Guest Jianne Carlo on Courage and Warriors

Since this is the July 4th weekend, I wanted to do a post with a patriotic theme. While my books tend to contain characters that are sexy aliens and unusual shifters, my friend Jianne Carlo counts a number of SEALs and other warriors among her heroes. I asked her to share a post in keeping with Independence Day, and she graciously agreed. So please welcome Jianne Carlo.


“Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway.” John Wayne.

There are thousands of quotes in Cyberspace about courage, but, for me, this is the one that hits home. True bravery is when you’re scared spitless, but you dig deep, and find the valor and the mettle to ride into absolute danger.

I am a naturalized citizen of the United States of America. When I studied for my citizenship exam, I went overboard (it’s a thing with me—go big or go home, never give a 100 percent when you can give 500, yada, yada).

The history of the founding of our nation fascinates me.  I’ve read several books not only on the sequence of events leading to the formation of the USA, but also many tomes about those fifty-six gentlemen who signed the Declaration of Independence.

What courage it must have taken to even consider the notion of breaking away from England back then? In the 1700s, Britannia ruled the world, or a greater portion of it than any other country.

The Fourth of July holiday is the time to celebrate our founding fathers’ wisdom and courage, and those brave men and women who died to establish our country and the ideals we believe in (the Constitution).  To my knowledge, the USA is the only country on the planet, to enshrine in its core beliefs the right to the pursuit of happiness. In my humble opinion, that says it all.

Happy Birthday America!

Courage, bravery, the resolution to stand for what you believe in, these are the cornerstones of my morals and ethics. Perhaps that’s the reason for my obsession with warriors, in particular, Vikings and SEALs. I’m not certain there will ever come a time when my fixation on warriors will abate.

My new paranormal SEAL series, Prymal, celebrates the ‘melting pot’ creed of Americans with a quirky spin.

Here’s a brief blurb and excerpt:

Prymal Lust – Release August 7, 2014

Prymal_lust2_Jianne-Carlo-500x800The primal call of Mate Claim sparks 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…

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 Lust Excerpt:

Not ten minutes later, dressed in sweats, a baggy T, and running shoes, Tania swiped her keycard over the electronic lock to the hotel’s version of a real gym, and stepped into the warm, humid room. The small, dimly lit chamber held only one other occupant who had his back to her.

A damned magnificent back too, sheathed in thin armless black cotton. He had the treadmill cranked up to max incline and speed and ran at a blurry roadrunner pace.

She blinked and halted in the midst of grabbing a towel from a stack on a shelf.

No human ran at that speed.

Tania sniffed and stilled.

Male pheromones thick, heavy, overpowering, and crushing swamped her nostrils. She didn’t detect the distinctive odor of a Wylfen male. No human to date had ever smelled so mouth-watering. She could get high on this man’s incredible, unique aroma.

Sexual avarice froze her in place, and she couldn’t yank her focus from the play of powerful, sinewy thighs stretching and flexing as the heavily muscled man pounded the mat.

Her heart hammered with such force the pulse in her throat drummed, and her blood thundered through her veins making it impossible to think far less hear. She bit her tongue and tasted blood.

Though she hadn’t made any noise, the man suddenly seemed aware of her presence. He tensed all over. Skin, the color of deep walnut, stretched tight over a thick, defenseman’s neck. She had the insane urge to bite the mouthwatering fuzz napping his damp hair.

Their gazes collided in the mirrored wall opposite the exercise equipment. Eyes the color of rich pewter stared unblinking directly at her. She shuddered under his intent and piercing scrutiny. The man stabbed STOP on the treadmill’s controls. Immediately the room went silent.

Still trapping her stare in the mirror, he swiped his cheek with a towel, and said in a deep rich voice that had her thinking of Sean Connery and Pierce Bronson all rolled into one, “It’s all yours.”

Flustered, Tania licked her lips.

He honed in on her tongue, the heat in his look so intense, hot molten lava replaced the blood in her veins.

She felt little-girl first-crush swarms in her belly and her blasted mind refused to get words to her mouth.

When he hopped off the machine and loped in her direction, she held her breath. He moved with animal grace, and his long legged stride ate up the distance between them. The damp tank he wore clung to a massive, rock-hard chest. The expanse of his shoulders had her fantasizing about clinging to them while he pounded into her.

“Did the hotel manager contact you about your tablet?” Wild sunset streaks threaded through a thick shock of straight hair the color of a fox’s. The contrast between his light locks and his sun-weathered bronzed skin had her sex clenching.

Her mind processed his question on a three second delay. She blinked. “How—? I mean—”

“I saw when you left the tablet behind on one of the chairs in the lobby yesterday. Tried to return it to you, but by the time I got to the door, you were speeding off in a cab. Took it to the front desk and gave them your description.” He toweled off the drop of perspiration beading a granite chin dusted with stubble the color of molasses.

The musky aroma of his sweat, the faint remnants of sandalwood aftershave, plus a flash of pheromones proved intoxicating. He stopped less than an arm’s length away from her but stood to her right giving her a profile view of him.

A bolt of lightning-white lust had her trembling from head to sock covered toes. Only by chewing the inside of her cheek did she manage to not check out his package. He had to have a big dick. Any man that warrior hard had to have a cock to go with those incredibly cut arms and legs.

Her vaginal walls quivered. She couldn’t wait to have him hammering into her pussy.

When he grinned down at her, she was mesmerized by the way one lip quirked up at the corner, and a hint of a dimple flashed. “Well? Did Lost and Found contact you?”

Found what? Cripes. She’d been so caught up in visualizing his prick that the tablet had flown out of her head.

“Oh.” She willed her open mouth shut. “I mean. Yes, I got it back. Thank you. Thank you. I’d never expected to see it again. It’s my work tablet, and you’ve no idea how much I dreaded having to report it lost.”

He smiled and she went hurdling into another greedy-for-his-cock spiral. No one should have that kind of smile.

Reflected in his slate-colored eyes.

Almost wolfish.

“Glad to be of help. Want to buy me a thank you drink?”

He felt it too. The sparks between them. And acknowledged it.

Was she going to get laid or what?

Tania went for the down and dirty. Human males were so easy to sex-manipulate. Every platitude about the little head ruling the big one was so true. “Do you one better. I haven’t had breakfast yet and, all of a sudden, I’m not in the mood for a workout. In a gym, that is. Want to have breakfast in bed with me?”

Prymal Lust will release on August 7, 2014

My thanks to my friend, Allie Ritch, for inviting me to expound on courage, warriors, and Independence today. I hope everyone had a great holiday yesterday.

 Belated Happy Fourth of July!



One response to “Guest Jianne Carlo on Courage and Warriors

  1. Jianne is one of my few autobuy m/f authors because of her strong heroines and her amazing alphas.
    I’m sure this will add to my list!

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