Jianne Carlo - Demon Seed Excerpt – Adult Content – Erotic Contemporary SEAL Action Adventure

Hades Squad Book#4 was released on January 9, 2012 and already the reviews are in – here are some comments:

Wow, this was freakin' great! I absolutely flew through this. This book just had everything I loved. DEMON SEED is just one of those stories that takes hold from beginning to end. Jianne Carlo has become a favorite of mine with this series, and I am hoping that we haven't seen the last of the Hades Squad because I love these guys! Rho, The Romance Reviews – TOP PICK

This is a wild and sexy romp through South America in true Jianne Carlo style. I was sucked into this story from the first page-I downloaded it for review at about 10:00P.M., and before I knew it, I had reached the end, and it was almost dawn! I laughed, I cried and I was pleasantly surprised at the twists at the end. Demon was right all along about Sister Helen not being an ordinary nun.

Victoria, Night Owl Reviews

Here’s a sample of Demon Seed.

Demon Seed Blurb:

Demon’s carefully plotted revenge against the man who abused him, Pedro Nunez aka The Smiling Killer, is not off to a good start. For starters, he just rescued Pedro's niece Jacinta, and now he's falling in love with her. But just whose side is she on?

Genre: Erotic, contemporary, SEAL suspense adventure

Format: eBook Price: $7.99

Buy Link: http://www.loose-id.com/Hades-Squad-4-Demon-Seed.aspx

Demon Seed Excerpt – Adult Content – Erotic Contemporary SEAL Action Adventure:

Demon Seed’s set in the Amazon and in this scene Jacinta and Demon are in a houseboat on the mighty Orinoco, a river bordering the countries of Venezuela, Brazil, and Guyana.

“Jacinta,” he rasped. “Look at me.”

Her eyelids were anchors and she had to concentrate to obey him, but the effort was more than worth it to see the animal desire written in his blazing stare, his dilated pupils, the color of his eyes a dark molasses.

“I want to see you come, kitten. Stay with me.”

She couldn’t move away from his piercing stare, loved when he gritted his teeth and grunted, loved the way he pummeled into her, loved the grim set to his mouth. He lifted her higher and his rod struck a spot that blurred her vision and sent her spiraling into a series of sharp, frenzied convulsions. Aching, unbearable contractions that had her seeing black spots beneath her closed lids. She surrendered to the delicious clenching, to the feel of his pulsing cock, to the crushed embrace of his arms.

He smelled all knight-powerful, musk and tang and spice and soap all rolled into an irresistible aroma. She drank in the dizzying fragrance, ran a finger through the light dusting of hair on his chest, and then set her mouth to where his heart beat under her palm. A thin sheen of sweat coated his skin, the slight wetness both salt and sweet to her lips. Wanting to prolong the precious intimacy and hold him inside her until the memory was branded into her senses; she tried not to move, not to press another kiss to his ripped muscles.

The boat rocked.

He tensed, his shoulder bunching under her hand, and he cocked his head. All trace of the lover vanished and the warrior mask settled over his face.

When she opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, he rested two fingers on her lips.

The birds had gone silent.

Boughs creaked. Water rippled. Branches swished.

All the normal day sounds had receded. No croaks, hisses, no hint of a bee buzzing, no undergrowth being trampled. Either they had human company or a dangerous predator had entered the area.

Within seconds Demon rolled over and motioned for her to be quiet and stay put. He pulled on his trousers and boots, and ducked under the archway.

Jacinta scooted off the mattress and dressed quickly in jeans, a T-shirt, and socks. After removing the knife from her boot, she slipped past the kitchen, dropped to her knees and crawled to the engine room’s open door.

Demon, bare-chested, stood at the stern gun drawn, his pose one of full alert. His glance swept the cove. Without pausing in his methodical checking of the thick mangrove, he waved her back inside.

An instant of stretched silence she immediately recognized caused a reflexive reaction. She crouched for balance, rested one knee on the deck, palmed the knife, and studied the mangrove, eyes narrowed, sniffing to catch the faint feral stink of a big cat. To the left a branch dipped, Jacinta trained her gaze on the tree, and readied the knife.

A feline yowl preceded the jaguar’s leap from an overhead tree. The cat landed on the bank, teats hanging down heavy with milk, and leapt for the deck. Maybe three feet separated the spotted cat from the houseboat.

Jacinta didn’t hesitate.

She threw the knife aiming for the animal’s hind. The steel blade sang across the deck, skimming the bow’s apex, and sank into the jaguar’s right leg. A scarlet spray stained the matted fur. Screeching its fury, the cat reared back, landed half in half out of the river, and bounded into the dense mangrove.

Before she could draw a deep breath, Demon had her by the shoulders. He shook her. “Are you insane? Didn’t I tell you to stay inside?”

He was shouting again. Jacinta cringed but stuck her chin in the air. “I have tracked big cats. I know what to do. And I did not know if you are au corage with the jungle.”

“What?” He shook her again so hard she thought a tooth would come loose. “When I tell you stay put – you stay put. Hear me?”

“I believe everyone within three miles can hear you.” Jacinta folded her arms. “I do not understand why you are angry again.”

“You could have been hurt.” He hugged her tight and she grew even more confused. “Damn it. Next time you disobey me, I’ll tar your backside.”

“You would hit me?” She didn’t understand him, not at all.

“You turn me inside out, woman. No, I would not hit you. Not in anger anyway.” He nudged her jaw and their eyes met.

“So, you would hit me? Only not in anger? Truly, no comprendo. This I do not understand.” Yet she felt not a hint of fear, just confusion.

“Aw hell. Forget I ever said that. I do not hit females.”

She blew out a long sigh and pointed to her heart. “I know that here. But your words skitter my thoughts.”

“Scatter. Who taught you to throw a knife?” Demon shook his head. “Don’t tell me, the vaunted Sister Helen?”

“Yes. She is so much better than I with the knife. But I am far superior with guns, and a bow and arrow. Not as good with the blowpipe.” Jacinta smiled. “I told you I am not helpless.”

He studied her for long seconds. “After we eat, I’ll assess your competence with guns and knives. The blowpipe and bow and arrows can wait.” Demon flicked the tip of her nose. “Why do I get the feeling that your talents don’t extend to the kitchen?”

She wrinkled her nose. “I can churn butter. But, alas, the sisters complained of stomach cramps the few times I cooked a meal.”

He chuckled. “You can churn butter? That’s it in the culinary arena?”

“I can clean and gut and smoke a fish.” Jacinta tried not to sound defensive. “I can dress a chicken. I have not the talent for watching pots. Things burn very quickly.”

“Breakfast is on me then.” He curled an arm around her waist. “Scrambled eggs and toast?”

“There is no bacon?” She had discovered bacon on the second morning at the school. Her mouth watered remembering the heavenly scent of the strips cooking.

“Don’t know. Didn’t check Fredo’s pantry. Checked the ice box. He didn’t send the rest of our dinner from last night. I’m starving. Let’s eat and then, woman, you are going to do a ton of talking.”

“I enjoy conversation. There was not much of it in the cloister. Sometimes, I would climb to the top of our mountain and shout until I was hoarse.” He had halted and Jacinta risked a quick peek. “It was foolish, no?”

“No.” He framed her face. “You are amazing Jacinta Nunez.”

“Nunez?” She frowned. “My name is Jacinta Maria da Silva. Why would you call me Nunez?”

“My bad.” He tugged her through the engine room and into the kitchen. “You’re on toast duty. I’ll get everything else. Why don’t you check the pantry and let me know what we have?”

Nunez. She knew no one called Nunez. And he was not the type of man to cross his words.

I’m celebrating The Call of a Soul’s release on March 6, 2012 with a contest today.

Answer the question at the end of each post today and you’re entered in a drawing for a $20 Amazon gift certificate and a copy of one of my books. Answer either in a comment or email to me at: jianne@jiannecarlo.com, but make sure to specify your email address. Winner(s) will be announced on my website on Tuesday. Contest entries close on Monday, March 5, 2012 at midnight.

Question # 4: What are Jacinta’s talents?

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Jianne Carlo

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