RedZ World Reviews!

It’s the day before Prymal Obsession releases, and I awaken to this awesome review of Prymal Lust from Redz World reviews. Don’t forget Prymal Obsession is available for pre-order at Amazon:  tinyurl.com/oh9uz2m

Just couldn’t resist tooting my own horn on this hump day!

Sunday, September 28, 2014
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Recommended Read- Prymal Lust by Jianne Carlo
Title: Prymal Lust
Series: Prymal Book 1
Author: Jianne Carlo
Genre:    Paranormal Romance, Horror, Shapreshifter
(M/F, violence, oral sex)
Page Count: 116
Reviewer: Cassiopeia
Buy link: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-prymallust-1588142-340.html

 Prymal_Lust-Jianne_Carlo-200x320Review of book:

You know you have a winner when you’re reading a book and feverishly begin plotting how much time you’re going to have to wait until the next installment of the series comes out. Prymal Lust had been recommended to me by more than one friend, and yet I hesitated to read and review the first installment in Jianne Carlo’s Prymal series.  What an idiot I was. Prymal Lust was well written, suspenseful, and chock full of just the type of guy that I like: an alpha male that will move heaven and earth for his woman.  Except when her safety is at risk.  And let me tell you, Tania was in trouble of some sort more than she was out of it, so there were moments when she and her mate, Axe were at odds. Even then, I loved how Ms. Carlo allowed the characters to have a realistic discussion and work things through.

Tania Prakov, as a Wylfen, appears to be part of the aristocracy in the shifter world.  One where, if you don’t fit their narrow ideal of perfection, you can be assured that you’ll be hunted to the point of death.  Even having been brought up with this myopic ideal, Tania struggled with the traditional role of wife and uterine production engineer (read: baby maker) she was being groomed to play.  Desiring more out of life, she was allowed to attend culinary school and have a career that was independent of her family’s dreams for her. She’s also no prude, having taken lovers (all human) during her time living apart from her family, but she’s discreet, careful that no hint of her alternate life reach anyone in the Wylfen community.

Then Axe happens.

Axe is her twin brother, Jaz’s SEAL instructor and happens to be a feral wolf.  The irony that Tania is his mate, and as such,knowing that casual physical contact would be deadly to them, is not lost on him.  His struggle to do what he thought would be best for Tania vs. what instinct (initially) was driving him towards, was interesting to watch.  He came across as a no-nonsense, kick-your-ass-now, ask-questions-later kind of guy, but surprised me with the depth of conscience and compassion he demonstrated towards his mate.  He genuinely wanted Tania to be happy, and within reason was willing to do whatever it took to achieve that with her.  Too often in these types of stories, you see one partner in the pairing giving in to the point of ridiculousness, and the other one inflexible as concrete.  Not the case withPrymal, and it gave me another reason to love the book.When Tania was in the wrong, she’d say so, even when she had to take time and work things through for herself before admitting it.

I didn’t even mind their instant bonding, as I felt that it was explained well enough in the story’s premise to be believable, and it actually helped ratchet up their sexual tension for me.  Believe me, even though the couple “do the dance with no pants”very early on in the book, it in no way diminishes their chemistry throughout the duration.  The author knew exactly what balance of emotion and smut to throw in the mix to ensure that I’d be fanning myself religiously every time Tania and Axe got busy.

I’ll say it again – I LOVED Prymal Lust, and heartily recommend it to anyone who’s a fan of paranormal/military/alternate history genres.  I can’t wait for the next installment to be released, because the secondary characters in this book were engaging, intriguing and hotter than hell.  Jianne Carlo has me hooked; and I don’t care one bit. You might initially pick this story up for the panty dropping alpha male hero, but you’ll devour it to the last page because of its well written characters and multi-layered plot.

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Five Shooting Stars!!

I hope your hump day started as well as mine 🙂

Cheers,

 

Jianne

Prymal Obsession Trailer – The BookChick Does It Again!

I’m one of those people who’s so dyslexic that no one asks me left or right. Nope—they say—which hand? That goes quadruple for any kind of graphics or drawing. People who’re talented spatially have my utmost admiration. Like Georgia Woods of Hartwood Publishing,  and  artist Fiona Jade. These two women can whip up a stunning cover in no time. Needless to say, I suck at Pictionary.

Why am I rambling on about this? Because I have tremendous awe and respect for those who have these amazing talents.

And because Nita, of The BookChick reviews created this incredible trailer for Prymal Obsession. Amazing, huh?

Made my day.

And now it’s my turn to make someone else’s day. The winner of the Naughty Girls Writing Naughty Scavenger Hunt on my blog is…’

Drum roll…

Evelise Archer & June M

June- You’ve won a $5 Amazon Gift Card!

Evelise – You’ve won a free eBook copy of Prymal Lust!

Evelise, please contact me ASAP via email (jianne@jiannecarlo.com) or by leaving a comment here and let me know your preferred format for Prymal Lust.

Have a Majestic Monday everyone!

Cheers,

Jianne

Nice Girls Writing Naughty – Teacher’s Pet Scavenger Hunt!

TeacherPetBadgeThe Nice Girls Writing Naughty blog group (of which yours truly is a member) are doing a super-sexy scavenger hunt for September. As you may know, every month one of us NGNW ladies hosts a FUN event filled with drool-worthy studs, sizzling excerpt, and—PRIZES.

This month the lovely Dakota Trace is throwing the party. With the kiddos going back to school, Livvy and Dakota have come up with the notion having each of the NGWN gals post one of our yummy heroes as our Teacher’s Pet and share juicy tidbits of what he might have been like in school.

GRAND PRIZE is a $50 AMAZON GIFT CARD

MY PRIZE IS a eCopy of PRYMAL LUST & a $5 AMAZON GIFT CARD

Other NGNW Author’s Prizes are:

BOTH “Secrets of Stone” books
5 eBookCopies of Sinful Rewards 1
eBook copies of Twice the Chances, Twice the Ecstasy
eBook copies of Finding Her Rhythm and Settling the Score
eBook copy of Just a Little More and $5 Amazon gift card
eBook copies of Kitty Kitty, Bang Bang and $5 Amazon gift card
e eBook copy of A Haught Date
eBook copies of Uncollared and His Kind of Woman
eBook copy of Tiger Tiger
$15 All Romance Gift Card

To win the GRAND PRIZE all you have to do is the following:
1. Check out the Form on the NGNW website which lists all the answers you need from each author’s website.
2. Fill in the form with the answers.

Collect all the names from the various stops, enter them into the form and for each name supplied – you get one entry for the GRAND PRIZE. Hit all 14 of our blogs and comment on the main post….well that’s 15 entries.

To win MY PRIZE all you have to do is:
1. Leave a comment here (please say NO if you DON’T want to be added to my newsletter list).

Winners will be announced on Monday, 29 here on my blog, on each NGNW author’s blog,  and on the NGNW blog.

Please note: the onus is on the winner to contact each author and the NGNW blog (if they won the GRAND PRIZE) either via a comment, or via email within 5 days of the announcement, otherwise another winner will be chosen. My email is: jianne@jiannecarlo.com

My pet is Axe Richard Smith, the shifter SEAL hero of Prymal Lust.

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Isn’t he drool-worthy?

Instead of describing Axe, I decided to give you a sample of what the reviewers have to say about Axe:

He is alpha, he is strong physically and mentally and he’s hotter than the sun. Lari, Romancing The Book

The characters are amazing, with a kick-ass heroine and a to-die-for hero. Really, Axe is the alpha of the alphas. He is dominant when he must be, but he is comfortable enough with himself to let his female shine. Isabelle, The Romance Reviews

I loved Axe! He was all that you would expect from a dominant military man (SEAL), but the soft vulnerable side that went along with it, was perfect. Midnight Attic Reader

Check out Axe’s Fast Five Facts and don’t forgot to comment at the end of the post for my blog prize.

FAST FIVE FACTS:
1. I was voted the: Most likely to be a Navy SEAL—everyone was SO right!
2. When I went through Hell Week during BUD/S, I passed the underwater test by a hair’s breath. After I earned my Trident, I voluntarily redid Hell week and passed with room to spare.
3. On Friday nights, you’d have found me training in the gym.
4. In high school I joined the ROTC from the get go.
5. I was a guard for my high school football team, The Tullalulah Tigers. Go Tigers!

Couldn’t resist giving you a SNEAK  preview of Prymal Obsession, Book Two in the PRYMAL series:

Blog links on the hunt:

Angel Payne        Cynthia Sax         Dakota Trace

Dani Wade        Ella Sheridan        Harlowe Wilde

Jianne Carlo       Lara Archer      Leela Lou Dahlin

Linden Hughes      Noon & Wilder      Nona Raines

Taige Crenshaw       Tina Christopher

Good Luck in the scavenger hunt!
Cheers,

Jianne

Prymal Obsession Available for Pre-Order at Amazon!

Hartwood---prymal_obsessionSo Excited!

Book Two in the PRYMAL series, Prymal Obsession is now available for pre-order at Amazon: tinyurl.com/oh9uz2m

Blurb:
The primal call of Mate Claim sparks a battle among the three species of shifters—Wylfen, Feral, & 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. 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 & pack born of Rogue, Wylfen, & Feral. And war begins…

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 are 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?

Here’s a sneak preview:

Brut leaned closer and slid the coarse pad of his thumb under her bottom lip.

Sid’s heartbeat hitched.

“I want to taste your smile.” He wrapped one hand behind her nape, tangled his fingers in her hair, and dipped his mouth to hers.

His lips were soft, his touch a mere whisper. But the feelings his tender brushing of their closed mouths engendered had her reeling. She’d expected him to ravish her, that his kiss would be harsh, and passionate to the point of pain.

Brut’s gentleness overwhelmed her. He skipped tiny kisses along her eyebrows pausing to explore each arch. The tip of his tongue traced a circle along the sensitive skin above her eyes.

Who knew of the direct connection between eyebrow kisses and breasts? Her nipples budded into hard points and when she struggled to find oxygen the aching tips scraped against the cotton of her shirt.

Her sex clenched and she drenched the crotch of her panties. Sid clutched Brut’s bare forearms needing some purchase, any purchase because the heat searing through her had her a boneless mess of burning want.

Eyes shut, she savored his oral caresses. The way he nuzzled the back of one ear, laved the lobe, and grazed his teeth along her jawline. He appeared to be in no hurry. His mouth lingered at the corner of hers.

Fierce sparks erupted wherever he touched down. She felt like smoldering, smoking tinder ready to burst into flame. Her neck and throat, her entire face, her ears and her scalp prickled in anticipation of his next move. She shivered when he licked the corner of her mouth.

He stroked her with his tongue, a languid lapping as if that particular spot where upper and lower lip met fascinated him.

Sid tried to twist to kiss him back, but he tightened his hold on her so she couldn’t budge an inch. He nuzzled the outline of her mouth, and she heard his prolonged sniffing. Was he inhaling the aroma of her skin?

His warm breath tickled the underside of the center of her bottom lip. She moaned in a wordless pleading for more, more, more.

He feathered erratic sips across her cheek, trailed slow tongue flicks down her throat, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. Encircled her breast and ran his thumb over her straining nipple. She raised her lids, blinked his hand into focus, and her back bowed at the erotic vision of his brown thumb on the white cotton toying with her breast. Her pussy convulsed. She was on the brink.

Brut straightened. Slid one hand from her nape to the tip of her nose, and all the while his wicked thumb rolled over her nipple. A halo of amber rimmed his dilated pupils. “Tonight.”

So, after that titillating excerpt – how can you not preorder?

Have a Fabulous Friday!

Cheers,

Jianne

Prymal Passion!

Hartwood---prymal_obsessionPrymal_Lust-Jianne_Carlo-200x320There’s nothing I love more about writing than beginning a new story. It’s analogous to the heady days of a new relationship. That heart-throbbing dance between two lovers—will he, will he not? Is this one going the long haul? Or will it be a novella? Since I’m a pantser, even if I’ve outlined a vague plot, those first three chapter are my version of opening three presents, a little bit at a time. I thought it might be fun to share the whole writing experience for Prymal Passion with everyone.

The way a new book usually happens for me is this way. While I’m doing something else, for Passion I was in a Zumba class and a gym bitch knocked me down. While I scrambled to standing amidst moving bodies and attempted to make eye contact with Ms. Bitch (coward went to the other side of the room), I thought, “Bandit would’ve escorted her out of the room pronto.”

For the rest of the Zumba session, I was in Bandit zone. By the time the class ended, I had my first chapter for Prymal Passion mapped out in my head. Hey—not once have I ever claimed to be normal.

When I got home I sat down and wrote this:

 

Excerpt – Prymal Passion, Prymal Book Three: Release Date: December 4, 2014

Target sighted.

Adrenalin torpedoed through Bandit.

He let loose the beasts in him. His intensified hearing caught the minutest of movements including the slight crunching of pebbles. He followed the sound and spotted a Two-Striped Garter snake belly-rippling past his booted feet to climb the narrow gorge to the left of the rock crevice in which he crouched.

The earthy scent of a burrowing creature wafted to his nostrils. The odor came from up-wind, and Bandit’s heightened wolf vision honed onto a mound of fresh dirt that signaled a Pocket Gopher’s den. A grin lifted his lips and he traced the snake’s pursuit of its prey.

His peripheral vision trapped a fluttery skulking.

Bandit pressed his cheek to the cool stone and laser-focused on the spot where the noise originated—a jagged outcrop a good five feet below him and at a forty-five degree angle from the top of the two boulders he was sandwiched between. A normal human being wouldn’t have noticed the furtive change in the gloaming patterns, but to a Rogue shifter with both wolf and big cat DNA, the prey’s slight stirring acted as a homing beacon.

The shadow he chased froze.

Bandit relaxed his muscles and concentrated on dropping his escalating pulse. The lion in him relished toying with his quarry. Especially when said quarry became aware of being hunted. Like his did now.

His target’s sixth sense had kicked in.

Too bad it wouldn’t work in his favor tonight.

Fan-f**King-tastic. Now the real fun began.

Bandit couldn’t stifle a quick smirk.

This quarry’s illusiveness grated his craw. His fellow Prymal pack members ribbed him without mercy each dawn when he returned to Prymal’s headquarters with sweet dick all to show after several nights of stalking the intruder. That a lone interloper eluded his famed tracking and scenting skills both irritated and peeved him.

Not that any of the others, including a majority of the either active or retired Navy SEALs proved more successful. His cell vibrated. He checked the text sent to him by retired UFC fighter, Kydd Kolton, who manned Prymal’s underground security center. Two codes, the first indicating no human or shifter heat traces within the immediate vicinity aside from him and the target below. The second encrypted symbols and numbers specified that no living beings occupied any of the nine empty prefab cottages dotted about River Ranch.

For seven nights in a row, the interloper he tracked evaded his snares and booby traps. Bandit suppressed a snort. Hah! Not only did the f**Ker remain free, but he now had some food, water, and a blanket, all stolen from the bare-bone essentials stored in one of the cottages—the one he’d picked as his own.

Yippee-ki-yay motherf**Ker. You’re going down.

Bandit shifted, maintaining his transformation at a sloth’s pace. His double animal genetic makeup resulted in his transmutation into a creature with a lion’s mane and the sleek body of a gray wolf, but the claws and paws of a monster cat. He used feline stealth to creep to the apex of the boulder. Flattened his body to the curve of the rock and chased the murkiness for a ghost of change in the scenery below him, a nervous twitch, an unexpected noise, a hint of a different fragrance in the still atmosphere.

An infinitesimal flicker.

Bandit ran his coarsened tongue over the point of one canine. His fangs ached. He tested the air sifting the various night aromas carried by a sudden, but lackadaisical draft. The heavy pungency of rotting flesh dominated the regular nocturnal fragrances so prevalent in the hills overlooking San Diego. From the direction and rankness carried on the wilting gust, he guessed the dead animal lay on the other side of his canyon.

Minutes ticked by.

A half-moon breached the mountain summit to the east casting silvery beams on the opposite hillside. The blackness of the arroyo remained unabated, but not for long. Within minutes, bright beams would illuminate the gloom where the target hid. His quarry faced two choices, a sprinted escape or full exposure.

He felt rather than saw or heard his victim tensing. Zoned in on a flashed glint of steel and sneered at the puny, serrated blade clutched in a small fist. The hunter in him went full-frontal. His predatory instincts snapped into control and he absorbed the target’s position, back dug deep into loose dirt and pebbles, knees drawn, hands on either side of tensed hips.

Bandit drew his hind legs into attack position. Readied, jammed the pads of his paws into the rock, and pounced. He shifted the second his legs cleared the stone, the change instantaneous.

The shadow sprang forward. Leapt the narrow coulee, landed back-first, and slid down the loose dirt and gravel.

In mid-air, he watched his quarry scramble and fumble and raise both fists. Too late, he spied his victim’s other weapon, a pocket pistol.

Bandit rolled sideways and tucked.

The bullet whizzed past his ducked head.

Pffff!

Honed reflexes had him analyzing the sound even as he twisted and jerked into strike stance—the unmistakable sound of a wet suppressor on maybe an FMP .45.

Seconds before hitting his prey, he roared, and stretched his legs and arms wide in a spread-eagle posture.

Grinned with satisfaction when his full weight crushed the interloper into emitting a winded grunt. The impact jarred the pistol out of his target’s grip. Bandit followed the gun’s pinging freefall down the gulley.

For a second, his victim didn’t budge.

A sharp lance bit Bandit’s right shoulder.

F**K.

Surprise blunted Bandit’s reflexes when his target stabbed his shoulder again. He caged the attacking f**Kwad and jammed his fist into the asshole’s solar plexus.

Heard the gasp as the breath was sucked out of the f**Ker. Took advantage of his prey’s stunned state, seized the f**Ker’s bony wrists with one hand, and yanked them high above his captive’s head.

The dick-head refused to yield and tried to knee him in the groin.

Bandit rotated and just managed to avoid the blow. As he bore down on the slight form beneath him, and trapped the frantically squirming body with his pelvis and thighs, a whiff of an enticing aroma pooled heat to his groin.

What the f**K?

Shocked by his body’s response to the scent, he lifted to one side to study the person beneath him.

The little shit bit his earlobe.

Hot blood trailed down Bandit’s nape. He inhaled and froze for a heartbeat, the perfume radiating from his victim at once tantalizing and tempting. His dick stirred.

What in f**King hell?

Bandit had total control over his sexuality. Never got an unwanted boner. And now he had a jones for a f**King male? He clenched his back teeth and willed his idiotic f**King shaft flaccid.

Hope you enjoyed.

Cheers,

Jianne