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,

 

Returning From Social Media Hibernation!

Prymal_Hunger-Jianne_Carlo--200x320It’s amazing how much you can get done when you take a social media vacation!

Honestly, I never realized how much of a time-suck updating FB, my blog, and tweeting was until the last couple of months.

I’m finally up to date on most of my projects.

Manhandled is finished—YAY!!!

Notorious, Carnal, Prymal Hunger, and Wulf are in the works.

And I’ve started three new Viking books!

I should take social media holidays more often, right? Maybe. But while I hunkered down in my EDJ and writing caves, summer ended, pumpkins are now everywhere, and I just know before I blink—the holidays will be on us!

Swear to all the gods out there—the globe spins faster from September to January 1st!!!!

Who doesn’t agree with that?

Here’s a tempting tease from Manhandled:

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“Rolan, sweetie. You’re not eating. The food’s gonna get cold,” whined Cindy-something, breaking into his reminisces.

Rolan stifled another groan as he took in the clothes strewn across the burgundy Persian rug, the rumpled bed sheets, Cindy’s naked double-D breasts, the platinum nipple rings, and the diamonds dangling from her navel.

What had Sarita seen?

Closing his eyes, he tried to picture the scene she’d interrupted—Cindy on her haunches, one palm on his groin, his semi-erect prick. He choked back a howl. What a disastrous way to reunite with the girl who’d haunted his dreams for  the last twelve years. Shame had him stumbling back to the bed.

His knees collapsed and his butt slammed onto the mattress.

What a f**king man-whore he’d become. When had it happened? When had he gone from shiny and idealistic to contemptuous, egotistic, and unscrupulous? At least where women were concerned.

Elbows jammed onto his thighs, forehead propped in his palms, he closed his eyes against the mortifying ignominy burning his flesh. Sarita had once adored him, but now she must despise and scorn him.

And rightly so.

He didn’t even know Cindy’s last name. Didn’t care to know. The Rolan Sarita had known in high school might’ve been bigheaded, but never would he have sacrificed his morals. Shit to that. He’d abandoned any sexual ethics after his first Super Bowl win.

Twelve years ago, he’d taken Sarita’s virginity.

And on each twenty-ninth of May for every year since, he’d awoken aroused, with her face burned on his pupils. He’d learned after the first couple of years not to bother with substitutes, not when their faces were replaced by hers at the height of his climax.

He downed a glass of orange juice.

How had Sarita ended up on Sir Geoffrey Stanford’s yacht in Monte Carlo? Where had she been all this while?

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I hope you enjoyed the excerpt

Merry manic Monday everyone!

SATAN’s Nominated for The Romance Review’s Reader’s Choice Award!

Satan-Jianne_Carlo-200x320To be eligible for the next round in the Reader’s Choice Award, Satan needs YOUR nomination!

Voting starts today, September 11, 2015 and will end on September 30, 2015.

Simply click on the link below to nominate Satan for the award:

http://www.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=17353

If you feel like tweeting Satan’s nomination—here’s a sample tweet to cut and paste:

@TRRtweet Vote for Satan for TRR’s Reader’s Choice #romance #SEAL #sexy http://tinyurl.com/o4vjr8w

To close out the summer, I thought to have a little fun contest.

Send me the weirdest thing that happened to you or a friend this summer and I’ll give three winners a choice of any book from my backlist. Get your entries to me by September 30, 2015.

The Viking will pick the three best, as usual and I’ll announce the winners on October 1, 2015 on my blog, my FB Author Page, and Twitter!

FYI, I’m due to finish Prymal Hunger, Kydd Kolton’s tale, next week! YAY!  Here’s the scrumptious cover for Prymal Hunger:

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Gosh, I just love looking at that cover. Wondering why Kydd Kolton doesn’t have his trademark shoulder-length blond hair on the cover? You’ll have to read Prymal Hunger to find out that one *smirk*

Have a Fantastic Friday everyone!

Prymal Hunger

I know it’s been a while since I posted and I apologize. The Viking and I were out of the country and our internet access was dismal.

Can you believe that? In this day and age?

Though I’m loathe to admit it, I realized how much I depend on the net to simply exist during the last while. It was so frustrating not being able to Google anything I wanted when I wanted. When your phone’s in airplane mode and there’s no universal net access,  you’re screwed. Unless you want to pay a fortune to tweet or text.

Sigh. I’m praying that we encounter plenty of cheap internet cafes during our three weeks in Scandinavia, Russia, Latvia, and Estonia this coming June.

Meanwhile, I’m scrambling to finish Prymal Hunger ASAP.  Unfortunately, my deadline date’s slipped and that means Prymal Hunger’s release has slipped to August, maybe even September. I’ll keep everyone posted.

No cover as yet, mainly because I haven’t handed in the form. (Aarggh! Another to do to add to my list.) So, I’m going to show the covers of the first three Prymal books:

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To make up for that bad news, I figured on giving you an unedited peek at Prymal Hunger.

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A whiff of coffee teased Kydd Kolton’s nose and memory.

Damn, he was supposed to meet Helle, his new PA. His mood soured. He re-traced his footsteps and walked into the only Starbucks available for the three studios situated on the lot. His wolf-vision adjusted to the dimness instantly. He scanned the crowded coffee bar, realized he had no clue what the fuck Helle looked like, and waited for the blasted female to approach him.

Right then, Kydd spied Juicy Darling, waltzing his way. He stifled a groan. Crap. She was the last female he wanted to deal with. Kydd had a strict hookup policy—he never fucked the same woman twice and each and everyone knew upfront their screwing was a one and done. Juicy refused to accept that status.

Juicy, the star of the re-make of One Million Years B.C., wore a skimpier version of the ripped and torn costume that zapped Raquel Welch to sex-bombshell status some half a century ago.

“Kydd Kolton. It’s been way too long.” Juicy looped her arms around his neck. She nuzzled his jaw and licked his mouth.

Kydd repressed both a gag and a shudder when Juicy’s signature perfume, a cloying mixture of musk and frangipani, hit his nose.

Behind him, he heard a throat clear, and a dusky-CFM voice drawled, “Shall I take it that our appointment’s been postponed?”

Snatching at any excuse to rid himself of Juicy, Kydd captured her wrists, removed her hands from his neck to her sides, and pivoted, giving Juicy his back.

He just about swallowed his tongue.

The name Helle suited her. For even without benefit of his wolf-hearing, he recognized the sex and cigars voice that had awoken him and his cock this morning.

A riot of glossy flame-colored windswept curls framed an elfin, freckled-faced woman-child. Honey-hued doe-shaped eyes lobbed scorn and infuriation at him. Her strawberry-ripe plump lips curled into a sneer Freddy Kruger would envy.

He pictured those lips wrapped around his dick and hardened on a heartbeat.

“Well?” Hands jammed on lean jeans-encased hips, she tossed her head back to reveal a graceful, slender neck.

Claim-bite her.

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Hope that makes up a tad for the release delay of Prymal Hunger!

Have a magnificent Monday!

Cheers,

Jianne

Cash in on The Prymal Lust Book Tour!

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Don’t forget to enter the contest at the many stops on the Prymal Lust Book Tour. Here’s a schedule of venues and dates:

4-Aug     Books N Pearls

5-Aug     Karen Blue Reviews  

6-Aug     The Pages of a Good Book  

   7-Aug     Books N Pearls

8-Aug     TwinsieTalk

9-Aug     Secret Hungers

10-Aug   Renea Mason  

12-Aug   TNT Review

13-Aug Underneath the Covers

14-Aug   Angel’s Guilty Pleasures  

15-Aug   Book Junkie

  22-Aug   Cait Jarrod

Have a fantabulous Friday!

Cheers,

Jianne