfort, and spiraling excitement.

Why did he smell so familiar, so right? So frigging sexy.

She clenched her vaginal walls hoping to stem the creamy rivulets now tickling her panties. This could not be happening. No man had ever turned her on.

Not once had she ever experienced desire.

Curiosity—yes.

Desire—no.

How many times had she Googled the symptoms? Mentally evaluated them while kissing or being caressed? Not once in her life had her sex ever creamed. Except for that hint of moisture while she’d been on the phone with Kydd Kolton first thing this morning.

No. No. No.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

She did not, could not, want to jump Kydd Kolton’s bones.

All at once, an image of Kydd and her naked on a beach with foamy waves lapping at their joined bodies sucked away what was left of her rationality. The fine sand molded and sank when he drove his cock into her.

Whaaat?

Helle stiffened to repress an all-over body shudder.

Was she actually fantasizing?

“And who’s this?”

The scratch-on-a-blackboard voice jerked Helle out of her sensual daze. The contempt-laced question came from a mouth of plumped and painted perfection. The face belonging to those luscious lips held not a hint of a flaw. The traffic-stopping body attached to Ms. Perfect’s countenance flared plumes of envy and instant dislike within Helle.

Gawd.

What a fool she was.

How could she imagine Kydd Kolton desired her when Ms. Perfection was draped all over him?

For a second, Helle’s gaze touched down on the blonde’s G-cup breasts. She choked back a howl of frustration. As if Kydd Kolton would deign to examine her almost non-existent A tits.

She had imagined his reaction.

Must’ve.

For Helle knew without a morsel of doubt no man could ever want her. Not a woman with her morbid secrets. Secrets so dank, so vile it had driven Josiah to his death.

Josiah.

Why did she have to think of Josiah now?

***

Now ain’t that a great way to start the week???

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Merry Monday everyone!

Cheers,

Jianne

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My Alpha Excerpt!

April 25, 2016 by Leave a Comment

Merry Monday Morning Everyone!

Can you believe it’s almost May? Where did the first four months of 2016 go? Honestly, the world must be spinning faster. I feel as if I’ve been playing catch up forever.

First my site crashed last week and the only backup that could be restored is from November, 2015. Aaaaargh! Gah. Like I need more work. At any rate, I now have firm release dates for the coming months:

My Alpha – June 2, 2016

Prymal Hunger – July 7, 2016

Wolf Raider – September 1, 2016

The Bear and The Bride – October 6, 2016

Gray Wolf – November 3 , 2016

The Dragon Slayer – December 1, 2016

Only two covers right now, My    Alpha and Prymal Hunger.

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Have a great day!

Cheers,

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Returning From Social Media Hibernation!

October 12, 2015 by Leave a Comment

Prymal_Hunger-Jianne_Carlo--200x320It’s amazing how much you can get done when you take a social media vacation!

Honestly, I never realized how much of a time-suck updating FB, my blog, and tweeting was until the last couple of months.

I’m finally up to date on most of my projects.

Manhandled is finished—YAY!!!

Notorious, Carnal, Prymal Hunger, and Wulf are in the works.

And I’ve started three new Viking books!

I should take social media holidays more often, right? Maybe. But while I hunkered down in my EDJ and writing caves, summer ended, pumpkins are now everywhere, and I just know before I blink—the holidays will be on us!

Swear to all the gods out there—the globe spins faster from September to January 1st!!!!

Who doesn’t agree with that?

Here’s a tempting tease from Manhandled:

***

“Rolan, sweetie. You’re not eating. The food’s gonna get cold,” whined Cindy-something, breaking into his reminisces.

Rolan stifled another groan as he took in the clothes strewn across the burgundy Persian rug, the rumpled bed sheets, Cindy’s naked double-D breasts, the platinum nipple rings, and the diamonds dangling from her navel.

What had Sarita seen?

Closing his eyes, he tried to picture the scene she’d interrupted—Cindy on her haunches, one palm on his groin, his semi-erect prick. He choked back a howl. What a disastrous way to reunite with the girl who’d haunted his dreams for  the last twelve years. Shame had him stumbling back to the bed.

His knees collapsed and his butt slammed onto the mattress.

What a f**king man-whore he’d become. When had it happened? When had he gone from shiny and idealistic to contemptuous, egotistic, and unscrupulous? At least where women were concerned.

Elbows jammed onto his thighs, forehead propped in his palms, he closed his eyes against the mortifying ignominy burning his flesh. Sarita had once adored him, but now she must despise and scorn him.

And rightly so.

He didn’t even know Cindy’s last name. Didn’t care to know. The Rolan Sarita had known in high school might’ve been bigheaded, but never would he have sacrificed his morals. Shit to that. He’d abandoned any sexual ethics after his first Super Bowl win.

Twelve years ago, he’d taken Sarita’s virginity.

And on each twenty-ninth of May for every year since, he’d awoken aroused, with her face burned on his pupils. He’d learned after the first couple of years not to bother with substitutes, not when their faces were replaced by hers at the height of his climax.

He downed a glass of orange juice.

How had Sarita ended up on Sir Geoffrey Stanford’s yacht in Monte Carlo? Where had she been all this while?

***

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt

Merry manic Monday everyone!

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SATAN’s Nominated for The Romance Review’s Reader’s Choice Award!

September 11, 2015 by Leave a Comment

Satan-Jianne_Carlo-200x320To be eligible for the next round in the Reader’s Choice Award, Satan needs YOUR nomination!

Voting starts today, September 11, 2015 and will end on September 30, 2015.

Simply click on the link below to nominate Satan for the award:

http://www.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=17353

If you feel like tweeting Satan’s nomination—here’s a sample tweet to cut and paste:

@TRRtweet Vote for Satan for TRR’s Reader’s Choice #romance #SEAL #sexy http://tinyurl.com/o4vjr8w

To close out the summer, I thought to have a little fun contest.

Send me the weirdest thing that happened to you or a friend this summer and I’ll give three winners a choice of any book from my backlist. Get your entries to me by September 30, 2015.

The Viking will pick the three best, as usual and I’ll announce the winners on October 1, 2015 on my blog, my FB Author Page, and Twitter!

FYI, I’m due to finish Prymal Hunger, Kydd Kolton’s tale, next week! YAY!  Here’s the scrumptious cover for Prymal Hunger:

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Gosh, I just love looking at that cover. Wondering why Kydd Kolton doesn’t have his trademark shoulder-length blond hair on the cover? You’ll have to read Prymal Hunger to find out that one *smirk*

Have a Fantastic Friday everyone!

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Prymal Hunger

May 4, 2015 by Leave a Comment

I know it’s been a while since I posted and I apologize. The Viking and I were out of the country and our internet access was dismal.

Can you believe that? In this day and age?

Though I’m loathe to admit it, I realized how much I depend on the net to simply exist during the last while. It was so frustrating not being able to Google anything I wanted when I wanted. When your phone’s in airplane mode and there’s no universal net access,  you’re screwed. Unless you want to pay a fortune to tweet or text.

Sigh. I’m praying that we encounter plenty of cheap internet cafes during our three weeks in Scandinavia, Russia, Latvia, and Estonia this coming June.

Meanwhile, I’m scrambling to finish Prymal Hunger ASAP.  Unfortunately, my deadline date’s slipped and that means Prymal Hunger’s release has slipped to August, maybe even September. I’ll keep everyone posted.

No cover as yet, mainly because I haven’t handed in the form. (Aarggh! Another to do to add to my list.) So, I’m going to show the covers of the first three Prymal books:

Prymal Series to Passion

To make up for that bad news, I figured on giving you an unedited peek at Prymal Hunger.

***

A whiff of coffee teased Kydd Kolton’s nose and memory.

Damn, he was supposed to meet Helle, his new PA. His mood soured. He re-traced his footsteps and walked into the only Starbucks available for the three studios situated on the lot. His wolf-vision adjusted to the dimness instantly. He scanned the crowded coffee bar, realized he had no clue what the fuck Helle looked like, and waited for the blasted female to approach him.

Right then, Kydd spied Juicy Darling, waltzing his way. He stifled a groan. Crap. She was the last female he wanted to deal with. Kydd had a strict hookup policy—he never fucked the same woman twice and each and everyone knew upfront their screwing was a one and done. Juicy refused to accept that status.

Juicy, the star of the re-make of One Million Years B.C., wore a skimpier version of the ripped and torn costume that zapped Raquel Welch to sex-bombshell status some half a century ago.

“Kydd Kolton. It’s been way too long.” Juicy looped her arms around his neck. She nuzzled his jaw and licked his mouth.

Kydd repressed both a gag and a shudder when Juicy’s signature perfume, a cloying mixture of musk and frangipani, hit his nose.

Behind him, he heard a throat clear, and a dusky-CFM voice drawled, “Shall I take it that our appointment’s been postponed?”

Snatching at any excuse to rid himself of Juicy, Kydd captured her wrists, removed her hands from his neck to her sides, and pivoted, giving Juicy his back.

He just about swallowed his tongue.

The name Helle suited her. For even without benefit of his wolf-hearing, he recognized the sex and cigars voice that had awoken him and his cock this morning.

A riot of glossy flame-colored windswept curls framed an elfin, freckled-faced woman-child. Honey-hued doe-shaped eyes lobbed scorn and infuriation at him. Her strawberry-ripe plump lips curled into a sneer Freddy Kruger would envy.

He pictured those lips wrapped around his dick and hardened on a heartbeat.

“Well?” Hands jammed on lean jeans-encased hips, she tossed her head back to reveal a graceful, slender neck.

Claim-bite her.

***

Hope that makes up a tad for the release delay of Prymal Hunger!

Have a magnificent Monday!

Cheers,

Jianne

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