Winners of Prymal Lust Book Tour & In The Pages of a Good Book Jianne Carlo Facebook Takeover!

There’s no better way to start a work week than by announcing the winners of a contest. Today I have the distinct pleasure of revealing the four names who won the Prymal Lust Book Tour Contest & the In The Pages of a Good Book Facebook takeover contests:


Prymal Lust Book Tour

Amazon $10.00 GC: Desire Slover

Prymal Lust eBook: bn100

In The Pages of a Good Book FB Takeover:

Tina Myers – eBook copy of Prymal Lust

Demetra Toula Iliopoulos – choice of eBook copy of Death Blow  or eBook copy of Prymal Lust




It’s September 1st. You know what that means—don’t you? I’ll blink and then it will be Thanksgiving. Another blink means Christmas. And then all of a sudden, it’ll be 2015.

Aaaargh—I’m not ready. Shoot me now.




TBR Pile Thursday Teaser!

TBR - teaserCheck out the TBR Pile’s Teaser Thursday and win a $5.00 gift card and a free copy of the Viking paranormal, Branded by Étaín, and two other eBooks!

Link is here:

Have a Terrific Thursday!



Happy Birthday to My One and Only!

abstract-party-1Today is the dh’s sixtieth birthday.


Bart eyes onlyI can still remember the first time our eyes met across the bar on our college campus, The Keg. My hubby has the twinkliest blue eyes in the world. He’d spent the summer working in construction, and was tanned a glorious nut brown, and his blonde hair was almost shoulder length (a real hippy back then) and bleached to a remarkable sunlight hue. Broad shoulders, and an ass so grabable that I literally salivated. Heck, I fell hard and fast. He was and still is the one – my one and only.

Without a doubt, I can say we’ve both had an incredible ride. Life has been good to us. We have three amazing sons who we not only love, but like. Our boys turned into wonderful men, and we’re both so proud of them. This year we’ll celebrate our thirty-sixth anniversary, and you know what? There’s no other person whose company I’d rather keep. We’re friends, lovers, and mates. I couldn’t ask for more.

So Happy Birthday my Viking!

All my love always,




More Good News!

DeathBlowYesterday, my fellow LLL (Love, Lust, and Laptops) author and buddy, Cherie Nichols, emailed me that Vengeance Hammer, Vengeance Warriors #3, was nominated forLR Cafe’s  for the ‘Best Historical of 2013’ Award.  

I am so thrilled. What a year this is turning out to be! So far, I have two TOP PICKS from Night Owl Reviews AND a best historical for 2013. I’m tickled pink about the Vengeance Hammer nomination as the second book in the series, Death Blow, won Passionate Plume’s Best Historical of 2013!

Here’s the beginning of Arianne of Night Owl Review’s  Death Blow TOP PICK: logo - nowl top pick

I loved this second book in this historical, paranormal romance series even better than the first one, “Malice Striker”. Death Blow has a hot alpha Viking male and a spitfire heroine who is part human / part Vanir goddess. Sparks of attraction fly between the two main characters in the books from the beginning. This book also has some terrific sex scenes that start at the beginning of the book.

You can read the whole review here:

I like 2014!

What a great way to end the week!




Squee! Branded by Étaín hits the Kindle & ARe Best Seller Lists!

Branded_by_Etain-Jianne_Carlo-banner468x60Well, it didn’t last long, but Branded by Étaín made it onto the Kindle Top 100 list!


And That Pearly Drop is #40 on the ARe Best Seller list (and it released in October – yay!).

I’ve never paid attention to these lists – too depressing if you never make them and too addictive to chart a new release’s dramatic climb and drop. For Branded though a fan emailed me the book’s rise and fall every couple of hours or so. Yuck. I hope never to know again. Honestly, I’d prefer to be blissfully unaware – it’s too easy to stumble into that I’ve-no-talent-and-should-quit crevasse.

So, today I’m grateful for the news, but plan to stop this maddening, obsessive, endless loop of checking book and author stats constantly.

Branded_by_Etain-Jianne_Carlo-200x320I leave you with another titillating preview of Branded by Étaín:

“When begins The Choosing?”

“I know not if I will wait for it. I am loath to gamble on her choosing me.” Brand fingered the stubble on his chin.

Once every five summers on the last night of the festival of Lúnasa, the women of Caul Cairlinne could choose their mate. The church blessed the unions, which lasted a year and a day. After that time, the couples could decide to remain married or separate.

“’Twould be better if she picked you.”

“Aye, but what if she does not?” Brand’s gaze never wavered from the line of marriageable women weaving their way through the hall.

He held his breath when Étaín came into view. Her glorious golden curls hung in glistening tendrils clear to her knees. She had a habit of flaring her nostrils and firming her chin when all eyes were upon her. He knew in his gut she hated being the center of attention.

’Twas her obvious vulnerability that stirred him.

’Twas her startling beauty that had him hard and aching in a heartbeat.

He had studied her these past months searching for flaws, for the arrogance and conceit that always accompanied females of royal birth, and found naught. She spoke to beggar and princes alike with the same gentle inquiry, gifted all with a sparkling smile that twisted his belly into coils, and appeared unaware of the rough sailors and traders who stared at her with blatant, greedy lust.

A slight draft molded the fine linen of the leine she wore around her firm breasts. She blinked and unerringly swung her head and met his stare. A smile fluttered around her rosy lips.

Those haunting eyes the color of rich molasses spoke to him.

He fisted his hands, the urge to reach for her nigh overwhelming.


She halted for a moment as if hearing his silent declaration, and the sheer joy lighting her features dazzled him. All the blood in his body pooled in his groin. Desire speared him.

Taking a deep breath, Brand inclined his head and smiled.

Her teeth gleamed snowy white under the flickering candles when she beamed at him. Giving a little shake of her head, she dipped into her basket and threw petals and green-needled twigs high into the air. A couple of skips and a hop later, she arrived at the dais, the last female to line up below the table, and made a graceful curtsey.

King Mac Eiccnigh mac Dalagh had taken his place on the dais and stood smiling benignly at the women standing before him, his gaze lingering on Étaín. The pride on his face could not be denied, nor the love.

Brand inspected the others present at the high table. He had made it his business to know who was who in Caul Cairlinne.

Étaín’s two younger sisters stood on either side of the king. Irvin, a distant relative, stood at the left end of table speaking with a couple of his warriors. To the right of King Mac Eiccnigh mac Dalagh, three of the men who stood as Caul Cairlinne’s elderly council watched the assembly while sipping from brass goblets. Five women who had seen at least two score summers stood whispering and grinning at the line of young women before the high table.

Two men on either side of the dais put long curved trumpets to their lips and blew. A series of triumphant, melodic blasts echoed around the great hall.

“Hear ye, hear ye,” one of the elders on the dais yelled.

“The ear of corn has been planted, the bull slaughtered,” another declared.

“’Tis time for The Choosing,” the last shouted.

“Princess Étaín, do you choose or not?” King Mac Eiccnigh mac Dalagh asked, his sole focus on his daughter.

The hall fell silent. Every pair of eyes in the packed chamber trained on the petite Princess.

Hope you enjoyed!