Happy New Year Everyone!

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The screen shot below of the page says it all – it’s a happy 2016 for me with Sinner now the number two book on Kindle, not just in Romance, but in ALL genres:

Best Sellers in Kindle Store

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Sinner (The Hades Squad Book 1)
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It’s definitely a night for fireworks – excuse the pun!


Happy New Year Everyone!


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Sinner #1 in Military Romance and #3 in Romance, Mystery & Suspense, Suspense!!!

Yay! Guess what – Sinner’s #1 in Military Romance & #3 in Romance > Mystery & Suspense > Suspense!!! 

I had, had to take a screen shot from the Sinner Amazon page!

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What a terrific way to end the year!


Thanks to all my readers and those BookBub readers who decided to take a chance on Sinner. I wouldn’t still be writing without you all.

My best wishes for a happy, healthy, and prosperous 2016!!!

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!













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!

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.

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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:


“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?”


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!

FYI for my new release subscribers— we’re all so bombarded with unwanted communication these days. You’ve my promise that all you’ll ever hear from me are announcements o’ll never share your information with anyone.

Notorious’s Drool-Worthy Cover!

Merry Monday Morning!

Notorious-Jianne_Carlo-200x320OMG, I drooled when I saw the cover for Notorious, Wind Dancer Book Two.

Isn’t it totally scrumptious? Truly Georgia Woods of Hartwood Publishing does the best covers.

What a bod! And he totally looks exactly like I pictured Terrence O’Connor, my bad-ass hero (save for the long hair).

Of course, I’m going to start off your work week with an excerpt from Notorious. 

Notorious Excerpt:


“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?”

Naked, lying on a neon orange beach towel, eyes covered by one forearm, Jenny Su-Lin Taylor didn’t react.

At first.

As the whiskied baritone rumbled into her foggy tranquility, she jerked to a sitting position. Frantic eyes darted left, then right, and took a frenzied sweep of the mists swirling around the small chamber. A thousand Japanese Taiko drums pounded a war beat in her ears. Blood surged to the rhythm, pulsing hysterical tattoos at her wrists, throat, and temples.

She stopped breathing, moving, thinking, when eyes the color of storm clouds racing across a typhoon sky manacled her gaze.

Fantasy and reality merged.


Thor, God of Battle and Thunder, materialized through dissipating, opaque steam curls.


High, sculpted cheekbones, a square, stubborn jawline chiseled by anvils, her most erotic fantasy come to life sprawled on the marble ledge opposite. Wheat-streaked hair fired with auburn glints brushed the broadest shoulders she’d ever seen. One knee bent, the man leaned on a thick, muscled forearm, Popeye biceps bulging.

He drained the oxygen out of Su-Lin’s lungs.

Out of the room.

All about her, magic pooled.

Balmy condensation caressed her shoulders, the barest sigh of enchantment escaped her lips, and the world, no, the universe, pivoted on the mythical deity reclining before her eyes, glorious in his nudity. She’s heartbeat cavorted into loud, insistent hammering, which swelled to fever pitch. She noticed small details—the way the faint dusting of golden hairs on his torso swirled to the right, a thick forefinger stroking peach-pink marble, his taut stomach lifting and falling.

Around his neck hung a gold chain, and a dazzling pendant with intricate engravings punctuated a chest so defined, so Norse god-like, her fingers tingled with the urge to trace each ridge…

Fire licked every inch of skin, flared up her spine, and connected with her brain, igniting a frenzied desire. She scrambled for the towel. Nails scraped the moist marble—she clutched shaky fingers around soft cotton and bounded off the bench. His size dwarfed all five–feet-five inches of her too-big-for-gymnastic-competition body.

A warrior-resolute gaze examined every inch of her roasting flesh, lingered on her B-cup breasts, and his mouth pursed as he studied her. The intensity of those slate eyes had her hands trembling, her fingers fumbling to drape the towel around her chest. She muttered a Mandarin curse when her waist-length, straight-as-a-pin black hair tangled with the wet material.

“You don’t have to leave, darlin’. We can always lock the door.”

Propped on an elbow, the man angled forward, full lips curling at the corners.

“I’m at your service, darlin’, whatever milady wishes.”

Her subconscious noted the slight hint of Irish brogue. Seconds later, his words registered, but their meaning took longer to comprehend.

She couldn’t manage anything more than a panted “Oh.”

The Pause button that had suspended her brain functions thus far clicked off. Fast-forward took over, and she twirled around, intent on escape.

“I like the view from behind too, darlin’. That’s one fine backside.” He ended his pronouncement with a chuckle, which made her skin smolder even more.


Now tell me you don’t agree—doesn’t the cover totally look like what Su-Lin’s just seen? Minus a particular body part, that is *evil grin*.

Have a marvelous Monday!