Prymal Lust Book Tour August 5 to August 22! Prizes, Contests & Flash Surprises!

Prymal_Lust-Jianne_Carlo-200x320Today is the start of my book tour for Prymal Lust! Come on down and join me on this tour – there will be prizes (of course), surprises, and flash contests!  Here’s the Prymal Lust Book Tour Schedule – organized by Nicole Ulery of Books N Pearls:

Date

Site

URL

4-Aug

Books N Pearls

http://booksnpearls.weebly.com

5-Aug

 Karen Blue Reviews          

http://reviews.hedovibes.com

6-Aug

 In The Pages of a Good Book  

http://inthepagesofagoodbook.com/

7-Aug

Books N Pearls (Release Day)  

http://booksnpearls.weebly.com/blog

8-Aug

Twinsie Talk                            

 http://www.twinsietalk.com

9-Aug

Secret Hungers            

http://secrethungers.wordpress.com/ 

10-Aug

Renea Mason                

http://reneamason.com/blog-2/ 

12-Aug

TNT Reviews            

http://tntreviews.weebly.com/

13-Aug

Underneath the Covers

 http://underneaththecoversblog.com/

14-Aug

Angel’s Guilty Pleasures  

http://angelsguiltypleasures.com

15-Aug

Book Junkie

http://ashleythebookjunkie.blogspot.com

22-Aug

Cait Jarrod          

http://caitjarrod.com 

 

Have a tremendous Tuesday!
Cheers,

Jianne

Prymal – The Series

Getting soooo excited. The first book in my new Prymal SEAL paranormal series, Prymal Lust, releases in 10 days on August 7, 2014!!

So here’s the trailer, cover, and a sneak preview of the books to come:

Prymal – The Series

The primal call of Mate Claim sparks battle among the three species of shifters—Wylfen, Feral, and Rogue—and has for generations. These violent feuds incite hunts by humankind, driving shifters near extinction.

To protect their people the aristocratic Wylfen ban the practice of Mate Claim. The Senior Council now decides all mate alliances to protect their pure blood and promote the politically premier families.

Feral and Rogue shifters still practice the primitive ritual. The Feral shifters are half-breed humans, while the Rogue shifters share two sets of animal DNA, big cat and wolf, as well as human.

Both are considered the basest of beasts in the eyes of the Wylfen. Secret schemes to eradicate the Feral and Rogue are put into motion backed by Wylfen wealth and power. Their success leaves less than a hundred Feral and Rogue shifters on the planet.

When a Rogue alpha claims a Wylfen female, the mated pair forms a coalition with a Feral male. An alliance is created: Prymal, a new species and pack born of Rogue, Wylfen, and Feral, fracturing all established traditions.

And war begins…

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Prymal Lust – Release August 7, 2014

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 instructor. Then she discovers he’s a Feral 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 Obsession – Release October 2, 2014

Brut Jurango’s pack is one of butt-ugly misfits, and he’s devoted to each and every member. When his mate and his entire pack’s slaughtered, he lives for one sole purpose–revenge. Brut’s a mixed breed, wolf, panther, and human. He had a mate, and shifters are supposed to have only one in a lifetime. So why can’t he resist Sidonie Walker’s call? Or is this just one more lie proliferated by the Wylfen?

Prymal Passion – Release December 4, 2014

Bandit Jackson’s a Rogue wolf who lives for the moment. He makes out like a bandit in all walks of life. No commitments, no strings, tons of women, wine, and eclectic gourmet food. The last thing he needs is a battered wife on the run with a toddler.

 Prymal Hunger – Release February 5, 2015

The Kydd, aka Kydd Kolton, leads a charmed life. A Rogue wolf and retired UFC fighter, he’s parlayed his toned bod and surfer good looks into an acting career. Rich, famous, handsomer than sin, the Kydd’s never had to lift more than a pinky or a perfect brow to snare a woman. Until he meets Helle, a human female, whose sole purpose in life is to torture him.

After Prymal Hunger, there will be two other Prymal books – as yet untitled.

Have a Magnificent Monday!

Cheers,

 

Jianne

Prymal Urges or Prymal Obsession???

Which title do you like better—Prymal Urges or Prymal Obsession? No matter which one you prefer, it’s done!!!! Yay!!!The second book in my new SEAL paranormal suspense series is completed!!!!! Nothing is more freeing than submitting a completed book to your editor. Of course, then you have to deal with the nail biting anxiety of…did she like it? OMG—should I have ended it that way? Did I explain the killing properly? Was the wrap-up complete?

To assuage my sudden plunge in self-confidence here’s a peek at Prymal Urges:

Brut Jurango had avoided Sidonie Walker for seventy-three hours, nine minutes, forty-one seconds, and counting. He didn’t trust himself around Sidonie. Had already decided to return to the site of his pack’s slaughter and resume tracking the killers. He had no time for anything other than vengeance.
The oversize black tires of the white F150 Sidonie drove kicked wide dust funnels in the distance. He had the time to absent himself from the house before she arrived, but something about her erratic seesawing on the road kept him frozen in place.
Brut slugged down the rest of his lukewarm coffee, turned on the tap, and washed the porcelain. Through the open window above the sink, he observed Sidonie yanking the hand brake, unbuckling her seat belt, and shoving open the driver’s door. She jumped to the paved asphalt, teetered, and wind milled her arms to regain her balance.      Her glorious reddish-blonde ringlet curls glinted and danced in wild disarray concealing her features save for the tip of her nose.
Alarms pinged.
Sidonie’s gait always reminded him of the elegant, languorous loping of a gazelle, even in her trademark five and six inch stilettoes.
A dry breeze wound up the gulley from the base of the mountain chasing Sid’s distinctive fragrance, a combo of musk, a hint of greenness, and rose-petals, right to Brut’s greedy nostrils. He inhaled and held the breath, sifting the essence of her scent and allowing the different perfumes to settle into his olfactory neurons. He frowned when the last sinking elements of her aroma revealed a hitherto un-detected hint of acidity.
Sid sprinted up the incline to the deck, stumbled on the first step, and grabbed the rail with both hands.
The slapping of her shoes on the wooden steps while she navigated her way onto the deck puzzled him. The sound didn’t go with the picture.
His hackles stiffened the instant he saw her face.
No makeup, not even a hint of mascara.
Sidonie wore cosmetic armor.
Always.
She had a peaches and cream complexion, skin so translucent and flawless, that from the moment he’d laid eyes on her, Brut had fantasized about touching and tasting her.
Their eyes met when she reached the top step.
A blast of terror, pungent and bitter, wove through Sidonie’s unique aroma.
Brut straightened, his olfactory senses on full alert. His woman was scared spit less. An unbridled wave of wrath laced with the compulsive urge to protect her swamped him.
She disappeared from view for mere seconds and then hurtled through the open kitchen door. Her head jerked right, left, and she did two more double takes before casting him a sidelong scowl. “I need Lycus. Where is he?”
“Not here.” Resentment and lust tangoed to jar a harsh f**k-you note into the two words he spat. F**k her needing any man but him.
“Tania?” Her voice, husky, low, and graveled with steel branded him. The woman had only to come within hearing or smelling distance and his big cat and wolf DNA exploded. His c**k unfurled. He reviled the way his scarred and tattooed body reacted to her. Despised her blatant want-to-f**k-the-ugly-beast human female reaction he’d encountered too often during his short lifespan.
“Neither.” He leaned his elbows on the granite countertop. Didn’t give a f**king crap if the move made his arousal obvious.
“Axe?” She pressed a fist to her mouth.
“Same.” Brut crossed his arms and inspected her from head to toe. Instead of her trademark stilettos, she wore flip-flops. This Sidonie, wearing a baggy white T with jagged blue stains, and jeans faded from too many washings, worried him.
“Can you not flipping answer a question with more than one word?”
He frowned at the note of hysteria in her screeched query. “No.”
“Is it just me? Or are you this surly and unresponsive with everyone?” She carried a sheet of wadded paper in one hand.
“You.”
Lord, it’s turning out to be a Merciless Monday.
Cheers,

Jianne