The Dorland Brothers and Ginger Tart!

Soul_Deep-Jianne_Carlo-200x320Today, I’m celebrating the release of my latest paranormal, SOUL DEEP.

Mike Dorland, the hero of  SOUL DEEP, reluctantly agrees to accompany his gregarious, publicity-loving younger brother, Drake, to the television studio where he will be interviewed by local celebrity, Ginger Tart.

A professional poker player, Mike distrusts and dislikes media professionals. He’s been burned too often by their outright lies and scandalous innuendo. Although he’s determined to stay in the background, Mike doesn’t count on Drake’s mischievous manipulations or Ginger Tart’s obvious attraction to him.

Here’s what happens when Mike and Drake arrive at MMTV4, Makinac’s local television studio.

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Mike Dorland scanned the TV set and focused in on Ginger Tart, the hostess of Makinac’s county most popular talk show. Thirty-ish, voluptuous curves, and a mane of wavy hair the color of the spice she was named for. He sighed. She was exactly his brother’s type. He elbowed Drake and attempted to offer his kid brother salient advice. “Try not to hit on her, Drake. She’s hot, but recently divorced.”

Drake rolled his eyes. “Puh-lease. I like my women with a little meat on them. Those rail-thin types do nothing for me.”

“That’s not Ginger Tart you’re looking at. She’s standing behind you.”

Mike winced when Drake pivoted and blew out a prolonged wolf-whistle. “For crap’s sake, why’d you do that? Now she’s glaring mayhem and murder at both of us.”

“Got her attention, didn’t I? I could eat her up. Literally. Come on. Let’s introduce ourselves.” Drake shoved Mike and dragged him forward.

“You’re doing the interview, not me. Why do I have to meet her?” Mike let his muscles go slack. But even though he resisted Drake’s momentum, in less than thirty seconds the two White Wolves stood right in front of Ginger Tart.

Drake held out his hand and clasped Ginger’s. “Hi, Ginger. Drake Dorland. This is my big bro, Mike. Thank you for agreeing to interview us.”

Us? Mike gnashed his back molars. He stamped his heavy steel-toed CAT boot on Drake’s moccasin-clad foot.

“Ouch. You just about broke every toe, Mike. You’ll have to excuse my big brother’s scowl and temper. Horniness tends to make him real ornery. Tell me you’re not taken—”

“Shut your trap, Drake.” Mike inserted himself in front of his dead meat sibling. “I apologize on my idiot brother’s behalf, Ms. Tart—”

“Ginger, please Mike. Drake’s reputation preceded him. I’ve heard all about his relentless flirting. Nothing beats the speed of gossip in Mackinac County. I have to say I’m a big fan of yours. When you won your first poker championship, I begged management to let me cover it. I even offered to pay my own way, but…” She shrugged.

Mike’s face heated. He never knew how to react to effusive fans. “Er, thanks.”

“Actually, if you’re not doing anything after we finish taping, maybe we could grab a drink at The Wahzoo? My friends and I recently started playing Texas Hold ’Em, and I’d love to get your take on how to win.” Ginger leaned forward and ran a finger along Mike’s forearm. The cleavage exposed by her scooped neckline plumped.

Mike cleared his throat.

“He’d love to have a drink with you.” Drake butted in front of Mike.

“I warned you, Drake. Stop being an ass,” Mike snapped. “I appreciate the invite, Ginger. But I’m planning on seeing my fiancée, Melanie White, tonight.”

Ginger’s blue eyes popped. She sighed. “Figures. All the good ones are taken.”

Ginger insisted on including Mike in the session no matter how vociferous his protests. He endured the thirty-minute Q&A and only relaxed when Ginger announced she’d end the interview with a word association game.

“Paint,” Ginger said.

Mike retorted, “Chocolate.”

“Wrists.”

“Cuffs.”

Ginger tsked. “Blindfold.”

“Fun.”

“Woman.”

“Mate—help-mate.” Mike cringed.

“No self-correction. First thing that pops into your mind. Let’s continue. Sexy.”

“Melanie.”

“Wife.”

“Melanie.”

“I must say that whoever Melanie is, she’s one lucky woman. Okay, let’s wrap up with your favorites. Favorite Color?”

“Blue.”

“Food?”

“Chili.”

“Dessert?”

“Melanie.”

***

 

I hope your enjoyed Mike and Drake’s interview with Ginger Tart. What are your word associations with:

Paint

Wrists

Blindfold

Sexy??

 

Two of my books—SINNER & PRYMAL LUST— are FREE on Amazon this month, so please download them! Here are the links:

http://tinyurl.com/SinnerHadesSquad-1

http://tinyurl.com/Prymal-1

Have a Magnificent Monday!

Cheers,

Jianne

And The White Wolf Series Begins!

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Yesterday, the first book in my White Wolf series—Soul Deep—became available for pre-order on Amazon at this link:

http://www.amazon.com/Soul-Deep-White-Wolf-Pack-ebook/dp/B01D2703UY/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1458490606&sr=1-1&keywords=soul+deep+carlo

Uber-talented Georgia Woods created the cover and the look for the series and I’m thrilled with the results – what do you think?  Thumbs up or down?

I love the black and white. It’s intriguing and mysterious and certainly sets the mood of the story, which is sexy and suspenseful.

In other news, I handed in Prymal Hunger yesterday. Hopefully, I’ll have a release date for everyone soon.

So far, here’s my release schedule for 2016:

Soul Deep       April 7, 2016

My Alpha       June  2, 2016

Wolf Raider   August 4, 2016

Gray Wolf      October 6, 2015

Prymal Hunger will fit in somewhere in there and  I’ve yet to find out when my Viking Warriors series will be re-released. In other news, on the contemporary scene, I’m working on two brand new series tentatively titled—Sanctuary—and—Secrets. For the Viking lovers out there, I’m in the middle of my first tale in the new Viking Invasion series—Wùlfe. I’m hoping that one will release before the end of 2016—keep your fingers and toes crossed for me!

Have a magnificent Monday!

Cheers,

 

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!

 

 

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!”

***

Hope you enjoyed! Have a terrific Thursday!

Cheers,

 

And The Winners Are…

There’s nothing I love more than announcing Giveaway Winners! And it’s doubly pleasurable because Christmas is right around the corner. So without further ado – the WINNERS of The Hottest Christmas List Around are:

Kristin Arpin won the prize from – Annie Anthony – One Exquisite Night in E-format

Joye won the prize from – Annie Anthony – a burgundy surprise box (you’ll appreciate this surprise when you read the book!). US or Canadian residents only to win the box. Winner must be at least 18 years old. 

Cindy Hazelwood won the prize from – Belinda McBride – Bad Angels books in E-format (3 books)

Artemisgeminii won the prize from – Emilia Mancini – Seducing Kate in E-format

Manhandled-Jianne_Carlo-100x160Patricia Westover won the prize from – Jianne Carlo – Manhandled E-format

Kenderly Woods won the prize from – Jianne Carlo – Sinner in E-format Sinner-Jianne_Carlo-100x160

moosehog83 won the prize from – Jianne Carlo – Prymal Lust in E-format

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Catherine Maguire meowcat_21@hotmail.com won the prize from KaLyn Cooper Cancun Series in E-format (3 books)

Charlene Whitehouse freddiefroggie2002@yahoo.com won the prize from Lynn Lorenz – E-book and jewelry

cosmicread won the prize from Robin Danner – Bound in E-format

Diana Michelle Tidlund won the prize from Robin Danner – Christmas Spirits in E-format

Melissa Graham  lissabob@yahoo won the prize from Sara Daniel – Captivating the CEO in E-format

Teresa Jensen  won the prize from Sara Daniel – One Night with the Bridal Party print anthology – US only

Jeannie Platt won the prize from Tami Lund – Into the Light in E-format and a silver paw print bracelet (US residents only for the bracelet). If winner is outside US – 2 EBooks – Into the Light & Dawning of Light, first & second in the Lightbearer series.

Diamond Necklace

Laurie P  goaliemom0049@gmail.com has won the Grand Prize Diamond Necklace.

If you are listed above, PLEASE Comment below with your email address so the LL&L Ladies can contact you concerning delivery of your prize.

Merry Monday before Christmas Everyone!