Valentine’s Gifts For My Readers!

heart double pinkisIt’s wonderful to begin the most romantic day of the year with gifts for some of my readers. I asked the Viking to pick three random numbers from the list of my newsletter database. Congrats to the following who won their secret decadent desire:

Tina Rucci – Chocolates

Karen Gilliam – Cherry Jelly Bellies

Lauren Seiberling – Cheese Pretzels

Karen Blue – Twizzlers

 

Tina, Lauren, and Karen, please email me at Jianne@old.jiannecarlo.com to let me know your addresses. If you’re international, we’ll work something out. (Shipping costs are prohibitive L)

For those who commented on my Love, Lust, and Laptop’s blog, the following have won:

Barbara – Notorious

Mary M. – Carnal

There were supposed to be three winners, but only Barbara and Mary M left their email addresses. If anyone cares to go back and fill in the information, I’ll pick the third winner.

Have a dreamy, sexy, Valentine’s day everyone!

 

 

Cupid’s Arrow Cover !

cupids_arrowOMG – received the cover for Cupid’s Arrow yesterday and wow! Take a look at this. Isn’t it gorgeous, lush, and sexy? I’m so thrilled. The cover is the work of the incredibly talented Georgia Woods, the driving force behind Taliesin Publishing. Not only is Georgia head of one of the most exciting debut publishers on the market – she’s also a writer, artist, and businesswoman. Not fair, huh? All that rolled into one.

Anyhoo – I now have a release date for Cupid’s Arrow – February 6, 2014. Here’s the blurb and a tiny excerpt:

Blurb:

Eli’s got the world by the short and curlies. Top salesperson for the hippest graphic technology company on the planet, starlets pursue him, directors court him, the rich and powerful befriend him. Then his boss hires the animation talent of the century, a pint-sized nymph, Stephanie Grant, and he’s flabbergasted by his reaction to her. He can’t get her out of his mind. She’s all he thinks about twenty-four-seven.

Excerpt:

“Oh, man, did I screw up.” Eli grabbed her hand when Stephanie tried to jog around him and open the door. She wriggled and squirmed when he closed his arms around her, and he tucked his face into the crook of her shoulder and neck. “I’m a complete asshole. You have every right to hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” she whispered. “I wanted to, but I couldn’t.”

I owe you one, big kahuna.

“I wish. I wish there was some way I could take that night back. I fuc—screwed up, Stephanie. Big time. You should hate me. And I just kept on mucking it up. The roses. The I’m- a-jerk serenade. I was out of my fricking mind, Stephanie. I’d just blown my only chance with the only woman who makes me feel alive.” Eli sniffed her hair, realized what he was doing, and drew back, afraid of what he’d see.

She met his gaze and a smile trembled at the corners of her lips. “Makes you feel alive?”

“Yeah.” The word cost him an entire lifetime.

“I do that?”

“Only you.” There. It was out. Declaration made.

“They call you the man with a thousand women.” She toyed with the linen square tucked into his jacket’s pocket.

“One. Only one. Only you.” His throat scratched from inside and Eli didn’t recognize his own voice.

She peeped up at him and his stomach nosedived to the earth’s fiery core.

“Okay.” Her brief smile caused his gut to wrench.

“Okay?” Up until that moment Eli didn’t realize he believed in God, because for the first time in his life, he prayed, no begged, the on his knees pleading for mercy kind of supplication of devout pilgrims, implored the universe to give him any morsel of forgiveness she could offer.

“What’s done is done. Let’s start over.”

His knees buckled and he had to lock them out to remain standing. “You’re giving me a second chance?”

Hope you enjoyed! Happy Hump Day!

Cheers,

Jianne