Jianne Carlo - White Wolf Excerpt – Adult Content – Erotic Contemporary Paranormal Suspense

White Wolf is the second to last in the White Wolf books, but the first published. It was released in 2009 as part of Loose-Id's Red, White, and Blue 5th anniversary party in July (hence the patriotic colors).

White Wolf was nominated for a CAPA award that year. Here are what some of the reviewers had to say about the book:

FANTASTIC! I enjoyed Gray and Sorcha’s story immensely. The pages absolutely drip with suspense, mystery, action, and best of all great sex. There are plenty of charismatic secondary characters as well. In fact, I’m sorry Jianne Carlo didn’t write White Wolf as the final book in a series about the entire White clan. Merrylee, Two Lips Reviews – 5 Lips

Let me start out by saying WOW!! I loved this book!! White Wolf has something for everybody: mystery, intrigue, betrayal, romance, and some HOT lovin'. I couldn't put it down. Each character adds something to the story, even the animals. Ms. Carlo gives you subtle clues throughout the book about the 'villain,' but it was well toward the end before I put all the clues together. Victoria Lyn, Manic Readers Review – 5 Stars

Ms. Carlo delivers a suspenseful page turner dipped with paranormal thrills and enough sultry and sensual heat to spark an explosive inferno of sexual fire. The pulse pounding, heart stopping plot weaves elements of guilt, shame, fear, and violence that seems to hold the reader hostage as the mesmerizing drama that unfolds page by page. Ms. Carlo has the ability to keep the reader off balance, never being able to guess what is around the corner for Gray and Sorcha. Shannon, The Romance Studio – 5 Hearts & a CAPA nomination

White Wolf blurb:

When Sorcha returns to her hometown, her fantasy man's hot beyond her wildest dreams. White Wolf Gray can't believe Sorcha grew up to be the siren his body demands for his mate. Her grandmother's last words were "Trust no one." Does that include Gray? “I’m counting to ten and then I’ll start shooting,” Sheriff Gray White balanced a rifle on one shoulder and held a spotlight at eye level effectively blinding the perp.

Genre: Erotic, contemporary paranormal suspense: m/f

Price: $7.99

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White Wolf Excerpt – Adult Content – Erotic Contemporary Paranormal Suspense:

“I'm counting to ten, and if you're not out of that lake with your hands above your head by the time I reach ten, I'll start shooting.” Sheriff Gray White balanced a rifle on one shoulder and held a flashlight at eye level, effectively blinding the perp.

What the…? His eyes locked onto the most perfect pair of breasts he'd ever seen—rounded, uptilted, nipples pouting.

Gray's head whipped up. His jaw dropped; then he clamped it shut and swallowed.

Damm.

Since when did a siren inhabit Lake Wickia? Wet hair plastered to skin the sun had never warmed, caressing each mound. His hold on the weapon slackened as drops of water, little love kisses, meandered down flesh so succulent and tempting, his fingers tingled.

The disciplined cop in him retreated as she advanced, slender legs spraying water with each step.

His eyes traced one translucent pearl as it dipped into a navel and wound around a silver belly ring dangling a delicate chain with a little heart on the end. It raced over a taut belly to its final destination, an Irish setter red triangle of curls. Oxygen didn't make it to his brain; blood crashed to his balls and his prick.

“My name's Sorcha McFadden, Officer, and as you can see, I've been skinny-dipping.” She stood tall and proud, chin jutting, a fiery defiance blazing from eyes the word “blue” couldn't begin to describe. “I'm going inside to find a towel.”

She turned around then and started up the stairs.

Gray's lungs had long stopped functioning; his reactions went on overdrive. Her scent intoxicated him. His mouth watered; he couldn't wait to taste her.

The white wolf in him roared and bellowed and seized control.

He sniffed and a whiff of her perfume, an intriguing blend of musk and cut lawn, went straight to his cock. Without a blink's hesitation he stalked after her, ogling her heart-shaped ass, his eyes darting from one cheek to the other as she mounted the three steps to the porch. High, pert, mesmerizing glutes with a hint of softness, the dimple in one winking as the other cheek tautened, hypnotized him.

Closing the distance between them, he stifled a growl when she twisted her hair to one side, exposing supple flesh pleading for his teeth, his tongue. The temptation to suck the honeyed spot and mark her with his scent dizzied him. He tucked the flashlight under the curve of his rifle arm and grabbed the banister with his left hand.

Steady, steady.

No way he'd get control over his raging hard-on during the interview made compulsory because he'd called in the trespasser. Gray planted his feet before the open sliding glass doors, gulping huge breaths of the chill April air, knowing the pine aroma should replace hers, but it didn't. Her fragrance sank into his pores; he inhaled her spicy aroma.

He had found his mate.

He was insane.

This wasn't possible.

This wasn't the way to find a mate.

Was it possible to erase a thought?

Willing his body under control, he stared as she pulled a throw off the edge of a sofa, her movements lithe, graceful. She stood no more than five feet three and yet had Vegas chorus-girl legs. His eyes found the source of her womanhood, locked onto one lone bead hanging over the cliff to the hood veiling paradise.

Hands shaking, he set the rifle and the spotlight down on a mahogany dining table. He couldn't choke back a groan as she hid all that delicious ivory flesh from his greedy gaze with a blue blanket, which she twisted in place above her breasts.

She spun around.

Her complexion paled. Her pupils dilated. She took a step back. “You.”

What had he missed?

She knew him?

“You don't remember me,” she said, her full lips pursed. “Figures.” She snorted. “What do you want, Gray?”

The effort to pull himself together didn't affect his raging arousal. Focus, focus. Gray studied her profile as she picked up a towel lying on the granite counter and attacked wavy locks that trickled rivulets onto the wooden floor.

His brain finally wrapped around her earlier statement. Sorcha McFadden, his sister's best friend. An image of her and Susie playing with their Barbie dolls stained his pupils.

“Sorcha?”

She swung back to him. “Bingo.”

A watershed of memories cascaded—a skinny ragamuffin of a girl, no breasts, not much of a backside, a mop of Shirley Temple ringlets, and the face to match. Sorcha had been a sweet kid, all quiet and shy, and she'd had the biggest crush on him for forever. She'd followed him around like an adoring puppy, never saying much, just staring at him with unblinking blue eyes as if she memorized his every action, gesture, word.

When had her hair gone from carrot to alluring auburn?

Why hadn't he noticed her eyes mimicked a Washington sky on the coldest, clearest winter's day?

“My condolences on your grandmother's death,” he said in an attempt to take the sexual tension and her anger down a notch. Her flushed cheeks and her white-knuckled grip on the towel didn't bode well for his intentions. “Aileen was a good woman.”

“She was.” A shudder racked her body, and she hugged her arms. “I inherited the cottage.”

She wouldn't meet his stare, her gaze landing here and there like a butterfly skipping from flower to flower. Through an enveloping sexual haze, Gray realized he'd set her nerves on edge.

The cloth slipped its tentative knot, giving him a ten-second glimpse of nipples as pink as the cherry blossoms that littered Twisp's Main Street every spring. She snatched the towel's ends together.

He had to adjust himself so baaad.

Ready to snap, ready to surrender to his wolf mating instincts, Gray knew he had to get her out of his presence—now.

“Why don't you go change, Sorcha? You look colder than a witch's—” Crap. He ground his teeth together. “Sorry—bad word choice.”

“I am cold, and I'm not fifteen anymore, Gray. I've heard the word 'tit' before.”

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 # 3: What’s Gray’s sister name?

Cheers,

Jianne Carlo

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