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Devil Comes To Visit – Guest Blogger Jianne Carlo

Jianne Carlo has been a wonderful writer friend of mine for several years now, and it’s always a pleasure to have her here on my blog. Today, she’s sharing Devil, the third book in The Hades Squad, her SEAL suspense series. Jianne is also giving away a FREE copy of Devil to one lucky tweeter, so be sure to read on for instructions on how to enter. Take it away, Jianne!

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Thank you for hosting me today, Allie. I value your continued support of me as an author and I hope you know—you totally have mine.

For those of you who don’t know me my name’s Jianne Carlo, and I write across several genres: contemporary, paranormal, SEAL/Military, romantic suspense, and Viking historicals.

My latest release, Devil, is the third book in my SEAL suspense series—The Hades Squad.

Today, I’ll be giving away a free copy of Devil to one lucky Tweeter who shares Devil’s release on twitter. Use hashtag #HADESSQUAD in your tweet and you’re eligible for the giveaway.

Devil:

Devil-Jianne_Carlo-200x320The last person Devil expects to see in a BDSM club is the best friend of his buddy’s new wife, Jessica Blaine. The all-American apple pie woman he wants so badly it’s her face he sees every orgasm for the last nine months.

Is she playing? Exploring?

Tough, she’s on his turf now, she’s put herself up for auction, and by God she’s his for the night.

Jess is scared spit less. She’s going to sell her services to the man who may have killed, Aung, the college student she mentors who vanished three weeks earlier. When the wrong man, a masked stranger, wins the auction, she has no choice but to proceed. Horrified when she responds to the masked stranger, Jessica flees.

Devil lets her go fully intending to reel her in. His way.

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Buy Link: http://smile.amazon.com/Devil-Hades-Squad-Book-3-ebook/dp/B00TFOP7D2/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1425606023&sr=1-1&keywords=Devil+by+jianne+carlo

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Here’s an excerpt from Devil, Hades Squad, Book Three:

“I believe you owe me a blowjob”

Demon’s words shot a spinning spike into Devil’s head. His reflexes kicked in, and he whirled around ready to deck his best friend. Demon trapped and held Devil’s gaze, and mouthed, Get your shit together.

Right, Jess had intended to suck some other a-hole’s dick. He owed Demon big time for the reminder.

Devil paced the now empty viewing area for exactly nine minutes and thirty-five seconds before his patience snapped. Close enough to the time he and Demon had agreed upon. His long strides consumed the distance to the private playroom. He punched in the security code and slithered into the darkened chamber.

The night-light inserted into a low-lying outlet barely illuminated the three feet closest to the door. Using hand signals the two men communicated quietly, Demon left, and Devil secured the room. The soundproofed interior stifled even the air conditioner’s humming, and in the eerie quiet, the sound of Jess’s rasped breathing thundered.

He stood still and looked his fill.

As instructed Demon had her kneeling on the soft carpet, blindfolded, arms stretched wide, and the silk bonds on her wrists connected to rings attached via a long arm to the walls. She had her head cocked to one side. Even in the dim lighting the robe hid none of her charms, and the outline of her curves, the shadow between her thighs had his pulse doing erratic leap-frogs.

Adjusting the dimmer of the overhead lights so he could feast on Jess’s responses and fine-tune his strategy, Devil circled her kneeling form. The fury he’d managed to dam detonated and erupted. Molten lava replaced his blood. He stood there inhaling liquid fire, repeating SEAL breathing exercises until he regained control, and assumed his Dom mode.

“I didn’t agree to this.” Her voice wavered, but she lifted her chin in defiance. “I agreed to a blowjob.”

Devil pulled the auction card from the envelope and read, his accent now pure Bostonian. “One blowjob in a private room. Condom mandatory. Touching only on my part.”

She exhaled, her uneven breathing a sonata to his ears.

“That’s right. Exactly right.”

He pulled out his switchblade, slit her robe down the middle, and stifled a hiss as the material parted to reveal creamy skin, the swells of her breasts, a flat belly he dreamed of, pale golden curls framing the treasure between slender thighs.

Squatting so their faces were level, he drank in the sight of her: the long elegant neck, the delicate line of her jaw, the cock-stiffening perfume peculiar to only this woman. A finger’s width separated their noses, Devil knew she felt his closeness, waited for him to respond, and he let the silence stretch relishing the short puffs of minty breath escaping her pouting mouth.

“What are you doing?” She tugged furiously at the silk bonds holding her arms wide. “I demand a witness. I’m allowed that. Those are the rules.”

“This is what you didn’t specify. Clothing, position, restraints.” Devil checked his watch. “Forty-five seconds have elapsed. I can keep you here as long as I want until I come in your mouth, latex covered as specified.”

She’d lost all color and those porn-fantasy lips he lusted after quivered. When she opened her mouth, he said, “Listen carefully because there are two ways this can go down.”

Cutting the sleeves of the robe he continued, “I can hold you to the literal translation of the card. You can invite a witness to make me adhere to the rules.”

What remained of the robe floated to the floor, Jess shivered, her nipples were a shade darker than her rose lips, and they pearled and puckered.

A shudder wracked through him. He sat back on his heels, the leather pants squeezed his cock and testicles harder than any vise he’d ever tried. Devil closed his eyes, went through the SEAL breathing sequence yet once again until blood-flow restored baseline brain functions.

Stick to the plan.

“I can and will keep you here for the rest of the night. I don’t have to let you out of this room until I get what I paid five thousand dollars for. A blowjob. I can go for hours without coming.”

Her sinful mouth tightened into a pucker. She snorted. “And the other way?”

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I hope you enjoyed the excerpt. Thanks again to Allie for being such a generous host.

Don’t forget to use hashtag #HADESSQUAD  in your tweet!

I’ll announce the winner on Monday, March 9, 2015 on my site (listed below), Facebook, and, of course, Twitter.

Contact Links:

Email: Jianne@jiannecarlo.com

Website: http://www.jiannecarlo.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Jianne123

Twitter: @jiannecarlo

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Google+: https://plus.google.com/+JianneCarlo/

Have a stupendous Saturday!

Cheers,

Jianne

Jianne Carlo shares sexy new releases!

My sincere thanks to my author bud, Allie Ritch, for hosting me here today. I can hardly believe that it’s already February 7!!! OMG, I know I’m going to blink and it will be Christmas 2015!

For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Jianne Carlo and I write steamy romantic suspense novels. I’ve been accused of too complicated plots. In order for a book to be interesting and fun to write, I need to wrap a mystery around the sexy scenes. J

This Thursday, February 5, 2015—I had three releases!

Prymal Passion,#3 in the Prymal series

Sinner, #1 in the Hades Squad series

Lucifer, #2 in the Hades Squad series

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Aren’t the covers delish?

 Buy Links:

Prymal Passion: http://tinyurl.com/qb8nfx3

Sinner: http://tinyurl.com/q86u4nl

Lucifer: http://tinyurl.com/ny663no

As an FYI, I write all of my books as standalones. None of my romances have to be read in order. That’s because it drives me batty when authors leave me hanging, so I won’t do that to a reader.

Since there’s no way I’m going to bore everyone with excerpts from three books, I thought we might have an off-the-wall contest instead. The last book in the Hades Squad series begins with a hook-up.

What’s the weirdest hook-up story you know?

Note that it doesn’t have to be a personal experience, just one you’ve heard about. Leave your hook-up in a comment with your email address for a chance to win an e-book copy of Sinner.

I’ll announce the contest winner on Monday, February 9, 2015 on my blog, on my Facebook author page, and on Twitter!

I’ll go first.

A friend’s husband cheated on her with her best friend. She decided to go one better and hooked up with his two-step brothers. At the same time. Yikes! (Needless to say, the divorce wasn’t pleasant)

Okay, so now I just have to share that one hook-up scene from Satan:

 

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Satan flinched when the doorbell rang.

WTF?

Jess must’ve forgotten something.

Satan slammed the three old fashioned deadbolts that secured his backdoor and headed for the main entrance to the home that had been in his family for two generations. A quick glance at the ornate grandfather clock, a hand-made Rolex dating from the eighteenth century, in the palatial and imposing lobby confirmed his mental calculations. Five minutes to ten.

Ding, dong, ding dong.

“Hold your horses Devil,” Satan called out, jammed his phone into his back pocket, and opened one side of the mahogany door.

He did a double-take.

For there, standing on the black and white patterned marble u-shaped top step, stood a striking flame-haired stranger wearing the epitome of the little black dress. She had skin that defined the word porcelain. The eyes staring at him were of an impossible hue, a true powder blue. Her scarlet lips, the top one pouty and plump, the lower wide and generous, drained all the blood from his brain.

Satan’s groin tightened.

“Hi. I’m supposed to meet Jess Blaine here tonight.” The woman extended a bare arm. “I’m Angelica O’Malley.”

On autopilot, Satan shook her hand. Static electricity crackled when their palms met, and he tensed his pelvic muscles when his cock went rigid. Not since college had he reacted so strongly to a female. “Lorcan McGillycuddy.”

A fierce jolt of deprivation hit him when she wriggled her hand free of his, and hugged her arms.

The meager gray cells still functioning had him noting the absence of a coat. He pushed the door wide, gestured for her to enter, and swept a glance down the long driveway leading to the wide Porte Cochère. No sign of a vehicle.

He closed the door and spun about to face her.

“It’s a tich on the quiet side.” She crinkled her nose and squeezed her eyes shut before staring right at him again. “I missed the whole thing, didn’t I? My plane was late and my cell’s dead. The limo driver offered me his, but who remembers numbers anymore? Do you live here? May I impose on you for a few minutes longer? I’m afraid I need to use your, um, bathroom.”

He wondered if she gave head. With lips like hers, it’d be a sin if she didn’t.

She grazed her fingers to his forearm. “I’m babbling, aren’t I? Um, Lorcan—the bathroom?”

He couldn’t drag his gaze from her red nails. Visions of her hands on his dick interrupted his processing of her constant stream of sentences. The bathroom.  She wanted to use his bathroom. F**k, he’d sell his left nut for a chance to lather her generous rack. “Let me show you the way.”

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Hope you enjoyed!

Don’t forget to leave a hook-up story with your email address for a chance to win Sinner!

Thanks again for hosting me, Allie.

Cheers,

Jianne

Contact Links:

Email: Jianne@jiannecarlo.com

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Fall In Love with One-Liners

Followers of my blog know I enjoy one-liners. These are short snippets from books that grab your interest, make you smile, or cause you to fan your face — sometimes all three at once. When I put out a call for one-liners from my fellow authors, I got an overwhelmingly enthusiastic response. Thirty-one writers submitted the lines below.

They include Allie Quinn, Allyson Lindt, Annette Mardis, Clancy Nacht, Daisy Banks, Draven St. James, Elle Rush, Emma Weylin, Eva Lefoy, Gordon L. Rottman, Haley Whitehall, Houston Havens, Jessica E. Subject, Jianne Carlo, K. Vale, Laurel Richards, Layne Macadam, Leela Lou Dahlin, Michele Michael Rakes, Neil Plakcy, Paisley Brown, Pauline Saull, Rita Bay, Rosanna Leo, Shiloh Saddler, Sotia Lazu, Tami Lund, Tara Lain, Tara Quan, Whitley Gray, and Xakara.

Thank you to all these authors for participating and making this post so much fun.

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“Looking at him nude and bathed in moonlight, I understood the temptation to take a bite.” Wild Side by Laurel Richards

Hot lust flooded her body, incited by the nearness of her mate. — “Breeding Season” by Allie Ritch in Children of Nanook Boxed Set

“Don’t need any foreplay,” Tania muttered. Axe chuckled. “Tough. I do.” Prymal Lust (Prymal Book 1) by Jianne Carlo

“I want you right now,” she whispered. Well, he would show her what right now really meant. Under the Cover of Moonlight (Moonlight Assassins series #2) by Allie Quinn

“Actually, I’m debating whether you’re charmingly candid or irritatingly blunt.” Shore Feels Right by Annette Mardis

“I’ve never been the settle-down-with-the-high-school-sweetheart kind of girl.” Predator’s Claim (Gemini Island Shifters 4) by Rosanna Leo

The kiss lingered in that place between bawdy and chaste, the kind of thing that always had a respectable hemline but never wore underwear. Its Sweetest Form by Xakara

“Nicolette learned naughty girls eventually face consequences.” The Caretaker’s Lady by Rita Bay

Aiden grabbed the bag of homemade jerky out of the refrigerator. “You smell like my mate.” Dark Forest by Emma Weylin

“Touch her and you’re minus the ability to procreate.” Prymal Obsession (Prymal Book 2) by Jianne Carlo

Jace pressed his forehead against Merek’s slick back. His canines still ached from the desire to sink into Merek’s flesh. “Why what?”  “Why didn’t you claim me?” Merek asked. Scent of a Wolf by Draven St. James

“Five foot, eight inches and nin-” and then it hit her. He was five foot eight inches tall with a nine inch cock. She gasped. “Nikias!” Phantom Desire (Book 2 of the Psychic Menage Series) by Houston Havens

“Oh, I see you found my penis.” Download My Love by Eva Lefoy

Hello. I’m the guy our mutual friends have asked to be your sex instructor. How’s it hangin’? Artistic Endeavor by Whitley Gray

I know how to introduce a woman to pleasure. — “Alien Sex Therapy” by Allie Ritch in the Alien Sex Ed Boxed Set

“It should only ever be my name on your lips when you let go, Kyr. Just me.” Hard Act to Follow (Shooting Stars Book 3) by K. Vale

“You think you can make me beg for death?” “Only a little death,” she said with a wink. Unmasked by Allie Ritch

“I’m never going to hurt you, my Sunny. I need brightness in my life.” His eyes were dark with need. Before the Dawn by Emma Weylin

“I seldom get such a heated gaze from a man.” Country Crush by Shiloh Saddler

Of all the women on Earth — hell, in the universe — for him to be set up with, Madame Eve had to pick the one lover he could never have. His Alien Virgin by Jessica E. Subject

His mind clouded with lust. He shouldn’t be watching Mica, but looking away wasn’t an option. He was mesmerized. Grey’s Hidden Fire by Draven St. James

“Maybe she’s been replaced by a pod person.” Drama Queen by Elle Rush

But, had he the right to give her — this perfect, beautiful creature — his love, tainted, filthy and foul as he was? Timeless by Daisy Banks

The handsome half-breed could be the perfect man for her. Wild and Tender Care by Haley Whitehall

“True, what were you thinking trying to hook me up with a man who should be on the cover of Out of Your League magazine?” The room was so silent you could’ve heard a mouse peeing on a cotton ball. A Haught Date by Leela Lou Dahlin

How did something with no solid form provide so much pleasure? Sexy Suitors from Space by Paisley Brown

Then he was gone, leaving him alone with his strange, unmet desires. Saltwater Lover by Shiloh Saddler

He had his own plan — one no one else knew about — the only plan capable of destroying Planet Core forever. Never Gonna Say Goodbye (The Underground #3) by Jessica E. Subject

“If you run” — his grip tightened — “I’ll catch you. Then I’ll tie you up and haul your ass back to the city.” Catching Red (Undead Fairy Tales Book 2) by Tara Quan

Suddenly his face broke into a sexily shy smile. He released her arm. “You’re a woman of spirit,” he said. “That really appeals to me.” Secrets in Paradise by Pauline Saull

She wasn’t sure she wanted to be closer to him, but she knew she didn’t want to push him away. Midnight Heat (Moonlight Romance, Book 2) by Haley Whitehall

If I ever go back home, how can I admit to doing this? I’ll be laughed out of the fairy court. Valentine Wishes by Daisy Banks

“I’m here for you, my woman. You’ve chosen me.” Fiona’s Wish by Daisy Banks

“I am here to service you, my lady. Not myself.” Midnight Caller (Moonlight Romance, Book 1) by Haley Whitehall

She looked at me with a smug crooked smile from under her shawl. Fire flickered in her eyes like lightning. That shoulda told me something about her then. The Hardest Ride by Gordon L. Rottman

He really meant to make it last all night and give a new meaning to the word ride, but he couldn’t stop the urgent flame her touch fueled within him. In the Dead of Cold (Moonlight Assassins series #1) by Allie Quinn

He lay back and moaned, loving the rider’s rough handling and shoving his hips forward for more. Perfect Ride by Shiloh Sadlder and Eva Lefoy

“I wish Kenna and I could share a real love, the self-sacrificing kind. The kind that never gives up and eventually works. She deserves it.” Druid’s Wish by Emma Weylin

Ice ignored her and in a voice as cold as his name demanded, “Who sent you the flowers?” Desire Unleashed by Layne Macadam

He may have a pretty face, but it was clear Danikyle had rocks in his head. Star Crossed Lovers by Layne Macadam

“Please, madam? May I not eat my apple without this diatribe?” A Gentleman’s Folly by Daisy Banks

“Our diver is anything but an inattentive imbecile.” The Shore Thing by Annette Mardis

“Not you.” His voice was raw. “I will spend an eternity in Hell before I watch you die.” Spell Bound by Emma Weylin

“There are worse things than death,” he snapped at her. Bring Me to Life by Emma Weylin

Essentially, Allie was caught in a cancer catch-22. Getting Her Money’s Worth by Annette Mardis

No matter how rattled she was, how wasted she felt, she clearly saw what was in store for them. Karen had undergone a transformation at some fundamental level. She would never be safe again, she would always be hungry, she must always be on guard, she must always think ahead. The Tears of the River by Gordon L. Rottman

“Remember, my lady, as things are tonight, the commander may like this part of his reward less than you.” A Perfect Match by Daisy Banks

“I have a personal interest in this particular assignment, Allison. When Brianna and her family safely leave town, I intend to sleep with you.” The Resort by Tami Lund

“Later, when Collin and I make love to you, I want you wearing nothing but that cute little Santa hat you’re wearing now.” An Angel for Christmas by Allie Quinn

Sharing her bed gave her a delightful thrill; right now she didn’t feel alone. Soldier in Her Lap by Haley Whitehall

“So you want to have sex with me because I’m here, I find you attractive, and I won’t be a complication in the future? I see you have high standards.” The Tenant by Sotia Lazu

“So you’d rather take your chances in the love van than the rain? At least now I know your limits. You’re not worried I might be bad news?” Conflict of Interest (Bits & Bytes, #1) by Allyson Lindt

This was his room — he had every right to be here. She was the stowaway. Midnight Kiss (Moonlight Romance, Book 3) by Haley Whitehall

“It’s just a dance,” Aspen whispered. Garren knew nothing with Aspen would be simple. Covert Delivery by Draven St. James

They couldn’t compete with the ladies who danced for her. The Virgin Madam by Shiloh Saddler

I bend over him, knowing he feels the press of my dick against him, and it worries me. I whisper low. “Do you want me to feed you?” Saving Kane by Michele Micheal Rakes

“Hark! Do I hear the mating call of a closet case? Say it again, sir, that we all may bask in your repression!” No Tea, No Shade by Clancy Nacht

“Warren Updegrove was so deep in the closet he was about to find Narnia.” Love on Stage by Neil Plakcy (coming fall 2014)

Mayhap tomorrow his world would come to rights and he’d find his Sal. Your Heart My Soul by Daisy Banks

Noah had kissed him. Probably just to prove Will was gay, but no such proof was needed. Will’s cock was a compass that pointed due Noah. Outing the Quarterback by Tara Lain

Simon’s head bowed. Michael put his finger under Simon’s chin and tilted his face up. “Don’t hide from me.” Fused by Fire by Draven St. James

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If you would like to read more one-liners, check out the following posts:

One-liners (Part 1)

One-liners (Part 2)

Hooked on One-Liners – Part 1

Hooked on One-Liners – Part 2

 

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.

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“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!

 Cheers,

 Jianne

Guest Blog: Jianne Carlo and That Pearly Drop

Today, I’m very excited to welcome my friend and bestselling romance author Jianne Carlo to my blog. Whether it’s sweeping us away across different cultures or through different time periods, Jianne has a unique voice and way of capturing readers. Today she’s here to share her new release, That Pearly Drop, and she has a special giveaway that should be lots of fun. Take it away, Jianne!

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Thanks for hosting me today, Allie 🙂

When I started writing That Pearly Drop, for some strange reason I began each chapter with my own version of the time travel equivalent of a Murphy’s Law. Don’t ask me why, I haven’t got a freemason clue how my gray-matter deprived brain works.

First, before I get everyone totally confused, here’s the tagline, cover, and blurb for That Pearly Drop:

Tag Line: What do the hounds of hell, time travel, a murdered girl, a coach ticket to Wye Castle, and a governess’ letter of employment have to do with waking up in 1763, the mate of wolf-shifter, Ian, the Earl of Wye? Emma’s about to find out.

That_Pearly_Drop-Jianne_Carlo-200x320Emma knows time travel’s impossible. So, the only other explanation for her going to sleep on Halloween night in 2013 and waking up in Wales in the year 1763 is that she’s insane. There’s a murdered girl, a coach ticket to Wye Castle, and a letter of employment to be governess to the Earl of Wye’s daughter. What’s a gal to do but go with the flow?

Wolf-shifter Ian, Earl of Wye, recognizes Emma as his mate instantly and senses she’s in danger. He knows Emma’s harboring a deep, dark secret. But, no matter what he does, she won’t confide in him. Then he finds Emma wounded and rambling about nine white gorgons who attacked her. The hounds of hell are Ian’s nemeses, and the fact they’ve reappeared in the mortal world after centuries of banishment can only mean one thing…

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So here’s my dilemma. I’m currently working on That Tantalizing Lick, book two of the Murphy’s Laws of Time Travel series and I need 36 new laws of time travel. In That Tantalizing Lick, there’s the following:

a gunshot, a burglary, a charity fund raiser party, boob-jobs, a plastic surgeon, a bad-ass ex-Seal millionaire, a murder, Oprah, an evil philanthropist, The Boca Resort, a stolen yacht, and a cross-Atlantic Bond-style boat chase

Today, I’m giving away a free eCopy of That Pearly Drop to the commenter who comes up with the best time travel law – Allie will choose the winner. To give you an idea of what I’m looking for—here are the first 36 Murphy’s Laws of Time Travel from That Pearly Drop:

1) Time travel is impossible—until it happens.

2) It doesn’t matter if it’s in the past, present, or future—the first person to fall into a pond is always the one who can’t swim.

3) It doesn’t matter what century you’re in—sometimes you simply have to close your eyes and jump into the frying pan, or in this case, the murky pond.

4) Colloquialisms will trip you up in every time (pun intended).  Five

5) High society women eat like humming birds in every fricking century.

6) Honesty is the best policy except if you’re in the wrong century.

7) Playing a character in the past is harder than it looks in the present on TV, or is that the future if you’re stuck in 1763?

8) In 1763, thinking on your feet isn’t as important as thinking in your bed.

9) Lust clouds your thinking in any century.

10) Unreality is preferable to believing time travel is possible if you’re trapped in the wrong century.

11) There are no returns in time travel, so it’s best to avoid buyer’s remorse.

12) Silence is your friend, but time travel gives you verbal diarrhea.

13) An orgasm in the past is lost in the present and never achieved in the future, but the here and now orgasms rock!

14) A lie in the past can get you into just as much hot water as a lie in the present, which in this case happens to be in the past.

15) In any century, if there’s an old biddy in the room, she’ll sharpen her claws on you and find some flaw to improve.

16) Even in the past, eavesdroppers never hear any good about themselves.

17) You don’t want to play truth or dare when you’re pretending to be someone else in any century.

18) In any century, you have to cover your tracks when you assume someone else’s identity.

19) Total amnesia is better than memories that aren’t true.

20) While living in the past, if you used to live in the future, you really don’t want your future told.

21) In any century, nursery rhymes are no solace when you’re confronted by blood-spewing monster-gorgons.

22) Boob-pinchers are the scum of the planet in the past, present, and the future.

23) The word boob fascinates all men in all times.

24) Trying to find a win-win solution in the past should be easy if you’re a time traveler  because you know the future, but if you’re in the past, are you in the present? Corollary: Will the past/present affect the future that’s already happened?

25) The other woman is a bitch in any century.

26) Tea for two, and two for tea, sweetened with lies of the past, present, and future can only result in utter disaster.

27) It’s impossible to predict who’ll shoot whom in any time.

28) Rakes have preyed on women in the past and the present. Corollary: It’s Powerball odds they’ll continue to do so in the future.

29) EpiPens are a gal’s best friend in any century.

30) In any century, when you’re battling zombies, hobgoblins can be your best allies.

31) Betrayal hurts in any century.

32) When three coincidences collide, evil’s afoot in any century.

33) Pinky swears are valid in the past, the present, and the future.

34) Maggots, it turns out, are your friend in any century. Go figure.

35) In the past, a gift duchess is worth more than a gift horse when you’re accused of witchcraft.

36) Can a beginning that takes place in one century be felt or known in another?

I’m sooooo looking forward to a spate of new time travel laws.

Once again, thanks for hosting me, Allie.

Cheers,

Jianne

 

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Hooked on One-Liners – Part 2

“You know what you need, don’t you? You need to get laid.”

If Only by Lisa M. Owens

“I’m on fire, honey—it’s not going to be long the first time.” The blasted belt finally unbuckled. “Second one will be better, third will be a nice, slow one.”

White Wolf by Jianne Carlo

“You always have such big orgasms when I take away your control.”

Husbandry by Allie Ritch

Her boobs always captured a man’s attention; if she had a nickel for the number of times a guy spoke to her chest instead of her eyes, well, she’d be writing full-time instead of editing.

Sinner, Hades Squad Book #1 by Jianne Carlo

What in the world had possessed her to choose a tube top as her emergency clothing?

A Hot Mess by Christy Gissendaner

Okay, so he’d copped a bird’s eye view, but she couldn’t change that, so she’d just have to brazen it out.

Desire Unleashed by Layne Macadam

She spun, surprised out of her funk. And stopped dead. “Tim?” Moira stared at the tall, rangy man with long, white-blond hair and ice-blue eyes.

Destiny’s Shadow by Ann Gimpel

Before he left the room he also felt his heart crack into a thousand pieces at her feet, and he heard his own sigh as he prayed that she would pick them all up and put him back together again.

Retrieval, The GenTech Chronicles, Book 1 by Lea Griffith

“I was weak, arrogant, and threatened, and I answered the threat with a gun.”

—  Cracked, the Ushers Book Three by Vanessa North

“You just saved my life, and all you want to do is die?”

Moro’s Price by M.C. Hana

“I have to say to you, Libby, on just a three-minute exposure to the shop and its contents, for the sake of your health and happiness, the last thing you should do right now is strip the shop and continue to be in or even visit that building.”

Your Heart My Soul by Daisy Banks

Elizabeth Hall leaned over the rail of the steamship Orion, straining to catch her first glimpse of the port, La Gauira. It had been a long tiresome journey from England.

— A Tropical Affair by Pauline Saull

“He and a bunch of other guys were driving a pink convertible down Kalakaua Avenue, shouting derogatory comments and spraying water guns at a Boy Scout march.”

Natural Predators: A Mahu Investigation by Neil S. Plakcy

“I will not watch you march off to war without knowing what it is like to be with you.”

The Princes Knighted by Robin Danner

She wanted to ask him why he was in a military prison, but then she would feel obligated to speak about her own imprisonment, and she wasn’t eager to do so.

Alien Blood by Melisse Aires

“Shit. That was zombie hair, wasn’t it?” A shudder ran down his spine.

Tower in the Woods by Tara Quan

“This is not South Carolina where gay men pretend they’re ‘just not the marrying kind.’”

Hearts and Flour by Tara Lain

I’m a sucker for a guy with a guitar and a hot ass.

Believe by Megan Slayer

Hooked on One-Liners – Part 1

One-liners hook your attention, pique your interest, and lure you into reading more. Some of the catchy ones stay with you long after you’ve read them. (Jianne Carlo’s “…sure as a hen dips snuff, I do the dirty with my hat on…” from Notorious in Nice comes to mind.)

This month, I’ve gathered together lines from a fabulous group of authors who write everything from SFR to m/m contemporary romance and just about everything in between. Some will make you smile, while others will make you lick your lips. I’ve also included a couple of lines from my erotic sci-fi ménage romance, Husbandry, to celebrate its upcoming release on March 26.

Enjoy!

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If the bulge in his blue jeans was anything to go by, the suspense was getting to him too.

 — Husbandry by Allie Ritch

The man who brought her in, walked her around the bed, as if presenting her to the various people watching.

The Rebound by Emilia Mancini

“Do be romantic and tie me to the posts and cut off my clothes.”

Earthly Desires by Leta Blake and Keira Andrews

She wanted to touch him, to dig her nails into his back, to suck at his lips, to bury her face against his throat, but she could only hang there, helpless and restrained, and take whatever was given her.

Dark Paradise (Paradise series, Book 1) by Cassidy Hunter

“This is what you didn’t specify—clothing, position, restraints.” Devil checked his watch. “Forty-five seconds have elapsed—I can keep you here as long as I want until I come in your mouth, latex covered as specified.”

Devil, Hades Squad Book #3 by Jianne Carlo

“Tonight I will show you all the different uses for whipped-cream filling, and I promise, you will be quite satisfied when I’m done.”

Sweet Cravings by Eva Lefoy

Fae cum didn’t taste of pixie sticks; that was for sure.

Close Quarter by Anna Zabo

“Goal: five orgasms. Strategy: make you beg for each and every one.”

Demon, Hades Squad Book #4 by Jianne Carlo

“The first time she’d done something spur-of-the-moment, and she’d ended up being fingerf**ked by an extraterrestrial.”

Satin Sheets in Space by Jessica E. Subject

Cassie was flooded with tenderness for Kyla, who would not be cheated of her orgasm, and for Jordan, who was so intent on satisfying both of them.

His and Hers and Hers by Nona Raines

“And here I thought you’d say you’d take me in because then you’d have 24-7 access to my slave labor and hot body.”

Somewhere I Belong by Wendi Zwaduk

He reached down between their bodies and squeezed Rion’s cock. “If I’m so unclean, why do I make you hard?”

Ascending Hearts by Keira Andrews & Leta Blake

“Circumspection? Isn’t that what happens to the men in Baleg village?”

Initiate by Nulli Para Ora

Her smile came like sunrise, golden and warming.

Keir by Pippa Jay

“I hope you don’t expect me to pop out babies like that… I have a uterus, not a clown car.

Dragon Moon, Book 1 by Nulli Para Ora

“I don’t want your friendship—that involves emotions. Now, there is an arrangement I might go for—the kind that involves a certain type of buddy.”

Alpha Me Not, White Wolf #3 by Jianne Carlo

Sex I was good at, but dating?

Just Perfect by Rowan McBride

“Love,” he gasped. “Sweetheart, I don’t do love. I do women, preferably in groups of three or four.”

Sweet Hell by Rosanna Leo

Character Profiles: Death Blow by Jianne Carlo

DeathBlow_ByJianneCarlo-453x680Can a mere Viking break the curse of a sea god?

Cursed by the sea-god Ægir to be burned at the stake, Lady Nyssa seeks the one man who can save her–the warrior who bears the mark of the Saracen. When she finds a Viking warrior wounded and senseless on a beach, she knows he is her savior. But Ægir’s wrath extends to others in her life as well. He’s killed her father and stepmother, turned her stepbrother into a mountain lion, and imprisoned her people. And worse, he’s cursed any man who lays with her to have his manparts wither and die. Konáll has traded coin a-plenty to gain a wife with lands, the daughter of the King of Moray. He expects a refined, comely, trainable damsel, not a doomed warrior princess with the strength of a giantess who cannot bear the touch of a man.

But once he learns more about this woman who speaks to talking mountain cats and hides as a peasant among the rabble, he cannot deny his feelings. There’s more than one way to breech a maidenhead, and if teaching her the ways of a woman’s pleasure with a carved ivory dildo is what it takes to make her his, then he’s more than happy to challenge the wrath of a god…

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Please welcome bestselling author Jianne Carlo, who is here today to share profiles on the main characters from her book Death Blow, Viking Vengeance Book Two. Let’s hear it for Jianne and for Konáll and Nyssa!

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Konáll

 

Description:

Ne’er had Nyssa seen such masculine beauty, nigh too painful for unveiled eyes.

Slanting him a shuttered peek, she held her breath at his bronzed beauty. Not a single scar marred his perfect torso. She frowned, recalling the myriad cuts across his belly and groin, and his blood dripping onto the moss when the Picts had pushed him into the cave. Had her eyes deceived her? She raked him from head to bare feet.

Broad shoulders melded into a bronzed, chiseled chest. Layers of muscles defined each rib bone and led to a flat belly and narrow waist. A sprinkling of gold hair dusted the middle of his pectorals and tapered to the top of his hose., and heavy with muscle and sinew.

Quote:

“Witch, enchantress, wife, you are mine in all forms. Albeit I seem to remember a promise of ravishment?” Konáll winked at Nyssa.

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Nyssa

Description:

At that moment the moon shed her clouds and beamed a silvery stream of dazzling brilliance. Konáll’s belly knitted. How had he not seen Nyssa’s beauty? She wore the allure of elves and pixies combined. The shorn hair should have lessened her womanhood, yet the silken, jagged edges somehow enhanced features of absolute perfection.

Wide eyes framed by thick fringes of muddy brown lashes stared at him, streaks of amber threaded through a gray only a threatening storm cloud could claim, and twin dark points punctuated the middles. Ash brows rose, and her nostrils flared.

Quote:

“The sirens have a collection of dildos in their pleasure chambers. I had ne’er seen such afore.” Color suffused her cheeks and the tips of her ears. Nyssa rolled her eyes. “The sirens laughed so hard they cried, when I plucked one from a pile and informed them that all their hammers were bent.”

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Excerpt:

“Nyssa? ’Tis to your liking?”

All thought fled, and try though she did, Nyssa had no notion of to what he referred. “I…what is to my liking, Konáll?”

The back of his hand brushed her cheek and his smile widened. “My name from your lips is a sound most sweet and arousing, wife. All day I have recalled the way you screamed Konáll when your women’s pleasure hit you on Thrimilici. This night I will hear my name from your lips when we both find our pleasure and I am buried deep inside you.”

Cert flames licked her head to toe, Nyssa ducked to check whether she stood on a lump of fired coal, but soft pine needles littered the tent’s floor.

“Know you why I chose this cyrtel?” He trailed a long finger around the scooped neck of the gown.

Her sex clenched and she could not tear her focus from his slow tracing.

“Breathe, mìlseachd.” His hot palms cupped her cheeks and he tilted her head back.

Once again he confounded her, his stare so fierce and predatory she shivered. “’Tis necessary.”

She frowned. “What?”

“Breathing.” He grinned. “Methinks I have you all aflutter, handfast wife.”

His reference to her status gathered her scattered thoughts. “You are not angry about the handfasting?”

“’Tis done. On the morrow, I will speak with Thōrfin and Grelod and learn more of the custom. Understand this, Nyssa: I have claimed you. You are mine. Both King Kenneth and King Harald have blessed our union and naught will take you from me. Naught but death, and I am not yet ready to ascend to Valhalla.” He turned her around.

She bit her lip and then glanced over her shoulder at him. “You are addling my brains, Konáll.”

“I chose this cyrtel over Grelod’s objections, because of the laces. They are easy to remove and I long to hold you naked in my arms.”

Afore she could utter a protest, he quickly worked the laces loose. She grabbed the bodice when he began to draw it down and whirled about. “We do this now?”

“Aye. Now. And when you have recovered later, and before dawn.”

Thrice? Her mouth went dry. She swallowed.

He tugged her hands away from the gown and with a few deft moves slipped the cyrtel away. With a soft whoosh the dress puddled around her feet. His deft fingers made quick work of the ribbons tying her transparent chemise together and that garment joined the cyrtel on the ground.

She cupped her hands over her breasts and averted her gaze.

“Nay.”

Nyssa squeaked when he scooped her into his arms, strode to the pallet in the center of the tent, and set her down gently on the packed straw covered by a sheet of fine linen. She fought when he tried to pry her hands free.

“What is amiss? I have seen your bounty afore.” He stood and untied his boots.

She snorted recalling her cousins’ taunts about her meager titties. “Bounty? My breasts are not bigger than a plump boy’s. And they are stamped with Aegir’s curse.”

Konáll tugged his tunic o’er his head. She had not even noticed when he set aside his axe and sword.

“’Tis a birthmark, Nyssa.”

“Nay. Four seasons past, I had no such mark.”

He sat next to her.

She fixed her gaze on the platter next to the pallet and her mouth watered when she saw a fat loaf, a round of cheese, and a few pears and apples. Her stomach growled.

Konáll chuckled. “Come handfast wife, let me feed you.”

He lifted her onto his lap and set her bottom on his engorged shaft. ’Twas hot and hard and throbbed. She could scare draw breath and did not know what to do with her hands. He surrounded her, one arm around her waist, and his broad chest so close the tip of her nose grazed a clump of golden hair. He smelled of soap and spice and warrior, hard and relentless.

Nyssa flinched when he brushed a slice of apple over her lips. She glanced up and found him watching her like a hawk about to snatch a tasty morsel. The thumping of her heart roared in her ears.

“Prefer you pears to apples?”

She shook her head and opened her mouth to take the slice but he whisked the fruit away. Frowning, she said, “I like apples.”

“Good. Take the slice then.” With that he slipped the apple between his lips and waggled an eyebrow.

“You are daft.” She smacked his shoulder.

He cocked his head and his hand slipped between her thighs.

She gasped.

‘Twas as if he had been waiting for her to do so, for he dipped his head, and thrust the apple into her open mouth. Her eyes crossed. She closed them and sucked on the slice. His tongue brushed hers and the tantalizing touch made her female parts spasm and dew. She nibbled on the apple, caught the tip of his tongue between her teeth, and froze.

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Guest Author Jianne Carlo

As an SFR writer, I’m used to seeing stars, but I have to admit the sight of all the Bestseller stars next to Jianne Carlo’s books is amazing. From Vikings to paratroopers to the supernatural, Jianne offers a rich array of stories to choose from. Since I’ve only experienced the wonders and challenges of writing one series, I wanted to know how Jianne manages so many. With her book Death Blow (Viking Vengeance II) soon to be released, I decided this was a good time to ask her. How does her series writing work? How did she get started? A real trooper herself, she agreed to share. Without further ado, please welcome my friend, Jianne Carlo.

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The notion of writing a series of romance novels is more than daunting to an author or this one anyway. It’s therefore grand that I never set out to do so. Yet, almost all of my 21 books are series. I have one standalone novel.

A romance series begins for many reasons. Sometimes it’s because the audience will love one of the secondary characters. Or maybe the author herself has become enamored of the friend of that hero or heroine. I’ve actually known authors who have become obsessed with the villain.

JC_ManacledInMonaco_lgIn my case it’s because the characters demand to have their story told. My non-writing friends think I’m absolutely insane. My first novel, Manacled in Monaco, began as a standalone tale. But I kept thinking about Rolan’s (the hero) best friends, Terrence and Harrison, and what happened to them after Manacled ended. Turns out that a whole bunch of my readers were curious too, and my editor was one of those readers. And that’s how my first romance series was born.

My latest series, Viking Vengeance, features three brothers on their journey to claim lands and wealth, who bump into half-mortals, the three daughters of different Viking goddesses. Malice Striker, the first book in the series, is the tale of the oldest brother, Brökk and Skatha, the daughter of the goddess, Skaði, and King Kenneth of Scotland.

Death Blow, the second of the trilogy, is about the middle brother, Konáll, and Nyssa, daughter of jötunn (a giantess goddess).

Here’s a small excerpt from Death Blow:

A thunderous roar deafened Konáll and jerked him out of his stupor. He grit his teeth against a stabbing agonizing pain spreading from ear to ear and forced his eyes open.

He had died and been sent not to Valhalla but to Niflheim.

Not a hand’s breadth from his nose stood a blue beast, with the body of Sleipnir, Odin’s giant, eight-legged horse, and a massive head like those of the lions he had encountered in the great eastern city of Miklagard during his service to Emperor Ioannes Tzimiskes.

Loki’s balls! Konáll tried to rise from his position on the floor and stifled a howl when ropes tied around his wrists and ankles sliced into his skin. His arms and legs were stretched wide and bound to wooden staves dug into the dirt. He heaved with all his might, but could not budge.

The formidable creature sat back on its haunches and licked a paw.

Konáll nigh pissed himself in relief.

The beast snarled again, a booming growl which echoed off the stone walls in what Konáll now recognized was a cave. He scanned the dark cavern. Naught but rock, moss, and shadowed crevices. No weapons met his line of vision. His chest was bare, but he wore hose and boots.

How had he come to be here, encroached on the animal’s lair?

And who had laid him out, ripe to be eaten?

“I hear you, Mús. ‘Tis not necessary to repeat your call.” A female appeared behind the creature. “How feels your head, Viking?”

Was she witless? Did she not see the evil monster? Had she not heard its roar?

“Run! Race as far and fast as you can! I will distract the beast afore he makes a meal of you!” He arched and tugged on his fetters.

“A meal of me?” She rolled eyes the hue of glittering steel. “Nay warrior, Mús would have you, not me.”

Mús? The female had lost her senses. She thought the cat a mouse?

“Mayhap, the Viking tastes better than he looks. What say you, Mús? Should we carve a chunk of his flesh for the stew?” She winked at the lion.

“Have you lost your wits?” he yelled. “Run!”

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I hope you enjoyed that short teaser. There’s a full excerpt on my website at:

http://www.jiannecarlo.com/Excerpts/93/Death-Blow.aspx

Thank you, Allie, for having me as a guest on your fantastic blog.  Oh – almost forgot – don’t forget to enter my Kindle Fire contest – details at: http://www.jiannecarlo.com/Contest.aspx

I hope everyone’s thoroughly enjoying the holidays. Stay safe!

Cheers,

Jianne

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Buy Links for Death Blow

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Death-Blow-Viking-Vengeance-ebook/dp/B00ALG6WM8/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1355081818&sr=8-2-fkmr0&keywords=death+blow+by+jianne+carlo

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-deathblow-1013802-161.html

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1045384564?ean=2940015744507

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For a full listing of Jianne’s books, visit http://www.jiannecarlo.com/BookList.aspx

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Character Profiles: Alpha Me Not by Jianne Carlo

Grad student Susie White wants no picket fences, no alpha, and no cubs. White wolf woman she may be, but no pack for her, no sireee. Alpha Me Not, that’s her motto. In all caps.

Mercenary and half-breed wolf Joe Huroq’s not looking for a mate. Stop and go screwing, that’s his motto. Hot and  heavy between missions. Then he glimpses his new neighbour tanning nude and the situation explodes.

Literally. Susie’s house is consumed by fire.

What’s Joe to do but offer Susie his hospitality?

Susie can’t resist the temptation of big, bad mercenary, so she suggests a friends with benefits arrangement which he accepts with an amazing alacrity. The sex is frantic, hot, and frequent. Neither one can keep their hands off the other.

Then children go missing. The fire’s deemed arson. Bodies pile up.

Susie refuses to accept Joe’s mate claim.

How can he keep her safe when she won’t obey a single order?

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Please welcome talented multipublished author Jianne Carlo. Jianne is here today to introduce us to the characters from her new book, Alpha Me Not. Alpha Me Not just came out from Loose Id, LLC and is White Wolf Book #3. Half-breed wolves, mating claims, hot sex, and explosions? Who could ask for more? Read on for profiles of Susie and Joe and for an excerpt from the newest installment of the White Wolf series.

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Susan “Susie” Elizabeth White

DESCRIPTION FROM BOOK: “Long hair, straight as a pin, glossy and blue-black, framed an angular face and caressed toned, tanned arms. Susie wore painted-on jeans, a skimpy tank that molded those perfect breasts with tongue-licking caresses, bare feet, and she appeared about to plow him.”

 

Joe Albert Huroq

DESCRIPTION FROM BOOK: “Joe wasn’t handsome by any conventional standards. The craggy features, the myriad faded scars above his right temple, and the crooked nose didn’t soften the harsh lines of his features but added a piratical, brooding aura that ambushed the senses, hers anyway.”

 

Dialogue:

“I’m not a settling-down, white-picket-fence type of man. My job’s dangerous, and when I go on a mission, I go knowing I may never come back. I love what I do, and no woman’s going to change that.”

“You’ve met your match then, cowboy. I’m not a white-picket-fence kind of woman. And definitely not the settling-down type. No husband, no kids, no ties. No emotional entanglements.”

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Excerpt from Alpha Me Not:

After he’d found Petey’s body, Joe had sent off a text message resigning from his company effective immediately. The decision hadn’t been difficult. He’d been running away from Hallie and the past for too long. He had a mate now and responsibilities. The time had come to settle down. Grow roots. Become part of a community. Help his friends.

 “What happens now?” Susie toyed with the second button on his shirt.“Now we get practical. I haven’t had time to stock the refrigerator or the pantry. So we either eat out or order in. Which one you prefer?” Hoping like hell she didn’t feel like facing the outside world, he outlined the whorls of her ear and studied her features.

She blew out a long sigh. “The last thing I want to do is go out. I don’t even want to have to answer the questions Azzo’s bound to have if we order from Mama’s.”

Their gazes met.

“We’ll order from somewhere else. The top right drawer next to the fridge is filled with menus from all the local delivery places. I need to work out my excess energy. Would you mind doing the honors while I chop some wood?” He waited for a protest or an objection.

“Chopping wood sounds like a good way to channel your anger. Go for it. What I’d love to do is go for a long run.” She gave him a sad, one-sided smile and scrambled off the bed.“A hard, fast run works for me.” He grinned and slapped her tush. “You’ll have to borrow sweats or shorts from me. We only bought you running shoes yesterday.”

“Why do I get the feeling the notion pleases you in some weird way?”

Pleased? Try turned his cock into a steel rod, snapped his stones tight and hard, and had his groin aching and throbbing.

Her pussy inside his shorts. Her woman’s musk branded on the crotch. Sheer fricking paradise.

“It’s turning you on too. I can smell your honey.” The blossoming perfume of her arousal filled his nostrils. He took an exaggerated inhale.

She smacked him on the shoulder. “Your mind’s in the gutter.”

“So’s yours, or you wouldn’t know what I was thinking. But before we get carried away, there’s something we need to discuss. I didn’t use a condom last night.” He couldn’t resist kissing one saucy, arched brow when her face turned rosy.

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