My Alpha’s Sexy Cover!

My_Alpha-Jianne_Carlo-500x800If you’ve read any of my books, you might have noticed I hardly ever have faces on my covers. The reason for that is I love to imagine what the character looks like. If there’s a face on the cover, there’s nothing left to the imagination. That said, I’m in lust with the guy on My Alpha’s cover. He’s exactly how I pictured my hero, Joe.

Blurb:

Susie White wants no picket fences, no alpha, and no cubs. White wolf woman she may be, but no pack for her, no sireee. Alpha me not, that’s her motto. In all caps.

Half-breed wolf Joe Huroq’s not looking for a mate. His job in international security’s too dangerous and too erratic for relationships. Stop and go screwing, that’s his motto—hot and heavy between missions.

Then he glimpses his new neighbor tanning nude and the situation explodes.

Literally. Susie’s house is consumed by fire. What’s Joe to do but offer Susie sanctuary?

Susie can’t resist the temptation of hunky bad-ass Joe. She suggests a friends with benefits arrangement, which he accepts with remarkable alacrity. The sex is frantic, steaming, and non-stop. Neither one can keep their hands off the other.

Then Joe’s best friend’s son is kidnapped on the way home from school, the fire’s deemed arson, and two other kids go missing.

A serial killer’s on the loose, and he has Susie in his sights.

Susie refuses to accept Joe’s mate claim.

Can he keep her safe when she won’t obey a single order?

Here’s how Susie sees Joe:

Susie stared at Joe. He wasn’t handsome by any conventional standards. The craggy features, the myriad faded scars above his right temple, and the crooked nose didn’t soften the harsh lines of his features but added a piratical, brooding aura that ambushed the senses—hers anyway. He wasn’t the kind of man to do anything by halves, not Joe Huroq, and he was giving her fair warning, big-time. Whatever was going to happen between them would be temporary…and exciting. Gawd, all her woman parts were on overdrive.

What do you prefer – face or no face?

Merry Monday!

Cheers,

What Characteristics MUST a Male Hero have?

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A few fellow authors and I are having a heated discussion about heroes and personality. Personally, I’m of the firm opinion that a male hero doesn’t have to be a drop-dead gorgeous. I’m not a fan of pretty boys. My tastes run to rugged, and kind of scruffy like Tommy Lee Jones, Harrison Ford,  but I must admit I find those Hemsworth brothers absolutely delish.

At any rate, we couldn’t decide on a single common trait, so we thought to ask you, as readers, your opinion. Here are the characteristics we agreed upon—vote for your MUST haves in a hero below. Feel free to add others and have fun with this!

The Hottest Christmas List Around! Win a Diamond Necklace & Other Prizes!

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To celebrate our LLL giveaway, I’m choosing my characters from Satan, Hades Squad #5, Satan and Angel – their names couldn’t be more appropriate, right?

Check out the beautiful prizes, and don’t forget to comment on the Love, Lust, and Laptops Blog!

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Satan and Angel hookup two days before Christmas and decide to spend the holiday together. Angel discovers from a mutual friend that Satan hates Christmas and begins to dread agreeing to sharing the day with him.

Here’s what happens when Angel arrives at Satan’s home:

Forty-five minutes later, Angel geared down to guide her recently rented Audi RS 7 onto the I-495 exit ramp. Snow started falling just as she reached the entrance to Satan’s long driveway.

To her surprise, he was leaning against his front door waiting for her.

She braked, switched off the engine, and unsnapped her seatbelt. He opened the door and without a second of hesitation she flew into his arms. God he smelled so mouth-watering.

He caught her chin, and they stared at each other. “Angel. It suits you.”

“Satan. It suits you.” She grinned at him. “It seemed too trite—you know Angel and Satan hooking up.”

“That all you have?” He inclined his head to the carry-on lying on the passenger seat.

“Well, I could’ve packed more, but I have this feeling that whatever I wear won’t be worn for long.”

“Smart woman.” He flicked the tip of her nose, twined their fingers together, reached across the driver’s seat, and grabbed her luggage.

“Hungry?” He opened the front door and ushered her in.

She glanced over her shoulder at him. “More munchy than hungry. Why?”

“Turn around. I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” She frowned at him before whirling around.

Her jaw sagged. For there right in the curve of the grand staircase stood a gigantic Douglas Fir. The strap of her purse slipped down her arm to her wrist.

“Like it?” He stood behind her, his hands cupping her shoulders.

Tears brimmed, and she was too choked up for words, so she nodded. She covered his fingers with hers. “It’s beautiful, but Jess told me you hate Christmas and never celebrate the holidays.”

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Angel pivoted, looked right at him, and toyed with the stubble darkening his chin. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Trust me. I don’t ever do anything I don’t want to. Thought it might be fun to decorate it and you. Have this vision of wrapping bows around strategic body parts and then un-wrapping them one by one.” He winked at her.

“Oh my. Wicked, wicked, Satan. That’s a perfectly delish idea. Do we start now?”

And here are their Christmas Lists for Each Other:
Angel’s List:
New Yorker Christmas Edition for the year of Satan’s birth
Blow Job

Satan’s List:
Tiffany Christmas Angel
Sexy as sin black lingerie
BDSM Blindfold & Cuffs


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Mix Satan, a retired SEAL, and Angel, a stunning redhead talk show host a stunning redhead talk show host on a mission for vengeance, an explosive attraction, and terrorists.

But when the truth comes out and Angel goes missing, will scorching desire be enough to burn away the distrust and bind them together forever?

 

For the Hottest Christmas List Around giveaway, I’m giving away three prizes: an e-copy of Sinner, Manhandled, and Prymal Lust (3 separate prizes). Just leave a comment on this blog. Remember, every day until December 18th, you could win a prize. All you have to do is read and then comment on the posts each day. The winners will be randomly selected on December 19th.

Here’s a list of authors and prizes:

Belinda McBride      Bad Angels books in E-format (3 books; 1 prize)

Emilia Mancini         Seducing Kate in E-format

Jianne Carlo           Manhandled, Sinner, and Prymal Lust in E-formats (3 prizes)

KaLyn Cooper         Cancun Series in E-format (3 books; 1 prize)

Lynn Lorenz            E-book and jewelry (1 prize)

Robin Danner        Bound and Christmas Spirits in E-format (2 prizes)

Sara Daniel             Captivating the CEO in E-format and One Night with the Bridal Party print anthology – US only for the print prize (2 prizes)

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.

Annie Anthony         One Exquisite Night in E-format and 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. (2 prizes)

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Diamond Necklace

And the Grand Prize: a Diamond Necklace.

Check out the beautiful picture, and don’t forget to comment on the Love, Lust, and Laptops Blog!

Happy Holidays!

 

Halloween Giveaway and The Romance Studio’s Spookalooza!

 

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From October 24 to 31st I’ll be parting with The Romance Studio at their annual Spookalooza Event! (whoever coined the name deserves a creative genius prize!)

First and foremost, The Love, Lust, and Laptops sizzling Halloween anthology, LOVE IN THE CARDS, is available FREE!

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Blurb:

A mysterious invitation…

Dacre House. A decadent Garden District mansion on Halloween night. Some are here to work, some to play, but all are here for a reason. Will old lovers reunite? Ancient conflicts be forgiven? Can strangers enter the house alone and leave as mates? How valuable is a friendship? What would they do to keep–or lose–a job? The answers are in the cards.

Ten naughty stories of love and lust from the ladies of Love, Lust, and Laptops.

The Jack of Hearts
The Three of Cups
Two of Wands
The Two of Cups
The Star
The Strength of a Lion
Judgement Day
Empress
The Wheel of Fortune
The Lovers

Here’s an excerpt from the first tale (just so happens to be mine *smirk*:

The Jack of Hearts:

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Ricco stared out the open window and willed Kata to walk through the gate.

He wouldn’t lose his mate twice.

Seth had won Kata once, but he was long dead and buried, and all bets and rules were off.

The gas lamp hanging from an iron post just inside the award-winning front garden of Dacre House highlighted the raven-blue woven into the fibers on the black hood and long cloak Kata wore. The cape swirled around her ankles, and the ancient iron creaked in a drawn out protest when she shoved the gate open.

He tracked her steps and inhaled the musk of her desire mingled with the night-blooming jasmine. He hadn’t been certain she’d come after their confrontation earlier today.

Kata climbed the stairs, her feet dragging as if she was about to put her neck on the guillotine block.

Ricco’s mouth watered. His canines tingled and his gums ached with the need to claim.

The door opened and the attendant said, “Card.”

Her graceful fingers reached under the cloak, and she opened her hand to display half of a torn tarot card. The half that matched his, the Jack of Hearts.

“Third floor. Last door on the left. Stairs are straight ahead.” The doorman hooked a thumb over his shoulder.

“I don’t understand.”

The man growled, “Those were my orders for anyone with that card. You in or out?”

For long moments Kata remained quiet.

Scenting fear tangled with her mounting excitement, Ricco waited, his fists clenched. If necessary, he’d reveal his other half of the invitation―and his identity―and drag her up to the prepared attic room.

Her face reflected indecision for a brief moment, but then she squared her shoulders and let the card drop into the servant’s outstretched hand.

Ricco sighed his relief, and his knitted neck muscles relaxed.

Kata sidled past the doorman.

Ricco splayed his fingers wide and rotated both wrists. He withdrew into a shadowed corner and, being capable of both place and form shifting, transported to the lair he’d prepared earlier. Dacre House required signed contracts from all participants before renting out a room for BDSM activities and said contract had shed a glaring spotlight on Kata’s secret fantasies.

He’d worked off most of his fury in the ring after overhearing Kata’s conversation with her BFF, Shauna, earlier.

It had taken all his willpower to leave Kata alone after Seth died. He’d signed up for another tour in Afghanistan to avoid the daily temptation of being around her. If only he had followed his instincts and teleported back often to keep an eye on her. But, no, he curled his lips. He had to be fucking honorable and give her space.

Tough titties. No more space.

Not once had he imagined Kata fantasized about bondage and submission.

***

Want to read more??? Simply click on the cover above or the link below—it’s FREE!

http://www.amazon.com/Love-Cards-Becca-Jameson-ebook/dp/B00GCRF61I/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top?ie=UTF8

Merry Monday,

*Warning* Love in the Cards includes bondage, bdsm, and m/m as well as m/f tales.

Dark Chocolate Side of the Moon, Book #1 of the Lucky in Red Series Now Available!

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The three sexy Lobos brothers, Max, Diego, and Antonio, find love in the Lucky in Red paranormal series! Nothing like owning the only dry cleaning place in Sleeping Dog, Texas-especially when a sexy woman walks in with a chocolate-stained red dress! Dark Chocolate Sid of the Moon, the first book in the Lucky in Red Series is now Available!

Buy Links:

Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Dark-Chocolate-Side-Moon-Lucky-ebook/dp/B0153POKW0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1441798206&sr=1-1&keywords=dark+chocolate+side+of+the+moon

ARe:

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-darkchocolatesideofthemoon-1885647-149.html

Kobo:

https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/dark-chocolate-side-of-the-moon-1

Here’s more from Dark Chocolate Side of the Moon:

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“Um.” Candi licked her lips again, and a powerful surge of greed consumed the few rational shreds left in Max’s primitive brain. His cock strained the confines of the worn denim jeans he wore and blood raced to his thickening erection. He needed inside her so badly his fingernails lengthened portending his wolf transformation.

“I, um, I—my dress is stained.” She rushed the words out and a deep, rosy hue rode her high cheekbones. She fumbled with the green-and-white bag she carried, and a swath of scarlet spandex thudded onto the counter.

Entranced by the blush cascading across her slender neck, and the rapid-fire pulse leaping in the center of her collarbone, Max had to force his attention to the red fabric.

Jesus fricking H Christ.

Max’s jaw dropped at the sight of the I-want-it-hard-and-fast spandex ruby slip of material that the term dress barely described. Thin spaghetti straps plunged to a V so deep her belly button would show, and the sheath wouldn’t hide a flaw, the fabric was so elastic.

A dark splotch the shade of a muddy Texas creek covered the lower front of the dress. Max’s nose quivered as he inhaled the aroma of rich, dark chocolate touched with a hint of spearmint. Another aroma, unfamiliar, but unmistakably male, hit his nose. Saliva coated his tongue, and his testicles slammed into his perineum. Some man had touched her, tried to claim her. Up until today he’d never scented another male on anything belonging to her.

Max battled for control, flexing his fingers and taking a deep breath before he snarled, “What is it?”

“Chocolate.” She patted the side of her head, and lo and behold thin wisps of golden hair coasted onto her cheek.

“What kind?”

“Does it matter?”

“I need to know the ingredients.” He rolled his shoulders, attempting to ease his tension and slow his rising temper. “If you want the stain removed.”

She bent her head, and a swath of long brown lashes cast twin shadows on her pinkening skin. Fumbling in the cloth bag, she withdrew a long tube and placed it on the counter.

“Kama Sutra Edible Body Chocolate,” Max read the label aloud. “You wore this? Miss Butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth iceberg wore edible body chocolate?”

“I’m not an iceberg,” she muttered. “And you’d know that if you ever bothered to start a conversation instead of scowling at me every time I enter this place. If there were another decent dry cleaner in town, believe me, I wouldn’t come here with this. As it is, I almost drove to Houston, which is hundreds of miles away, just to avoid your disapproval. You’re always so smug and judgmental.”

“Smug and judgmental?” Max barked. “You’ve no idea.” He vaulted over the counter.

She stumbled backward.

“What’re you doing?” she squeaked when her spine met the far wall.

“Not half as much as we’re going to be doing real soon.” Max slapped his palms on the plastered brick. He widened his stance, caging in her head and feet, and jammed his pelvis to her body. “Feel that?”

He ground his steel-hard boner over her mound. “That feel judgmental to you?”

“No,” she gasped. “I mean yes. I mean. I don’t know what I mean.”

“Um.” She licked her lips again, and a powerful surge of greed consumed the few rational shreds left in his primitive brain. His cock strained the confines of the worn denim jeans he wore and blood raced to his thickening erection.

“I, um, I—my dress is stained.” She rushed the words out and a deep, rosy hue rode her high cheekbones. She fumbled with the green-and-white bag she carried, and a swath of scarlet spandex thudded onto the counter.

Entranced by the blush cascading across her slender neck, and the rapid-fire pulse leaping in the center of her collarbone, Max had to force his attention to the red fabric.

Jesus fricking H Christ.

Max’s jaw dropped at the sight of the I-want-it-hard-and-fast spandex ruby slip of material that the term dress barely described. Thin spaghetti straps plunged to a V so deep her belly button would show, and the sheath wouldn’t hide a flaw, the fabric was so elastic.

A dark splotch the shade of a muddy Texas creek covered the lower front of the dress. Max’s nose quivered as he inhaled the aroma of rich, dark chocolate touched with a hint of spearmint. Another aroma, unfamiliar, but unmistakably male, hit his nose. Saliva coated his tongue, and his testicles slammed into his perineum. Some man had touched her, tried to claim her. Up until today he’d never scented another male on anything belonging to her.

Max battled for control, flexing his fingers and taking a deep breath before he snarled, “What is it?”

“Chocolate.” She patted the side of her head, and lo and behold thin wisps of golden hair coasted onto her cheek.

“What kind?”

“Does it matter?”

“I need to know the ingredients.” He rolled his shoulders, attempting to ease his tension and slow his rising temper. “If you want the stain removed.”

She bent her head, and a swath of long brown lashes cast twin shadows on her pinkening skin. Fumbling in the cloth bag, she withdrew a long tube and placed it on the counter.

“Kama Sutra Edible Body Chocolate,” Max read the label aloud. “You wore this? Miss Butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth iceberg wore edible body chocolate?”

“I’m not an iceberg,” she muttered. “And you’d know that if you ever bothered to start a conversation instead of scowling at me every time I enter this place. If there were another decent dry cleaner in town, believe me, I wouldn’t come here with this. As it is, I almost drove to Houston, which is hundreds of miles away, just to avoid your disapproval. You’re always so smug and judgmental.”

“Smug and judgmental?” Max barked. “You’ve no idea.” He vaulted over the counter.

She stumbled backward.

“What’re you doing?” she squeaked when her spine met the far wall.

“Not half as much as we’re going to be doing real soon.” Max slapped his palms on the plastered brick. He widened his stance, caging in her head and feet, and jammed his pelvis to her body. “Feel that?”

He ground his steel-hard boner over her mound. “That feel judgmental to you?”

“No,” she gasped. “I mean yes. I mean. I don’t know what I mean.”

~~~

Hope you enjoyed this teaser!

Happy Hump Day-uh!