Valentine’s Gifts For My Readers!

heart double pinkisIt’s wonderful to begin the most romantic day of the year with gifts for some of my readers. I asked the Viking to pick three random numbers from the list of my newsletter database. Congrats to the following who won their secret decadent desire:

Tina Rucci – Chocolates

Karen Gilliam – Cherry Jelly Bellies

Lauren Seiberling – Cheese Pretzels

Karen Blue – Twizzlers

 

Tina, Lauren, and Karen, please email me at Jianne@old.jiannecarlo.com to let me know your addresses. If you’re international, we’ll work something out. (Shipping costs are prohibitive L)

For those who commented on my Love, Lust, and Laptop’s blog, the following have won:

Barbara – Notorious

Mary M. – Carnal

There were supposed to be three winners, but only Barbara and Mary M left their email addresses. If anyone cares to go back and fill in the information, I’ll pick the third winner.

Have a dreamy, sexy, Valentine’s day everyone!

 

 

A Peek at Carnal, Wind Dancer Book Three!

It’s difficult for an author to admit that she has a favorite hero or heroine. It’s kind of like admitting you have a favorite child.

That said—I’m totally gaga for Harrison Indiana Ford, whose mother named him after the actor. I had to give him the middle name Indiana, because Indiana Jones (the first one) is one of my all-time favorite movies.

Of course that also means that I adore the actor—Harrison Ford. I’ve loved him in almost every role. But, I prefer his quirky, cynical roles best—him as Hans Solo in Stars Wars and Indiana Jones make me swoon like an adolescent with a HUGE crush. And that crush transference happened with the hero of Carnal. So today, here’s a sneak preview of Harrison Indiana Ford and Martine Bellamy’s romance.

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Blurb:

Money, power, and women, all come easy to Harrison Indiana Ford. Yet he wants more -to ensure his daddy’s oil fortune goes to him – not Delora – the stepmother who seduced him as a teenager. If Harry doesn’t marry a virgin and produce an heir before he turns thirty-two, Delora inherits it all. D-day and unpredictable circumstances force Harry to hire a matchmaker and marry a stranger.

Martine’s survived the streets of Haiti’s capital with her virginity intact, but she’s no innocent. Fleeing persecution, she stows away on a cargo ship, and enters France illegally. Desperate for the million Euro Harry offers so she can bring her ailing grandmother to France, she signs the pre-nuptial contract using forged documents.

Delora’s not about to let a billion dollars slip through her hands. There are too many ways to sabotage a relationship, prevent a pregnancy. And it’s so easy to foster suspicion and hatred where there’s no trust. What Delora doesn’t count on is the explosive sexual relationship that develops between Harry and Martine.

As lust morphs into caring, Delora’s detectives search for Martine’s hidden secrets. How did Martine get from Haiti to France?

 

Excerpt from Carnal:

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They took a taxi to the yacht, and Harry had them in his quarters before Martine could blink.

She did a graceful pirouette, arms flung wide, spinning on one foot and lifting her face to his. “Merci, Harry. Thank you. Thank you. Never have I had such a wonderful meal.” She hugged herself. “I will treasure this night always.”

“So will I.” And he meant every word. “Come with me, Mrs. Ford.” He crooked a finger.

She took two steps forward, set her palms on his chest, and their gazes fastened. “Is it now that we play your Blind Man’s game?”

He almost fell over his own feet he laughed so hard. “Have you been thinking about it all evening?” He  swiped the moisture from his cheek.

“Austen explained you bluff in poker. I did not know this term. But it is like a dare, non?” She’d taken a seat on the mattress and shed her sandals. Her big toe traced the curves of the paisley pattern in the rug by the bed. “But where do we find the blind man? And who is nekkid?”

Harry didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but he didn’t want to shatter their fragile camaraderie, so he worked up a smile to soften his words. “I’d lay Powerball odds you’re an orphan.”

“I can prove you wrong,” she declared.

Harry mirth disappeared when she imitated Delora’s voice, accent, and intonation perfectly. Probably a fluke. “Do that again.”

A smile played with the corners of her lips. She shot him a sideswipe.

“Don’t for a second think smashing my cell… I have plenty of backups of that picture,” she said, all in Delora’s voice.

That sniper-in-the-vicinity dread raked the hairs on his forearms. “Jesus. I never know what to expect from you.”

He strode to the bed and sat next to her, choking back the sourness filling his mouth. “Can you do other voices?”

“You are angry with me.” She shrank away, shuffling her feet in the direction of the headboard.

Harry changed his tactics. “I take it you’ve never played Blind Man’s Bluff?”

She shook her head. “No.”

Harry explained the game to her between kisses and stripping off her skirt, thong, and bra, leaving her blouse on but loosened to bare her breasts. When they were both hot and bothered, he retrieved a tie from the closet and wrapped the red strip of silk around her palm.

“Tie it around my eyes,” he instructed.

When she had him good and truly trussed, he swung into a horizontal position, rested his head in his hands, and elucidated, “Rule number one. You get to do anything you want. Have anything you want. Stop anytime you want. It’s all about you. The goal of the game is to identify whatever you’re holding or touching or kissing.”

Harry made a mental note to remember to tell Austen the new rules of the game.

“And rule number two?”

“I get a turn after you.”

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Martine couldn’t remember ever feeling like this—giddy and delirious, alive and free. All during dinner she went over his every word on the bench—the promise of a house, money each month, security.

Do you mean this, Harrison Indiana Ford?

A miniscule part of her yearned to forget all the lessons she’d learned about men, to erase the past and believe in him. The other part, the part that ruled, called her the worst sort of idiot.

She sat on her haunches, all too conscious of Harry naked on the bed, of her nudity, and the ugly scars on her back.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Martine.” Harry  turned his head on the pillow, easily pinpointing her direction despite the blindfold. “Tell me what you want.”

Working up the courage to answer, she inhaled the aromas of the candles, a cleansing ginseng fragrance, and on her exhale she skittered closer and brushed her lips on the cusp of his shoulder. Admiring his bulging muscles, the sharp indentation midarm to his elbow, she ran her fingers down his warm flesh. The nuns avoided all mention of body parts and workings, and she’d reached adulthood vaguely aware of how coupling occurred.

“What is this muscle, Harry?” She squeezed the thickest part of his arm.

For a few seconds he didn’t answer, and her stomach went all jittery.

“That’s the deltoid. Feels good when you do that.”

“You have beautiful shoulders, strong, and I can see where each muscle begins and ends.” She bent to kiss a taut spot near the crook of his neck. “And this?”

Her exhale sifted a lock of warm brown hair curling around a vein that went all the way to his ear. Unable to resist, she traced the throbbing vessel, nuzzling the damp flesh cording his throat.

“Trapezius,” he elucidated, his voice low and husky.

“I know these.” She  placed her palms flat on his chest. “Pectorals. Men are so different here from women.”

“Praise the Lord almighty,” Harry muttered.

“So strong,” she murmured, fingering a ridged groove of flesh extending from the middle of his torso. “This is the six-pack, non? Three here and three on the other side. This one lower than its mate.”

On impulse she leaned over and used the tip of her tongue to trace each grove. Harry intoxicated her senses. She grew drunk on his now familiar Harry fragrance—soap, the CK aftershave she’d discovered in the bathroom, and a spiciness all his own. Her ears filled with his each rasped inhale, each muffled grunt, and the occasional hiss when she hit a sensitive spot.

Her tongue absorbed the slight musk and salt in the taste of him, and she closed her eyes to savor his flavor and smell, hoping she’d always be able to conjure the aroma after their year ended. She laid her cheek to his belly and ran a finger around the rim of his navel. A film of sweat coated his skin there, making the ridges outlining his taut belly glisten.

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Hope you enjoyed!

Have a Marvelous Monday!

 

The Wind Dancer Series is NOW Available!

So for all of you who’ve been waiting for the three Wind Dancer books—Manhandled, Notorious, & Carnal are now available at most digital publishers!

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Here the AMAZON, ARe, and B&N links!

Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Manhandled-Wind-Dancer-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01836GW5O/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1449157887&sr=8-1&keywords=manhandled+by+jianne+carlo

http://www.amazon.com/Notorious-Wind-Dancer-Book-2-ebook/dp/B0184EP9VI/ref=pd_sim_sbs_351_1?ie=UTF8&dpID=51GpxmlhWDL&dpSrc=sims&preST=_AC_UL160_SR100%2C160_&refRID=0YP3ERNW1AF4B75AJPM1

http://www.amazon.com/Carnal-Wind-Dancer-Book-3-ebook/dp/B0184CLDJC/ref=pd_sim_sbs_351_2?ie=UTF8&dpID=51RR1r2YMvL&dpSrc=sims&preST=_AC_UL160_SR100%2C160_&refRID=1Y70H055SXF75FB1HGBH

ARe:

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-manhandled-1937843-149.html

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-notorious-1937845-149.html

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-carnal-1937842-149.html

B&N:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1123054439?ean=2940158042355

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1123054443?ean=2940158042393

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1123054437?ean=2940158042324

There’s no more terrific way to start December than with a giveaway. And that’s what the Love, Lust, and Laptop authors are doing for readers this month! Stay tuned for our The Hottest Christmas List Around and Prize List beginning on December 7!

Have a torrent of a Thursday!

Happy Thanksgiving to Everyone!

Best wishes to all for a wonderful, family-filled Thanksgiving Holiday!

The entire Wind Dancer series is not available for preorder at Amazon.

Here are the links:

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And congratulations to Titania, Lisa J, and Heather Hand who’ve all won copies of Notorious!

Please email me at jianne@old.jiannecarlo.com to collect your prize.

Terry & Su-Lin!

Notorious-Jianne_Carlo-200x320Terrence O’Connor and Su-Lin Taylor are the protagonists of Notorious, Wind Dancer, Book Two.

Terry’s the son of an aristocrat whose lineage dates to William the Conqueror. Su-Lin’s the product of a mixed marriage, her mom’s Swedish and her dad’s Vietnamese.

Oil and water, pure bred and mutt, I love writing stories about polar opposite men and women who fall in love. It doesn’t take a lot of soul searching to realize that I spin mutt tales because I am one. My dad was Indian/Portuguese and my mom’s from north Portugal. I’m neither yin nor yang, but some odd combination of both.

So is Su-Lin. Two people who don’t believe they’re worthy of love. I love their tale and I hope you will too.

Tag Line:
Su-Lin, daughter of a Swedish mother and an oriental father, has never belonged until she meets Terrence, but can she trust him?

 

Here are few zippy lines from Notorious:

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“While I appreciate the view of your sweet little body, darlin’, you do realize that this is the men’s steam room, not the women’s?”

“I like the view from behind too, darlin’. That’s one fine backside.”

“Aren’t you itching to try out another head on that body?”

“We can hook up tonight, darlin’. But I need something to tide me over.”

“Shall I feed you? My lips to yours?”

“Some body on that sugar.”

“Sod it, boyo. That one’s mine. Scratch her off your bull’s-eye.”

“She’s one freaking flexible woman. Did you see that?”

“That sugar’s marrying material, and I have a hunkering to settle down.”

“She’s sweeter’n double-chunk peanut brittle, and there’s no way you get to be the only gunslinger in town.”

“Tyranny so wins out over charm.”

“I want to touch you.”

“Did you miss me, darlin’?”

“We need to talk. About sex. Birth control.”

“An itty bitty thing like you?”

“Dinner’s usually around eightish. Join me for a drink on deck in half an hour, sugar? Wanna get married?”

“You don’t go from blowing me to screwing Harry.”

“I’m too randy to be gentle, and a woman’s first time should be special.”

“We’ll take the edge off first, and then we’ll do the dirty.”

“You aren’t one for pretty words, are you?”

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Hope you enjoyed those!

As the Thanksgiving holiday fast approaches I do what I always do once November begins—write down three things daily that I’m thankful for.

At the head of the list is always family and friends, but right there in the top three are you, my readers. I am so grateful and so blessed in you, my readers. There’s no way I’d still be writing if it weren’t for all of you.

So, in addition to a giveaway I’m running on the Love, Lust, and Laptops blog, I’m also going to run a random one here on my blog. This one’s for all of you who’ve signed up to receive my new releases newsletter. I’m going to get my better half, the Viking, to pick three people from my newsletter list. Whatever you’ve listed as your secret indulgences will be yours.

Winner (or winners—I reserve the right to be really thankful ) will be announced on Wednesday, November 25, 2015 on Twitter, my Facebook Author Page and my personal page, and here on my blog. All you have to do to claim your prize is email me at Jianne@old.jiannecarlo.com.

Have a marvelous Monday!

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