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.”

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Hope you enjoyed this teaser!

Happy Hump Day-uh!

 

 

Dark Chocolate Side of The Moon, Lucky in Red, & Sleeping Dog Texas!

Next Tuesday, September 8, 2015, Loose-Id releases Dark Chocolate Side of The Moon, my sexy paranormal set in Sleeping Dog, Texas – Snoopy Dancing!

Dark Chocolate Side of the Moon is the first book in the Lucky in Red series, and the two others are Dos Lunas by Belinda McBride, and Red Velvet Moon by Lynn Lorenz. These are the stories of the Lobos brothers, Max, Diego, and Antonio.

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Blurb:

Sleeping Dog, Texas, has its share of secrets and the three Lobos brothers own the biggest of them all. They’re werewolves who own a dry cleaning business. But when a woman steps into each man’s life, each with her own badly stained red dress, fantasies will be fulfilled, barriers broken and secrets told.

Werewolf Maximillian Lobos likes his women overripe, luscious and curvy, and spitting-fire passionate.  Prim and proper Candi Wagner is so not his type, yet when he discovers she wears chocolate body paint, his testosterone levels careen off the planet.

Trouble is Candi doesn’t understand what being claimed means, doesn’t get that weres mate for life, doesn’t believe weres even exist. Lucky for Max she’s natural sub and he soon has her handled. Or does he?

 

Here’s a short excerpt to jet-smokin’-start your Labor Day Holiday weekend!

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Maximilian Julio Lobos knew before the brass bell hanging from the door of his family’s dry cleaning business dinged that the mysterious C. Wagner—the woman who zinged every one of his five wolf senses and then some—had entered the premises. Her spicy scent wrapped around his flesh, seeped into his pores, coursed through his arteries and veins. His heart pumped faster, and the drum of lust battered his brain.

Six months.

It’d been six arduous months since she first appeared in Sleeping Dog, Texas. For one hundred and eighty-one days he’d been unable to focus on any other female. For four thousand, three hundred and forty-four hours, okay maybe fifty-two counting this morning, he’d fought the instinctive knowledge that prim and proper Ms. C. Wagner was his mate.

A human mate.

Couldn’t the fates have found him a wolf mate?

She cleared her throat.

Shifting his gaze from the Excel spreadsheet into which he’d been entering an adjusted five-year cash flow projection, Max studied the  regal features of the five foot-six inch slender woman whose visage and porcelain complexion could’ve graced the cover of an elite fashion magazine. She was so not his type.

Max liked his females overripe, luscious and curvy, and spitting-fire passionate.

Not a single strand of C. Wagner’s perfect waist-length blonde locks dared stray from the confines of her high ponytail. She returned his stare without flinching, not an eyelash flickered, but her grip on the cloth bag she carried tightened, the flesh covering her long fingers paling at the knuckles.

He wanted to muss her up, get her wild and flustered, smear the cherry lipstick off her mouth, rip the brown band out of her hair, tear the unisex white blouse apart, and have her panting and begging and kneeling in front of him.

“Good morning.” She wet the corner of her upper lip with the pink tip of her tongue.

Miss Prim-and-Proper swallowed a couple of times, and he glimpsed a thin sheen of sweat on her temples. Max did a double take. She was nervous. Miss Nothing-fazes-me was fricking nervous.

“What can I do for you today?” Where can I do you today? How many times? How many positions? Doggie-style? Backed against the wall? Knees dangling from the counter?

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Hope that got your juices going!

Have a great Labor Day Holiday Weekend 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

Prymal Passion Q&A and Giveaway at The Romance Reviews

Prymal_Passion-Jianne_Carlo-200x320The Romance Reviews is celebrating their third Anniversary!

Check out my Q&A at The Romance Reviews:

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And you can win a free copy of Prymal Passion!

Here’s a list of the amazing prizes The Romance Reviews is giving away:

First Prize:$100 Gift Certificate and ebook

Ebook sponsored by: Vagabondage Press: The Vicar of Wrynbury by Nancy Moore (ebook)


Second Prize: 
$70 Gift Certificate and ebook

Ebook sponsored by: Vagabondage Press: Undiscovered Country by J.M. Beal (ebook)

Third Prize: Gift Certificate, Ebook and Print books (US/Canada only): $10 GC sponsored by: Loose Id

Ebook sponsored by: Vagabondage Press: Emma Jean’s Bad Behavior by Charlotte Rains Dixon (ebook)
Print books sponsored by: XOXO After Dark:
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Have a terrific Tuesday!

 

Release Day for Sinner, Lucifer, and Prymal Passion!

I’ve never had three books release in one day and it sure wasn’t supposed to be timed this way, but Prymal Passion, Sinner, AND Lucifer are all available now!

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Aren’t the covers yummy? Click on each cover to go to the Amazon link.

As an FYI, Sinner and Lucifer are re-releases (formerly A Paratrooper in a Pear Tree & Lucifer’s Choice). Both have been re-edited and updated with new material. Sinner introduces three new characters, Volac, Jinn, and Nikar.

I submitted Satan yesterday and the editing process has begun! I love that I was able to set this book in Trinidad (where I grew up) AND during Carnival time. Angel Dare, my heroine is a Trini, and I had absolute fun incorporating Trini-isms, like ‘liming’ and ‘more-ish’ into the story.

Yesterday morning, I wrote the first chapter of Prymal Hunger, Kydd Kolton’s tale. This one promises to be great fun! Poor Kydd’s not going to know what hit him!

If anyone feels like helping me get the word out and tweeting about these, go for it! Or reviewing after you’ve read him on Amazon, ARe, Goodreads–that would be awesome!

Happy Thor’s Day!

Cheers,

Jianne