Happy New Year Everyone!

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The screen shot below of the page says it all – it’s a happy 2016 for me with Sinner now the number two book on Kindle, not just in Romance, but in ALL genres:

Best Sellers in Kindle Store

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Sinner (The Hades Squad Book 1)
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It’s definitely a night for fireworks – excuse the pun!

 

Happy New Year Everyone!

 

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Sinner Sale!

Sinner-Jianne_Carlo-200x320Sinner’s on sale for the next two days!

So I’ll give away a copy of the book to the first ten people who comment on this post!!!

For any one who reviews Sinner on Amazon—I’ll send you the rest of the series—free!

You must provide proof of the review.

Here are what the reviewer’s are saying about Sinner:

Manic Readers Reviews: She has done it again! For me, the first thing that comes to mind after reading one of Jianne Carlo’s books is WOW! I can’t get enough! And SINNER is no different.
— Victoria Lynn

Whipped Cream Reviews: SINNER…the title alone is enough to capture your attention. Yet, it’s the snarky dialogue, sexy characters, and wickedly delicious humor that make this a journey worth taking. If you’ve never read anything by the uber-fantabulous Jianne Carlo, this is an excellent story to start with.
— Fern

logo - trr top pickSo, what can I say, I loved Sinner. Whew, baby! Jianne Carlo sure knows how to make me blush. SINNER has everything I LOVE in my romance novels. The hero is deliciously alpha and utterly smitten, the heroine is strong, the story was fast-paced and interesting, and it was sexy beyond belief.

 

Have a wonderful Thor’s Day!

 

 

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:

Prymal Series to Passion

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

Satan Goodreads Giveaway!

Check out my Goodreads Giveaway for Satan, Hades Squad #5! Two days before Satan releases and you can still pre-order your copy at:

http://www.amazon.com/Satan-The-Hades-Squad-Book-ebook/dp/B00UMIRQ2U/ref=pd_sim_kstore_5?ie=UTF8&refRID=0Q8535349G8CNAEXXS6N

 

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Satan by Jianne Carlo

Satan

by Jianne Carlo

Giveaway ends April 30, 2015.

See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.

Enter to win

Have a terrific Tuesday!

And The Winner Is…

Lucifer-Jianne_Carlo-150x240My sincere thanks to everyone who participated in my Freebie Friday Contest.

Without further ado, the winner is….

*DRUM ROLL*

*CYMBAL CLASH*

DONNA!!!

Donna, please contact me at jianne@old.jiannecarlo.com to collect your prizes!

For clarity’s sake, Devil did not win Jess at a charity auction. It was an auction, yes, but in a BDSM club. Really, a charity auction in a BDSM club??? No way.

Sinner releases this Thursday – Yay! I’m so thrilled!!

Here’s a short excerpt:

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When he stepped into the kitchen, the warmth and stale food and alcohol aromas made him grimace. Satan flinched when the doorbell rang.

WTF?

Jess must’ve forgotten something.

Satan slammed the three old fashioned deadbolts that secured his backdoor and headed for the main entrance to the home that had been in his family for two generations. A quick glance at the ornate grandfather clock, a hand-made Rolex dating from the eighteenth century, in the palatial and imposing lobby confirmed his mental calculations. Five minutes to ten.

Ding, dong, ding dong.

“Hold your horses Devil,” Satan called out, shrugged the sleeves of his jacket free, and opened one side of the mahogany door.

He did a double-take.

For there, standing on the black and white patterned marble u-shaped top step, stood a striking flame-haired stranger wearing the epitome of the little black dress. She had skin that defined the word porcelain. The eyes staring at him were of an impossible hue, a true deep emerald. Her scarlet lips, the top one pouty and plump, the lower wide and generous, drained all the blood from his brain.

Satan’s groin tightened.

“Hi. I’m supposed to meet Jess Blaine here tonight.” The woman extended a bare arm. “I’m Angelica Johnson.”

On autopilot, Satan shook her hand. Static electricity crackled when their palms met, and he tensed his pelvic muscles when his cock went rigid. Not since college had he reacted so strongly to a female. “Lorcan McGillycuddy.”

A fierce jolt of deprivation hit him when she wriggled her hand free of his, and hugged her arms.

The meager gray cells still functioning had him noting the absence of a coat. He pushed the door wide, gestured for her to enter, and swept a glance down the long driveway leading to the wide porte cochere. No sign of a vehicle.

He closed the door and spun about to face her.

“It’s a tich on the quiet side.” She crinkled her nose and squeezed her eyes shut before staring right at him again. “I missed the whole thing, didn’t I? My plane was late and my cell’s dead. The limo driver offered me his, but who remembers numbers anymore? Do you live here? May I impose on you for a few minutes longer? I’m afraid I need to use your, um, bathroom.”

He wondered if she gave head. With lips like hers, it’d be a sin if she didn’t.

She grazed her fingers to his forearm. “I’m babbling, aren’t I? Um, Lorcan—the bathroom?”

He couldn’t drag his gaze from her red nails. Visions of her hands on his dick interrupted his processing of her constant stream of sentences. The bathroom.  She wanted to use his bathroom. Fuck, he’d sell his left nut for a chance to lather her generous rack. “Let me show you the way.”

With the full knowledge he had no right to do so, Satan set his hand to the small of her back. Angelica Johnson had the body of a centerfold female. Voluptuous and curvy, the stretchy onyx number she wore together with the ruby red four-inch stilettoes had him conjuring her shedding clothes to the tune of The Stripper.

A whiff of her perfume teased his nose. “Shalimar?”

She stumbled, he tightened his hold on her, and when she craned her neck to meet his gaze, the Satan in him surrendered to temptation and he brushed his lips over hers.

Her mouth parted and he slid his tongue into her heat.

She shoved at him.

Bemused, he gawked at her.

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Hope you enjoyed!

Have a merry Monday!