Winners, Winners, & More Winners of Erotic Viking, Contemporary, & Paranormal Romances from Jianne Carlo

I love announcing contest winners!!! It’s so much fun to tell someone they’ve won a prize. Honestly – have you ever felt badly when you found out you won something? Even if it’s just a swag prize? Nope. Not me.

Here are the winners of the CAPA awards party:

 Tawania                       Demon Seed    

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  Laurie P                       Alpha Me Not


Sydney W                   Death Blow


Leela                          Amazon Gift Card $10.00

Here are the winners of the VALENTINE’S SWEPT AWAY BLOG HOP:

Colleen C                    Alpha Me Not


Cassandra Hicks         Valentine Voodoo          

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All winners have 5 days to claim their prizes either by leaving a comment here or by emailing me at [email protected].

Thanks to everyone for participating!




The Valentine’s Swept Away Blog Hop February 14 – 17 & Weekend Warriors 8 Sentence Sunday

logo - weekend warriorsSo I did it again. Signed up for two things happening at the same time. Aaaaargh!

This is the debut of the Weekend Writing Warriors 8 Sentence Sunday. The rules are pretty simple and here they are:

Sign up at the Weekend Writing Warriors Site, then post 8 sentences of your writing, published or unpublished,  to go live after 12:00 noon on Saturday 2/16/13.  Then visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8 sentence posts.   Spread the word. Twitter hashtag #8sunday.

Vengeance Hammer, Viking Vengeance Book Three, tentative blurb:

Vengeance would be his. All Dráddør has to do is kill Arnfinn, the Earl of Caithness, wed and bed the man’s first-born daughter, Lady Xara, and he fulfills the oath made to his dying father. Revenge.

But fate cheats Dráddør.

He arrives at Caithness to find Arnfinn dead. Poisoned by his own wife.

When he discovers Lady Xára cannot speak, Dráddør marries her anyway to claim the lands and title knowing full well that King Kenneth could not fault him if he later casts Xára aside.

Desperate to protect her sister, Evie, and the woman all think of as her mother, Lady Jennie, Xára willingly weds the Viking, Dráddørr. She must win Dráddør to her side before he discovers the secret that will destroy them all.

In the following scene, the king’s law sayer demands Dráddør publicly consummate his vows with Lady Xára.

Here are my 8 sentences:

“There is the evidence of the consummation—Olaf, you are satisfied?”


Humiliation scalded her from head to toe.

An ominous silence held sway over the chamber.

Xára tried not to listen to the low murmurs and rustling of linens, tried not to imagine all who had witnessed her wanton behavior, and failed miserably. All she had not heard afore now came in thunderous waves to her ears. The whispers were all of the Viking and his friend discussing her lack of a voice and whether her new husband would set her aside.

How wrong she had been to place her trust in him.

Hope you enjoyed! Vengeance Hammer releases on May 17, 2013

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Welcome to The Valentine’s Swept Away Blog Hop!

Stay tuned at the end of this post for a list of giveaways.

I think every woman dreams about being swept off their feet. Don’t you?

My swept off experience has happened more than once – a trip to Hedonism II in Jamaica – a long weekend getaway to St. Augustine, Florida – and the crème de la crème – a surprise dream trip to Paris for a 5 days!

It’s no shock then, that several of my heroes have swept their women off their feet! Maybe not on their first encounter with the woman of their dreams (some have been disastrous like Eli Gallager in Valentine Voodoo), but certainly during the telling of their tale.

One of my favorite ‘swept off her feet’ scenes is in Alpha Me Not. The hero, Joe, has planned the perfect romantic dinner under the stars, wine and great food on the deck, followed by dancing in the moonlight. What he doesn’t count on is a mate who fights him every step of the way because she never learned how to dance. Here’s a little teaser from that scene.

Blurb: Susie White’s motto is Alpha Me Not.  Mercenary wolf Joe Huroq lives for hot sex and no strings. They add up to the perfect affair, but murder changes everything.



The click of heels preceded his mate’s entrance to the dining room. Joe had moved the furniture against the walls and rolled up the carpet. The marble floor was the perfect foil for the modified fox-trot most people called slow dancing and the song’s double-single-double-single timing demanded the more intimate hug-and-sway version. With Susie uptight about any form of dancing, he hoped to ease her into the rhythm and then keep her loose and relaxed.

She took his breath away.

“You look beautiful. Wild, carefree, ready to embrace life with outstretched arms.” He held out his hand.

Color rioted across her cheeks. The thick fringe of her black lashes fluttered. She interlaced her fingers with his.

Unable to resist, he skimmed his lips over her knuckles and reeled her in. Curved an arm about her waist, marveling at the narrow span, and leaned his forehead on hers. “Perfect. Thigh to thigh. Breast to chest. Groin to groin. Sex to sex. But best of all, mouth to mouth. We can kiss for hours without a cricked neck.”

A delightful giggle burst through her lips. “Not the seductive words I’d expected.”

He swayed to the music’s hypnotic beat, slid his hand down to her bottom, and pressed their bodies together. “When I saw you in the cafeteria earlier, the first image that popped into my head was you in those heels butt nekkid.”

“Still not seductive, but more what I had in mind.” She exhaled audibly, her taut nipples clearly visible through the translucent cream fabric. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she leaned into him, shot him a sultry, half-lidded peep, and rubbed her mound over his erection.

His cock throbbed. Age-old beast instincts snatched control. He inserted his leg between hers, keeping the feet pattern closed, forcing her to grind and cradle his erection.

“Joe.” She fisted her hands in his shirt. “Let’s go to your bed.”

Blood surged to his groin, his scrotum tightened, and his balls contracted sharply. Not since his lust-crazed teenage days had he vaulted from raring to spilling in less than nine seconds.

He gritted his teeth and calculated the pi ratio to fifteen decimal places. His pulse slowed as he concentrated, and gradually he pulled back from the edge.

“Soon,” he crooned. “I promised you a dance lesson.”

She tilted her head back, and he grinned at her pouted mouth and disgruntled frown. “I want another kind of lesson.”

“One dance lesson. As many as you like of the other.”

One brow quirked. Her lips curled into a kitten-finishing-the-last-lick-of-cream smile; she wriggled her hips side to side and paused to center her pussy at the base of his arousal. “You know the saying about a bird in the hand? If I were you, I’d get mine while the getting’s good.”

“No distractions, gypsy. You’re creaming again. Getting ready for me. Your cheeks are flushed. That elegant, arrogant nose of yours is quivering like a mare scenting the stallion flanking her rear. I want to take you like a randy stud. Get you on all fours. Lick every inch of your saucy rump. Bury my nose in your juices.”

As he whispered into her ear, grazing the tip with his lips, Joe eased them into the center of the room, not dancing per se, more moving her forward with his pelvis, and subtly grinding her pussy with his cock. He kept a firm hold on her rear, cupping the delicious thigh-ass ridge, savoring the way her muscles bunched.

“One lesson, then you can decide what happens next.”

Hope you enjoyed!

I’m giving away a copy of Alpha Me Not, White Wolf #3, for the hop. Simply leave me a comment with your ideal swept away experience and you’re entered in the drawing. Please put NO in the comment if you don’t want to be added to my newsletter list.

As a bonus, answer the following question and you’re also entered into a contest for a copy of my book, Valentine Voodoo.

Question: In Valentine Voodoo – Who is Trevor? (hint – the answer’s on this site)

I’ll announce the winner(s) on this blog on Wednesday, February 20. Winners have 5 days to claim their prizes via a comment on the blog and an email to me at [email protected].

Click on the following link to continue on the hop:

Have a wonderful, romantic Valentine’s Day and weekend!