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Jianne Carlo signing back in *hello again* & Viking Hammer Release Contest Details
Had to attend to the day job for a bit there, but I’m back now until 6.
I’ll be checking all comments and contest entrants after midnight. Thought this might be a good time to reiterate the details of the contest I’m running for today’s release party:
PRIZES:
eCopy of Vengeance Hammer
$10.00 Amazon Gift Card
HOW TO ENTER:
Answer the question at the end of each of my posts and leave your email address in the comment. Please put NO in the comment if you do not want to receive new release announcements from me.
If you comment on my website not only will you get an extra entry in the contest, but you’ll be entered in TWO other contests: CALIENTE BLOG HOP CONTEST & my FIREWORKS FOR A KINDLE FIRE CONTEST ON MY WEBSITE – details at:
Winners will be announced, May 13 2013, on my website, on my Facebook Author Page, and via Twitter. Winners are required to contact me, either at jianne@jiannecarlo.com or by leaving a comment on my blog, within 5 days of announcement or the prize will be forfeit and another winner chosen.
Have fun!
Cheers,
Jianne
Jianne Carlo’s Viking Hammer Release Contest Details
Aaargh – please forgive me. I took a shortcut early this morning and copied a contest post from last August, Unfortunately I forgot to change the prize. Here are the corrected contest details for today’s release party:
PRIZES:
eCopy of Vengeance Hammer
$10.00 Amazon Gift Card
HOW TO ENTER:
Answer the question at the end of each of my posts and leave your email address in the comment. Please put NO in the comment if you do not want to receive new release announcements from me.
If you comment on my website not only will you get an extra entry in the contest, but you’ll be entered in TWO other contests: CALIENTE BLOG HOP CONTEST & my FIREWORKS FOR A KINDLE FIRE CONTEST ON MY WEBSITE – details at:
Winners will be announced, May 13 2013, on my website, on my Facebook Author Page, and via Twitter. Winners are required to contact me, either at jianne@jiannecarlo.com or by leaving a comment on my blog, within 5 days of announcement or the prize will be forfeit and another winner chosen.
Have fun!
Cheers,
Jianne
Saying Goodbye and Contest Winners!
Wow, it’s that time, huh?
These days flew by but me and the muses enjoyed it immensely
Why not giveaway the prizes now?
The copy of ILEP and the 5GC is Colleen
The copy of Mon Frere My True Love goes to Laurie
Sydney wins one of the copies of One Shot which means there’s another up for grabs!
I’ll give it a night then pick the winner from THIS post or from the list!
Thanks so much for stopping by with great comments and hope to see you soon!
BLMorticia is currently a published writer with Naughty Nights Press and Rebel Ink Press. She entertains her readers with hot and smexy sex, humor, and lots of swear words. She attempts to incorporate metal music or the military in most of her works. Nothin’ sexier than metalheads or military servicemen and women! She also writes a biweekly column on Blak Rayne Books and blogs on the First Thursday of the month at NNP Blog. For more info, please visit, Erotica With Snark
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My last Post!
My wekend is coming to a close and what a wonderful Party this has been thanks to TRS:)
I am going to post a couple more excerpts, I hope you will enjoy the stories and take advantage of the sale at Coffee Time Romance Bookstore: for the books I’ve put up on the bookstore,.20% off my books is what you receive at the Coffee Time Romance Bookstore.Do you know that CTR have been around nearly as I have been on the net 
I used to give my book for free on the internet, I’d send out so many chapters at a time to the people that signed up. It is hard to realize how long ago that was.
Please enter the contest to get one of my books for free by making a comment on the posting.. I just love to send my books our to someone who has not experienced my writing style
Don’t forget to post a comment
Jewel Adams
Make sure to Comment and Enter for a book Win!
Hi everyone, I wanted to make sure and remind you to comment on my postings to be entered to win one of my books. Just click my name to go to all of them.
Oh and don’t forget to go to my new website and enter the contest there!
Big Cheer to TRS for the Stay at Home Party!
Jewel Adams
http://www.author-jeweladams.com
Excerpt: Loving Him / DeRiccin / MM Contemp
| Title | Loving Him |
| Author | Diana DeRicci |
| ISBN# | 978-1-60820-7169 (ebook) $6.99 |
| Release Date | October 2012 |
| Cover Artist | Winterheart Designs |
| Page Count: | 176 pg, 57,000 words |
| Heat Rating: | moderate |
| Categories: | contemporary |
Publisher
Amazon
All Romance
B&N
Blurb
Hunter is on a solo-man honeymoon. Sam is on a belated graduation trip to paradise. Deciding getting drunk together beats doing it while across the bar from each other, Sam offers a brotherly shoulder of understanding when he learns just why Hunter is in paradise alone.
A friendship blooms in a perfect tropical playground where both can enjoy the adventures waiting for them. Unfortunately, Sam soon learns their friendship can be far more than he bargained for when his feelings begin to have a say in it all. Hunter is a great friend, but falling in love with a straight man never works. The most he can expect is the memories he plans to cherish.
Except Hunter may have something to say about that.
Publisher
Amazon
All Romance
B&N
REVIEWS:
5 of 5 from Talking Two Lips
The emotional angst in this book kept me reading and wanting more. There is some really hot man love to keep you interested too, but the story of discovery and finding home is what will make this a book for my keeper shelf. ~~ Tina
http://www.twolipsreviews.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=8368&Itemid=36
EXCERPT:
Chapter One
The gentle lap of the sea was a simple background to the sound of chatter and glasses being moved and filled. Laughter happened in bursts from the surrounding tables on the patio and deck. The scents of sun-heated sand and salt water were strong, but after the three days Sam had already been there, he’d grown used to them. The sun had set and the torches had been lit, giving a romantic glow to the few walls, which was lost on him.
Sam watched the blond hunk from across the bar, a sad state of entertainment, in reality. It was the third night Sam had seen the same guy, in the same spot, on the same stool, doing the exact same thing. Sitting there, sulking, and rolling a gold band between his fingers. The guy drank until he could barely walk, then slithered back to his room to vanish until the next afternoon. Considering they were supposed to be in the decadence of the Pacific, it was utterly sad both of them were doing essentially the exact same shit. Drinking themselves drunk to pass the time until they had to return to real world bullshit.
Sam couldn’t take it anymore.
He motioned to the bartender, bringing him closer. “What’s he been drinking?” He hooked his chin in the other man’s direction.
“Whiskey sours.”
“Okay, set him up.”
“You got it.”
Like the bartender cared one way or the other. The beauty of All-Inclusive, he guessed. He sometimes forgot that. Sam drew a breath, slid off his stool, and approached the big blond. Quietly, he took the empty stool at his side and nodded when the fresh drink appeared in front of the silent, brooding guy.
The guy at his shoulder apparently noticed the fresh drink even if he didn’t care about the body invading his private space. “I didn’t order this.”
“I did. Seemed a waste to sit and drink alone in the same damn bar.”
Blondie grunted. “I guess.” He drew it close, gulped a bit then set it down. “Thanks.”
“I’m Sam Rooney.” He held out a hand, waiting.
“Hunter Reece.” A firm handshake. What Sam hadn’t expected was the frisson of energy sparking in his palm. He held no illusions the man next to him was straight. The slip in his libido wasn’t even a tick on Hunter’s radar.
That was fine. Sam wasn’t looking for a hook up or sex. He was, plainly put, sick of being alone every day.
All. Damned. Day.
Decadence had gotten old after the first thirty-six hours.
Sam sipped liquor through his straw, absorbing the pungent coconut milk and rum like a sponge. He was getting good at it, too.
Hunter tapped the broad gold band on the bar, palming the drink in his other hand. A moment later, he practically drained the refilled glass without breathing.
“Wow. Your liver is going to hate you.”
Hunter only shrugged. “What’s one more?”
Sam shifted on his seat. He slid off his flip-flops to settle his bare heels on the cool stretch bar of the stool, ready for the long haul. “Okay, what happened?”
Hunter gave him a sideways glower. “Don’t want to talk about it.”
“Well, getting drunk as a skunk every night is doing wonders for you, too.” He lifted his own drink and toasted Hunter. Propping himself on the bumper of the bar with an elbow, he waited Hunter out. It wasn’t like he had anything exciting lined up.
“Shit.” Hunter hissed. Then he bottomed out the drink. He waggled the empty glass and requested a fresh one. “She walked out two days before the wedding.”
He winced. “Fuck. So you’re on a one-man honeymoon?”
Hunter sucked the last drops from the glass as the bartender prepped his newest, then shook himself like a dog coming out of the rain. “Yeah.”
“That truly sucks.”
“That’s only half of it,” Hunter griped. With a little lubrication and an apparent welcoming ear, it seemed he was very willing to purge, whether he had wanted to or not. “She ran off with a friend’s brother.”
Sam groaned. How cliché. “Please tell me he wasn’t the best man.”
Hunter ran a finger under his lip, contemplating his drink. “No, just a friend.”
“Who now is on the shoot to kill list, I take it?”
He rolled a beefy shoulder in answer. “I don’t give a shit. I really don’t.” He twisted to stare dubiously at Sam. “She gave the worst goddamned head on the planet. I’m more glad we didn’t actually go through with it now, but it sucks that we got this far at all.” He said it like he should have known better. He sucked on his drink, playing with an ice cube before crunching it to swallow it down. “I wanted to think love was love, it would someday be wonderful. The sex would rock my world.” He huffed a disillusioned curse. “It’s all make-believe. There is no such thing. It’s a Hallmark sales ploy. Shoulda listened to Dad,” he muttered, taking another drink.
Sam didn’t think so, but he wasn’t going to argue semantics with Hunter. He wasn’t in the frame of mind to believe it.
TERMS OF SURRENDER: Riveting Story of Powerful Love
ORANGE ROSE AWARD FINALIST!
TERMS OF SURRENDER by LORRIE FARRELLY
The War Between the States not only destroyed all Michael Cantrell loved, it left the former cavalry officer without faith or hope, a solitary, haunted man trying to escape his demons in the vast western frontier. Then, one spring day along the Wind River, he finds himself suddenly in the thick of another life-and-death struggle – Annie Devlin’s war.
Desperate to hang on to her ranch and her life, waylaid by gunmen hired by a powerful rancher who covets her land, Annie and her young brother, Robbie, fight a furious, rapidly losing battle for their lives.
When all seems lost, into the fray steps a cold-eyed, steel-nerved stranger – Michael Cantrell – who saves Annie and Robbie, but is himself grievously wounded.
With Annie’s care, Michael recovers not only his strength but a portion of his embittered soul as well. Fighting his powerful feelings for her, convinced he has nothing to give, Michael determines to stay with the Devlins only long enough to ensure their safety against the treachery that would destroy them.
Reluctantly, Michael, who for years has known only loss, allies himself with a stubborn, courageous young woman who will take his heart by storm and test the limit of his honor, his mettle – and his passion.
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Jewel Adams’ Postings and Contests
I am pretty sure these are all my postings through tonight
I will give away an ebook of each book I post an excerpt on so make sure and make a comment on the post to enter the drawing. If you can’t post than please email me, my addy is on my website: www.author-jeweladams.com and do go to the website and please enter my contest for the new website. I will be giving away two autographed print books, Do You Believe in Magic? and Ice Maiden.
Enjoy the reads!
Jewel Adams
Pauline Baird Jones – Tour Stop #1
Sunset Near Myrtle Grove, Plaquemines Parish, LA Copyright by WyoJones. All rights reserved. Used with permission.
Since the sun will just be coming up where I am, I thought I’d start the tour with this lovely photo of a Louisiana sunrise. The hubs has this to say about this photograph:
“I figured out a long time ago I liked to fish because I liked being outdoors and seeing scenes like this. Now I no longer take a pole, just a camera and a tripod. My son on the other hand is a born fisherman…he takes a pole. And if he hadn’t made me take him fishing, I would have missed this shot.”
Do you like to meet the sunrise or do you hide from it?
Perilously yours,
Pauline
A quirky artist must unravel her parent’s secret past before the mob erases her future. But will the protection of a handsome homicide detective be her only hope of surviving the Big Easy?
Nell Whitby is starting over in New Orleans, meeting with a publisher for her children’s book, sketching tourists in the French Quarter, and leaving the tragic death of her parents behind. When a handsome detective asks her for a date, her fresh start seems perfect…until a dangerous family secret bubbles up from the past and puts her life in jeopardy.
The oldest of thirteen children, detective Alex Baker has two goals in life: solve murders and avoid anyone under the age of ten. That is, until the day the quirky children’s book author foils a carjacking, becomes a target for the mob, and makes his libido sit up and reconsider the whole no-kids thing. If he doesn’t protect her, she’ll be the next body to turn up in his homicide investigation.
As bullets start to fly, Nell can’t resist her sexy bodyguard or ignore her past, and Alex must protect the irresistible kid-magnet who has them both in the crosshairs.
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Valentine’s Special by Elizabeth Jewell
I’m new to Shara’s group of miscreants, although I’ve known Shara and Teeka for a long time. This is my first Shara Azod LLC title, and I think it’s the first m/m Shara’s published. Therefore I am a special snowflake and you should be extra nice to me. 
My story is Valentine’s Special, but you can still read it after Valentine’s Day. It’s about Dallon, a Dom who wants to walk on the other side, and how he gets his wish.
EXCERPT:
The wait wasn’t long, by Dallon’s watch, but it seemed like hours. When the door finally creaked, signaling it was about to open, he fairly leapt out of his skin.
The man who entered was large—an inch or two taller than Dallon—and bulky. He wore all black, from the tight jeans encasing his legs to the mask covering the upper half of his face. It was hard to make out details in the half dark. Dallon saw light glint off the man’s eyes, off a button on the dark shirt. He wore gloves.
“Can we turn on a light?” Dallon asked in the tone he used that wasn’t really a question.
But the man seemed impervious to Dallon’s authority. “No,” he replied simply. The voice was very deep, and carried the burr of an accent Dallon didn’t recognize, even in that single word.
“Well, okay then.” Dallon held out a hand. “I’m—”
“I know who you are, Dallon Tiber.” The man didn’t accept the handshake, instead clasping one hand over the other in front of him as he shifted back slightly on his heels. He had the intimidation factor down pat, that was for sure. And Dallon wasn’t easily intimidated. “I know who you are, and I know what you want.”
“You’re sure about that?” Dallon spoke the words without considering the implications.
The man took a single step forward. Dallon quailed. Actually quailed. He’d never quailed before in his life. In fact, until just that moment, he didn’t think he’d even known the meaning of the word. “Until I leave this room, you will do exactly as I say, with no question and no hesitation. You will refer to me only as ‘sir’ or ‘Master.’ For the next two hours, I own you. Do you understand?”
The words were delivered firmly, in a tone that brooked no argument. Dallon froze for a moment, flashing on a scene: the day he’d said something very similar to Avery. He lowered his head, feeling something shift inside him, something fundamental. Almost like a switch had flipped in his brain. Was this how Avery felt?
It didn’t matter, mostly because he could no longer think clearly at all. “Yes, sir,” he said.
“That’s a good start.” The man took a small step back, not standing as far away as he had, but easing the sense of intimidation significantly. “Now,” he went on, “you will remove your jacket, and then your shirt.”
Dallon shrugged off his jacket and laid it aside, then his hands moved to his shirt buttons. He had unbuttoned the first one before he hesitated. He could feel words damming up the back of his throat, words of denial, rebellion. Then he met those eyes through the mask, saw the narrow regard judging him. Waiting.
He unfastened the buttons. Undid his cufflinks slowly, keeping his eyes on the silent Dom. His shirt fell to the floor behind him with a whispering sound. He squared his shoulders and faced his partner. Part of him wanted to ask what was next, but he knew that would be unacceptable.
“Now your trousers. Underwear, too. I want you naked.”
Just as slowly, fighting his instincts to rebel, Dallon undressed. With his clothes in a pile, he stood facing the other man squarely, fighting every urge to hide himself. The cool, evaluating gaze moved over him like hands.
“Turn.” The low voice rumbled deep in the other man’s throat. That accent—what was it?—added a burr and an almost feral sound to the deep voice.
Dallon turned, spine straight, head erect. He was facing a wall now, a set of leather bindings hanging from the ceiling in front of him. He heard the man take a step toward him, felt the slight shift of air in the room. Still, he flinched as a hand closed on his shoulder. The leather of the gloves was cool against his skin.
Fingers trailed over his back, traced the groove of his spine, the indentations between his ribs. The touch was not arousing; Dallon was all too aware he was being evaluated.
“Your skin is lovely.” Fingers traced the backs of his arms, the rounded shape of his triceps. “You have someone at home, yes?”
“I do.”
“Then I shall try not to mar it.”
“That would be appreciated.”
The dark chuckle made Dallon’s skin crawl. “This is going to be difficult for you.”
Dallon said nothing. He hadn’t thought it would be as difficult as it had already been. He wanted this. Why was it so hard for him to let go and let it happen?
The Dom, though, seemed to be taking it in stride. He continued to speak, his voice thoughtful. “You will fight every step of this, I can tell. I think it would be best to bind you.”
“Bind me? Bullshit.” He started to turn, but a sharp slap on his ass made him stop. It also made him jump.
“You asked for this, Mr. Tiber. If you didn’t want this experience, you should not have come.”
“Maybe I thought the Valentine’s Special was a box of chocolate and some wine.”
“Maybe…” The man’s voice was edged now with irritation. Dallon wished he could identify the accent; it didn’t sound like anything he’d ever heard before. Yet something about the voice sounded vaguely familiar. “Maybe a ball gag would be in order.”
