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Malice Striker won 3rd in the Passionate Plume Best Historical 2012 Contest.

Death Blow (Book#2) was the overall winner in the Passionate Plume Best Historical 2012 Contest.

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Other free books are also listed in the flashing header banner on the site.  Enjoy!

Nice way to start the weekend, eh, with FREE books?

Have a great one!

Cheers,

Jianne 

Coundown to Vengeance Hammer Release – 1 day to go!

VengeanceHammer_ByJianneCarlo-453x6803 Days to go for Vengeance Hammer’s release!!

Yay – I am so excited *doing a snoopy happy dance* :)

For the next five days, I’ll be featuring excerpts from the last book in the Viking Vengeance trilogy, and running a quick contest for a free copy of Vengeance Hammer. Simply leave a comment and you’re entered! The winner will be announced on Wednesday, May 8, 2013.

I thought I’d celebrate the countdown by announcing the winners of the Let’s Get Lucky Blog Hop and the A to Z Challenge Blog Hop.

I loooove announcing winners.

Drum Roll….

The Let’s Get Lucky Blog Hop Winners are:

Terry Amber and FlChen!

The A to Z Challenge Blog Hop Winner is:

Angelica French!

Winners, please contact me ASAP to claim your prize.

And now for the big reveal – here is your first Vengeance Hammer Excerpt:

Vengeance lost.

Fate had cheated him. Dráddør fingered the runes carved into his weapon, the enormous steel mallet he’d named Hefnd Hamarr, Vengeance Hammer, in anticipation of the day he would fulfill the oath made to his dying father. Disgust, crippling and oppressive, banded his chest as he surveyed the smoke-infused, empty great hall.

“’Twas an easy victory.” His friend and ally, Tighe, Earl of Dalriada, heaved a long sigh. “Not a fitting one, mayhap…”

“Arnfinn died by his wife’s hand. Not by mine.” Dráddør snorted. “I cannot fulfill my vow of vengeance.”

“Nay, I beg to differ. You have in your hand the ultimate revenge. Once you wed and bed his daughter, the title is yours, all that he ever owned is yours, and his line is erased. Think you, Arnfinn, Earl of Caithness, will rest easy knowing that your blood prevails? That his daughter will sire your son?”

Tighe rested a booted foot on the fireplace’s lintel and prodded the half-charred mound of logs with a metal rod. Bright orange sparks sprayed in a wide arc and the fitful flames blossomed into long plumes.

“The notion of swiving Arnfinn’s spawn holds no appeal.” Dráddør scowled.

Tighe shrugged. “One prick and you are Earl of Caithness. Shite man, you have gained a region as vast as Dalriada with no effort. The castle is intact and the keep secured. Take your nose out of your arse and do what must be done.”

Hope you enjoyed!

I’m at the Romantic Times convention in Kansas, Missouri this week. I’ll be posting pics on Twitter and Facebook, so stay tuned. Let me know if there are any author pics you’re interested in and I’ll try to get them for you.

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.

 

#BlogBarrage: “Gone” by Barb Han @BarbHanAuthor #cblspromos

It’s my pleasure today to host the CBLS Blog Barrage Tour for my fellow Etopia Press author, Barb Han.  Welcome Barb and take it away!

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by Barb Han

Romantic Women’s Fiction

Category(ies): Mystery/Thriller

Publisher: Etopia Press

Release Date: January 11, 2013

Heat Level: Steamy

Word Count: 77,000

 Buy Links

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Gone-ebook/dp/B00AZDI3PQ/

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-gone-1041392-152.html

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/gone-barb-han/1114108626

Blurb

How far would you go to find a child that never existed?

Elizabeth Walker awakens in a mental institution, the aftermath of a nightmare in her veins. All she can think of is saving a little boy—her son. But the orderlies who rush in and jab her with needles assure her she has no son. So does her mother, who demands her doctors keep her calm and prevent her from these troubling delusions. But Elizabeth’s nightmares are so real, and her arms still feel the memory of holding her son. And her instincts tell her to trust no one. Her child is gone. Her memories are gone. Everything is just…gone.

Ex-military medic David Kerrigan will never stop blaming himself for the childhood tragedy that took his younger sister’s life. Working on assignment at the facility, he’s drawn to Elizabeth, and he’s not sure that everything about her case is on the up and up. David knows full well he can’t change the past, but what if he can save this one person? And maybe helping Elizabeth might just save them both…

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Excerpt

If memories were liquids, then Elizabeth Walker’s would be blood. Not warm, life-giving, tissue-bathing blood, but cold, coagulated, dried up, and stepped-over-on-the-sidewalk blood.

Memories weren’t liquids.

They were more like fireflies blinking in the dark, daring to be caught, disappearing a moment before they could be reached. And the only liquid left in Elizabeth’s body was a few unshed tears. They hardly ever fell now. Even they seemed to be drying up on her.

Nightmare or not, she would claw her way through any level of consciousness to save the boy. The last ounce of breath she drew from her lungs burst out as a scream, leaving her choking and gasping for air.

The sense of urgency to save him, to do something, burned frustrated holes through the bottoms of her feet—feet that did not touch pavement no matter how fast she moved.

She had to do something. But what?

She calculated the likelihood of reaching him and came up short. He was far. No way could she reach him in time.  Yet waiting, doing nothing, wasn’t an option either. Protective instinct propelled her legs forward, and damn the odds.

“Somebody. Help.” She pushed herself from the dream.

She dug her fingers into her mattress, discharging a crush of bleach into her hyperventilated nostrils. A drowning sensation filled her lungs. She clenched her chest muscles. She gasped, struggling for oxygen.

A door slamming against a wall made her sit bolt upright. Two bulky men in blue scrubs burst into the room.

Barb’s offering a giveaway on this Blog Barrage as follows:

Giveaway Info:
Prize is a $25 Starbucks Gift Card. Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends Mar 19. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.

A Rafflecopter Giveaway

Link to Blog Schedule:
http://www.cblspromotions.com/2013/03/blogbarrage-gone-by-barb-han.html

About the Author

SONY DSCBarb Han lives in North Texas with her husband, has three beautiful children, a spunky Golden Retriever/Standard Poodle mix, and too many books to count.

When she’s not writing, researching, or otherwise getting lost in a story, she volunteers at her children’s school, is in the kitchen ‘creating’ dinner, or can be found on or around a basketball court.

Writing contemporary romance and romantic suspense has been a dream come true for Barb–something she’s wanted to do for as long as she can remember. She left her corporate job, at her husband’s urging, and has been happily playing with imaginary friends ever since.

Learn more about her latest releases at http://www.barbhan.com and don’t forget to say hi. She loves hearing from readers.

Connect with Barb Han

Website: http://www.barbhan.com/

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

Twitter: https://twitter.com/BarbHanAuthor

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/barbhan/

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