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Sunday, March 4, 2012

Jianne Carlo - Deviant Devil Excerpt – Adult Content – Erotic Contemporary SEAL Action Adventure

Deviant Devil, Hades Squad book #3, was released in August 2011, and here are a few snippets from Deviant Devil reviews:

DEVIANT DEVIL is an action-packed erotic romantic suspense that had me on the edge of my seat while at the same time keeping extra hot under the collar! Rho, The Romance Reviews

Deviant Devil was one rocking read. It caught me from the first word and kept me glued the entire time. This is the third novel in the series, but it's not necessary to read the previous two to absolutely love Deviant Devil. The chemistry between Jessica and Dominix crackles from the page and heats up the room. The erotic scenes between them are plentiful, yet Ms. Carlo manages to develop the characters and their relationship more with each steamy encounter. Clare, The Romance Studio, CAPA Award Nomination

And now for a little wicked fun from Deviant Devil!

Deviant Devil Blurb:

Jess is a proper all-American gal. Devil’s a deviant Dom. When he’s assigned as her bodyguard 24x7, Jess discovers bondage…and she secretly likes it. But does incendiary sex equal real compatibility, and what about love?

Genre: Erotic, multicultural, contemporary SEAL Action Adventure: m/f

Price: $7.99

Buy Link: http://www.loose-id.com/Hades-Squad-3-Deviant-Devil.aspx

Also available at: Amazon, B&N, ARe, Fictionwise, and others.

Deviant Devil Excerpt – Adult Content – Erotic Contemporary SEAL Action Adventure:

“I believe you owe me a blowjob, Cheetah.”

Demon’s words shot a spinning spike into his head. Devil’s reflexes kicked in, and he whirled around ready to deck his best friend. Demon trapped and held Devil’s gaze, and mouthed, Get your shit together.

Right, she’d intended to suck some other a-hole’s dick. He owed Demon big time for the reminder.

Devil paced the now empty viewing area for exactly nine minutes and thirty-five seconds before his patience snapped. Close enough to the time he and Demon had agreed upon. His long strides consumed the distance to the private playroom. He punched in the security code and slithered into the darkened chamber.

The night-light inserted into a low-lying outlet barely illuminated the three feet closest to the door. Using hand signals the two men communicated quietly, Demon left, and Devil secured the room. The soundproofed interior stifled even the air conditioner’s humming, and in the eerie quiet, the sound of Jess’s rasped breathing thundered.

He stood still and looked his fill.

As instructed Demon had her kneeling on the soft carpet, blindfolded, arms stretched wide, and the silk bonds on her wrists connected to rings attached via a long arm to the walls. She had her head cocked to one side. Even in the dim lighting the robe hid none of her charms, and the outline of her curves, the shadow between her thighs had his pulse doing erratic leap-frogs.

Adjusting the dimmer of the overhead lights so he could feast on Jess’s responses and fine-tune his strategy, Devil circled her kneeling form. The fury he’d managed to dam detonated and erupted. Molten lava replaced his blood. He stood there inhaling liquid fire, repeating SEAL breathing exercises until he regained control, and assumed his Dom mode.

“I didn’t agree to this.” Her voice wavered, but she lifted her chin in defiance. “I agreed to a blowjob.”

Devil pulled the auction card from the envelope and read, his accent now pure Bostonian. “One blowjob in a private room. Condom mandatory. Touching only on my part.”

She exhaled, her uneven breathing a sonata to his ears.

“That’s right. Exactly right.”

He pulled out his switchblade, slit her robe down the middle, and stifled a hiss as the material parted to reveal creamy skin, the swells of her breasts, a flat belly he dreamed of, pale golden curls framing the treasure between slender thighs.

Squatting so their faces were level, he drank in the sight of her: the long elegant neck, the delicate line of her jaw, the cock-stiffening perfume peculiar to only this woman. A finger’s width separated their noses, Devil knew she felt his closeness, waited for him to respond, and he let the silence stretch relishing the short puffs of minty breath escaping her pouting mouth.

“What are you doing?” She tugged furiously at the silk bonds holding her arms wide. “I demand a witness. I’m allowed that. Those are the rules.”

“This is what you didn’t specify. Clothing, position, restraints.” Devil checked his watch. “Forty-five seconds have elapsed. I can keep you here as long as I want until I come in your mouth, latex covered as specified.”

She’d lost all color and those porn-fantasy lips he lusted after quivered. When she opened her mouth, he said, “Listen carefully because there are two ways this can go down.”

Cutting the sleeves of the robe he continued, “I can hold you to the literal translation of the card. You can invite a witness to make me adhere to the rules.”

What remained of the robe floated to the floor, Jess shivered, her nipples were a shade darker than her rose lips, and they pearled and puckered.

A shudder wracked through him. He sat back on his heels, the leather pants squeezed his cock and testicles harder than any vise he’d ever tried. Devil closed his eyes, went through the SEAL breathing sequence yet once again until blood-flow restored baseline brain functions.

Stick to the plan.

“I can and will keep you here for the rest of the night. I don’t have to let you out of this room until I get what I paid five thousand dollars for. A blowjob. I can go for hours without coming.”

Her sinful mouth tightened into a pucker. She snorted. “And the other way?”

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 # 5: What’s Devil’s real name?

Cheers,

Jianne Carlo

P.S. Make sure you check out my KINDLE FIRE CONTEST – details at www.jiannecarlo.com

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.