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!

Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Manhandled-Wind-Dancer-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01836GW5O/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1449157887&sr=8-1&keywords=manhandled+by+jianne+carlo

http://www.amazon.com/Notorious-Wind-Dancer-Book-2-ebook/dp/B0184EP9VI/ref=pd_sim_sbs_351_1?ie=UTF8&dpID=51GpxmlhWDL&dpSrc=sims&preST=_AC_UL160_SR100%2C160_&refRID=0YP3ERNW1AF4B75AJPM1

http://www.amazon.com/Carnal-Wind-Dancer-Book-3-ebook/dp/B0184CLDJC/ref=pd_sim_sbs_351_2?ie=UTF8&dpID=51RR1r2YMvL&dpSrc=sims&preST=_AC_UL160_SR100%2C160_&refRID=1Y70H055SXF75FB1HGBH

ARe:

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-manhandled-1937843-149.html

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-notorious-1937845-149.html

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-carnal-1937842-149.html

B&N:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1123054439?ean=2940158042355

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1123054443?ean=2940158042393

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1123054437?ean=2940158042324

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.

Tag Line:
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:

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“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?”

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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:

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“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.

Submerged.

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

Naked.

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!

 

Manhandled, Wind Dancer Book One!

Manhandled, the first book in my contemporary series—Wind Dancer—releases in 4 weeks! And I have a cover. And oh yum, what a fricking cover!

Check this out my peeps!

The Wind Dancer Series:

Take a group of drop-dead hunky, ex-military men. Give them a luxury yacht—Wind Dancer—in the Mediterranean. Add women from different cultures, India, Hong Kong, and Haiti. Enjoy the wild, erotic ride when three sultry females and tangle with three dangerous men.

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Manhandled Blurb:

Rolan Paxton, the Boston Buffalos’ celebrated wide receiver, dominates the football world for twelve years. Fame, fortune falls into his lap. He rides the rainbow, collecting championship game wins and women.

Sarita never thought she’d see Rolan again. Notre Dame recruited him two days after prom, two days after he took her virginity. What are the odds of her son’s father chartering the luxury yacht she’s crewing for twelve years later? And that he still makes her burn like he did on prom night?

Sarita wants Rolan, but she wants her independence.

Rolan’s a control freak bent on domination. Determined to master Sarita, Rolan slaps on the manacles—and turns this trip to Monaco into a pleasure cruise.

 

Here’s a few Tantalizing Quips From Manhandled:

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“I don’t have a dad, right. It’s not the end of the world.”

Surely she hadn’t thought…no, she had thought it was a one-night stand.

“He’s mine. I raised him. You were only there for the conception.”

“He’s mine,” he roared and shot to his feet.

“You leave my mom alone. If you hurt her, I’ll hurt you.”

“Isn’t this just dandy? We’re already dysfunctional, and the family nucleus is in its infancy.”

“I took your virginity with all the finesse of a stampeding bull

“He’s my dad, isn’t he? You lied to me.”

Sarita stepped onto the deck and into an episode of rich and famous reality TV.

He was licentious, not her.

Who the hell was he to judge her?

Sarita did a little stripper’s sway.

Again,” he commanded. “Make that sexy noise again.”

“My fingers stay exactly where they are until I catch a second wind.”

“Right now, all I want to do is bring you off again.”

“I think I’m actually jealous of my fingers.”

“It’ll fit, Sarita. Just a matter of priming you first.”

“Rolan? You made up for that night.”

“Hell, I was having a hard time staying hard until I saw you.”

“Because you flaunt those titties.”

“You had little cupcakes. Where the hell did those tits come from?”

“Geoff wants to marry Mom. He’s got a castle, he’s rich, and he’ll take care of Mom.”

“Because he’s my son, and I’m proud of him.”

“You’re like a bulldozer, Rolan.”

“You think I’m a man-whore—”

“I’m not the ass I was three years ago.”

“I love your wickedly talented mouth.”

“How can you even think of food after that?”

“Because, Sarita honey, you’re dessert. And that’s my favorite course.”

“I didn’t agree to this.”

“But you did, right after we had dessert last night

“I can do things with a lobster that’d make your head spin

“I want to save that for our wedding night

“I want to savor this and go real slow

“Wrap your legs around my back. Hang on tight.”

“You’re so juicy and hot.”

“Tonight, we’re going to use both of these toys.”

Sex toys? Manacles? Blindfolds?

“Are you commando?”

“You’re afraid that you’ll like whatever I dish out, aren’t you?”

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Hope you like!

Have a marvelous Monday!

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!