2016’s Taken off at a Sprint!

2016 year of the monkeyWow! I don’t about you, but I’m swamped! And it’s only January 21st!!!

My fingers and toes are crossed that this isn’t the way the rest of the year’s going to evolve—at a frenetic place.

Of course, it doesn’t help that my day job’s in finance and January is a bitch for payroll and end of year issues. Right now I’m keeping my head above water, but the flood levels are rising—at an alarming rate.

Added to those problems, I’m way behind on two books—make that three—and my stress levels don’t help my creativity in the least. But, the end’s in sight for Prymal Hunger. Yay!

In between I’m working on two other re-releases and I thought I’d share today the opening scenes of one—Alpha Me Not:

Excerpt from Alpha Me Not:

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Joe Huroq tossed his duffel bag onto the bed, scrubbed the week’s worth of stubble on his chin, and blew out a long sigh. It had been a hellish three months and he’d seen the worst of the emerging Eastern European countries, but the mission had been successful.

Yeah. Right. The team had rescued the kidnapped daughter of an oil executive from the scumbags holding her for ransom. But he’d taken one look at the broken shell of what once must have been a normal thirteen-year-old, and known she’d never be whole again. She might have been better off dead.

He knew not to go there.

The plaintive notes of “Stairway to Heaven” wafted to his ears.

Joe grinned.

His back-fence neighbor, Terri, was in one of her moods. He’d learned to gauge Terri’s state of mind by the music she blared while suntanning nude in her backyard. That particular rift meant she’d had a down and dirty fight with her girlfriend, had a twelve-pack of Heines on ice, and was halfway to being pissed.

Joe’s smile went ape-shit wide. Exactly what he needed.

Shoot the breeze with Terri, get a nice buzz on, jump in the pool, and forget the bleakness in the teenager’s eyes. He shucked his button-down shirt, tossed his boots, socks, shed his worn and grimy jeans, shoved off his briefs, grabbed a towel, and padded to the back door.

Spring in Hallie was his favorite time of year. A light breeze lifted the noonday heat, and the fresh aroma of just-mowed grass perfumed the air. A seven-foot wooden fence bordered his and Terri’s backyards. She upped the volume when Joe slipped the deadbolt on the gate between the two properties.

Must’ve been a doozy of a fight.

Terri and her significant other, Petra, had a tempestuous, passionate relationship. He’d come to believe Terri secretly loved makeup sex and deliberately picked fights with Pet.

He spied Terri on the opposite side of the pool. She lay nude on a lawn chair, her face covered by a wide-brimmed straw hat. Joe raised his face to the sun and rolled his shoulders. No place in the world like the good old US of A, and nothing washed away the sins of the universe better than an afternoon of dissing the latest political gaffes and arguing about sports teams while drinking beer and scarfing down pizza. He studied the wispy white clouds dotting the powder-blue sky as he made his way over to Terri.

A four-seater patio table with an open blue-and green-striped umbrella stood adjacent to the twin lawn chairs. He glanced at Terri and frowned.

She looked…different.

Those boobs. Perfect. Rounded.

At least a C-cup, with milk-chocolate areolae, and fat, dark taupe-tipped nipples.

His cock stirred, and he stumbled.

WTF?

He’d never felt the slightest attraction to Terri. He dropped his gaze lower and salivated. Inky, tight curls framed a heart-shaped mound of pubic hair from which peeked the prettiest pink pussy lips he’d ever seen, bar none. His jaw sagged, and his cock vaulted to commander-in-chief attention.

Holy Batman and Robin. He had died and gone to vagina heaven.

The song ended. His knees went slack. Joe grabbed a chair to try to steady himself. The metal feet squeaked on the pavers.

Terri jackknifed to a sitting position.

Not Terri. Not Terri at all. Whoa!

The female scrambled to her feet, grabbed the towel from the chair, and clamped the terry fabric over those perfect breasts. “Help! Help!”

Joe blinked.

She spun around and sprinted to the small deck connected to the back of the house.

A fine ass.

High, muscled, and sweetly curved.

He licked his lips and focused on her sleek thighs and the hint of pubic hair that did a stripper’s grind-and-tease peep show with each long stride.

And all the while she shrieked like a fire engine on full alert.

The high-pitched screams made him wince, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her backside, and he couldn’t have moved an iota even if someone had put a Glock to his head.

She threw open the back door, raced inside, and slammed it shut.

Joe shook his head hoping the blood pooled in his groin would somehow speed back to fuel his lust-dazed brain.

The crack of a window being opened penetrated his sex stupor.

“I called 911, you pervert. Get out of my backyard!”

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Hope you enjoyed! Have a terrific Thursday!

Cheers,

 

Hot For The Holidays Blog Hop From The Love, Lust, & Laptops Ladies!

holiday-blog-hop-buttonHappy Holidays to Everyone! We Love, Lust, and Laptops Ladies are full of cheer and want to share. So we’re doing this hop to giveaway what every naughty female secretly wants seriously sexy romance books full of hunks and happy ever afters!

To participate all you have to do is visit each of our sites and leave a comment – any comment! The hop runs from December 6 through December 10. The GRAND PRIZE WINNER  will be drawn and announced on December 11, 2014. To Go onto the next site simply click on the book covers at the end of this blog or you can follow the #HotfortheHolidays hashtag.

The GRAND PRIZE is…

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Prime Imperative by Monette Michaels, Bayou des Enfants by Lynn Lorenz, Predator’s Fire, Gemini Island Shifters 5, by Rosanna Leo, Straitlaced by Robin Danner, Seducing Kate by Emilia Mancini, Christmas in Cancun by KaLyn Cooper, Prymal Lust by Jianne Carlo, Come by Becca Jameson, Double Up by Vanessa North, and Cowboy Redeemed by Parker Kincade.

I’m going to do three prizes for three lucky winners!

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Happy Holidays & Good Luck on the Hop!

Cheers,

Jianne

 

#Hotfortheholidays

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Winners of The Romance Reviews Fall into Fall Blog Hop!

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I’m late with this announcement. Believe me, I know.

To make up for my tardiness I’m awarding not only the THREE prizes promised for the hop, but an additional FOUR more!!! See – readers win when I’m late.

 

 

Here are the Fall into Fall Blog Hop winners:

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Emily W – $10.00 Amazon Gift Card

Nicki B – Alpha Me Not

Tori MacAllister – Demon Seed

FOUR Additional Prizes go to:

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Carolyn – The Bear and The Bride

Satchmo – A Paratrooper in a Pear Tree

Nikki – Carnal in Cannes

Jamie L – White Wolf

I’ll announce the winners on Twitter and Facebook.

Winners have five days to email me at jianne@old.jiannecarlo.com to collect their prizes.

Thanks to everyone who took the time to drop by!

Cheers,

Jianne

 

Alpha Me Not – Blog Barrage – March 27-28, 2013

amn-barragebannerToday and Tomorrow I’m on a Blog Barrage for Alpha Me Not courtesy of CBLS Promotions! Alpha Me Not was recently nominated for Best Book 2012 by The Romance Reviews!

 Here is the schedule:

March 27, 2013
Bea’s Book Nook
Books to Light Your Fire
Crazy Four Books (Review)
Harlie Williams, Writer
In Love with Romance
My Bookshelf
Veiled Secrets Reviews

March 28, 2013
A Little Fiction of Every Flavour
Brianna’s Bookshelf
Bunny’s Review
It’s All About the Romance!
Lindsay’s Scribblings
   Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, Mystery and More!
Rachel Leigh – erotic romance
The Printed Fox (Review)

Follow this tour and enter at each participating stop for a chance to win an eBook copy of “Alpha Me Not”. More entries = More chances to win! Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends Apr 2. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.

I hope you’ll drop by and enter and Good Luck in the contest!

Cheers,

Jianne

Vengeance Hammer – Title Me Not

logo - jiannecarlo4 for blogStrange title for a book – Vengeance Hammer, isn’t it? Over the last while, I’ve had a ton of people ask how the titles of my books come about and the honest answer is – usually they come from me. For some strange reason, I cannot begin writing a story until I have a title. I know it’s weird and, trust me, nothing about my creative process is normal or follows any kind of pattern.

In my day job, I am a numbers person, a totally logical A to B and then to C person. Throw in a tale and logic flies out the window. Being a normally (and I use that word with the utmost caution) rational individual, I have tried over and over to document and improve the way I write. What has this to do with titles, you ask?

Well the fact is I can’t start a book without a title.  Go figure. It may take weeks or months or a single second to come up with the right title – A Paratrooper in a Pear Tree took minutes, Alpha Me Not I labored over for months, and yet in one week this year, I came up with the ideas for not one, but seven books!!! And I cannot tell you how or why any single one of those came about.

It drives me batty.

There are times when I actively dislike this need to write- truly- it’s simply not explainable or in any way shape or form, logical. I like rationality, I relish predictability, I savor order- and none of that ever applies to how a book evolves in my head. Why do you ask am I telling you this? Because overnight the ideas for three new books sprouted.

Shoot me.

I can’t keep up with my poor, irrational, obsessive writer brain.

*Thunk, thunk* – that’s the sound of me hitting my head on the wall.

Stop. Stop. No more ideas.

That’s it – I’m off to write as fast as my hands and Dragon Naturally Speaking will allow me. BTW – I am in edits for Vengeance Hammer, and cannot start anything new – isn’t that justifiable suicide karma?

*Thunk, thunk*

Cheers,

Jianne

P.S. One of my best titles came from Georgia Woods – The Bear and The Bride – kudos G, and many thanks.