Do you write in different genres?
I love writing different genres at the same time. I
always write a historical and a contemporary simultaneously. Right now I’m
working on the first book in my new Viking Invasion series, Wùlfe. I’m also in
the middle of Wolf Raider, Book Three in the White Wolf series.
If yes which is your favorite genre to
write?
That’s almost like asking a mother to name her
favorite child J.
If I had to choose, it would be paranormal historical. The Viking Gods and lure
fascinate me.
How did you come up with the title for
your latest book?
Soul Deep came about because the
heroine, Melanie, is a spiritual healer who hears the last call of a soul.
Wùlfe is the name of the hero in Viking Invasion. It
seemed appropriate to use his name as the title.
Wolf Raider came about, because the alpha star of
the tale is ‘Chainsaw Chad’ and he’s become famous (and wealthy) by raiding and
ravaging corporations.
Do you title the book first or wait
until after it’s complete?
For me, I can’t write a book without a title. So it
comes first. I already have the titles of three books I’ll begin later this
year, Fäng, Seathe, and Prymal Pleasure.
What is your current “work in
progress” or upcoming projects?
I have ambitious plans for my writing this year. I hope
to finish the last White Wolf, 2 Viking Invasion tales, and two more Hades
Squad stories.
Can you share a little of your current
work with us?
Here’s a scene from SOUL DEEP after Mike’s claimed Melanie:
An hour later, Mike couldn’t move a
muscle. Delirium had him in a constant state of orgasm. Coming for hours wrung
a wolf dry. Emptied every ounce of energy. Reduced him to reflexive reaction.
They mated for three days straight.
Melanie was insatiable. Curious about every sexual position invented in the
history of the planet. Bookmarked the Kama Sutra on his laptop. Made amazing
chocolate confections and experimented with what body part better suited a
fudgy texture as opposed to a thinner, orange-flavored sauce. Spent hours
studying his cock and testicles. Counted the hairs around his dick. With her
teeth.
On the last day, she said it was her
turn to tie him up, and Mike agreed, positive he’d plumb tuckered her out.
“I’ve had this fantasy about
marshmallows and chocolate and your cock forever.”
He loved it when she pinked all over.
With all they’d done these last few days, Mike figured his mate would’ve left
her blushes behind long ago. But though she’d shed inhibitions in a
free-for-all, color rioted over her beautiful skin at the sweetest times. Like
now.
“Marshmallows?” Sticky and creamy and
warm—worked for him. “Don’t chicken out now.”
“It’ll get sticky.” She gave him her
signature up-from-under peek, her brown eyes twinkling wicked, sexy fun.
“You forget, I love you sticky.”
“I
had a feeling you’d be game.” Scooting off the bed, she halted before her feet
touched the floor, tossed her mane of luscious curls over one shoulder, and
slid a side glance at him. “Where did you put that blindfold? And the rest of the
toys?”
Do you have to travel much to do
research for your books?
I don’t have
to, but I do. My husband and I looove road trips. Because he’s originally from
Canada and most of his family still lives there, we travel there at least once
a year. We try to vary our routes with each trip. Last year, we drove through
north-east Michigan and stayed in charming small towns. The setting for my
latest release, SOUL DEEP, was inspired by that particular journey.
Last year, we also visited Europe, and I overdosed on
Viking sites. We visited Norway, Sweden, and Denmark (and Russia, Finland,
Estonia, and Latvia—on a cruise). Since that incredible vacation, Viking books
crowd my little brain. I’ve started no less than four Viking series…aaaargh!
Couldn’t resist posting some pics of the Viking
Settlements we visited:
Who designed the cover of your latest
book?
The multi-talented, Georgia Woods, CEO of Hartwood
Publishing did the incredible cover for SOUL DEEP.
Thank you for this wonderful interview Roxanne. I
just want to remind readers of two
things:
- Two of my
books—SINNER & PRYMAL LUST— are FREE on Amazon this month, so please
download them! Here are the links:
- Please
check my site—www.jiannecarlo.com—or
my FB author page—https://www.facebook.com/Jianne123/——
on April 28, 2016 for the announcement of the winners!
Once again, thanks to Roxane for hosting me today.
Soul Deep
White Wolf
Book 1
Jianne Carlo
Genre: Contemporary Paranormal Suspense
Publisher: Hartwood Publishing
Date of Publication: April 7, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-62916-303-1
Number of pages: 186
Word Count: 82,486
Cover Artist: Georgia Woods
Book Description:
Melanie is a White Wolf spirit healer—a maggishahwi--who hears the last call of a dying soul. She’s loved Mike Dorland forever. But her Cinderella hopes and glass-slipper dreams of a happy ever after with her Prince Charming are shattered the day her father kills Mike’s while driving drunk. Now Mike hates her, and when Mike returns to their home town, she’s both devastated and thrilled.
Mike’s the eldest son of one of the original three founders of the quaint town of Chabegawn, and a half-breed wolf who’s found his mate—Melanie. Mike returns to find the town torn apart by a series of vicious and malicious black bear slayings. Then the town’s beloved, world-famous horse breeder vanishes and his ravaged remains are found.
Melanie’s bent on saving black bear mothers and cubs, and she will risk her life to bait and capture the killers. But Mike will gamble everything to protect his mate.
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Soul
Deep Excerpt – PG-rated, 529 words
“I apologize. I
was totally out of line.”
Mike.
Her heartbeat
went into overdrive. Melanie clutched her chest. Anger came to the rescue. She
spun around. “Apology not accepted. You were plain mean and nasty. Just because
you’re worth a fortune doesn’t give you the right to treat people like that.”
“I only ever
apologize once, Melanie. And I never say anything I don’t mean.” Mike folded
his arms and raised an eyebrow.
He knew her
first name? Doc G. must’ve told him. She fought the fluttery belly quivers that
always assailed her in his presence. Jutted the jaw Mama said was too square
for any female. “Fine. Apology accepted. Now if you don’t mind, I have work to
do.”
“Doc G.’s
closing up. He says he’ll do the autopsy tomorrow. I’ll be here for it.”
Nooo. What in
heck is wrong with Doc G.? Melanie gritted her teeth. Why does Mike want to see
the autopsy?
“Do you want to
wash up?” Mike angled his head toward the sink to the right. “I’ll drop you
home. Doc got a call from Jim Balden. He thinks his mare’s dropping the foal
tonight.”
So not what she
needed. Or wanted. Mike Dorland driving her to the reservation and seeing the
broken-down three-bedroom shack the White family occupied. Poor and proud and
shunned, even by the rest of the tribe. Melanie straightened her shoulders.
Tough titties. She was what she was and wasn’t nothin’ nohow going to change
that.
“I’ll call a
cab.” She made to move around him, and he caught her hand and drew close.
Too close.
He smelled like
paradise. Like a warm sea so blue and clear and sparkling it hurt to see when
you stared at the glinting waters. Like equatorial sun baking her skin and
raising a hot sweat. Like a tropical breeze whipping exotic aphrodisiacs every
which way and creaming her sex.
“Little idiot. I
bet you intend to walk the fifteen miles. You always did act as if I stunk up
your air.”
Had the floor
turned liquid? No, her knees had. She grabbed the counter and tried to shake
off the thick fingers circling her wrist in a steely but somehow gentle grip.
“Stunk up my air?”
“Half-breed not
good enough for a full-blooded Cwaatchii? For the daughter of a Ska Awhi? For
the granddaughter of Ixota Migziwa?”
His nose was so
close she had to blink to get his features in focus.
Her mouth
opened. Nothing came out. She licked her suddenly dry lips.
“That’s it.” He
picked her up and jammed her against the wall. Her face was level with his.
Then he kissed her, and the world turned upside down and inside out. He tasted
of all her pumpkin-coach dreams, of all her tortured teenaged visions of
knights, rescue, and happy every after, of every single, furtive pleasuring of
herself with his image in her head. Smoky, citrusy, and stomach-clenching
delicious.
His hold on her
firmed. His arm went around her waist, and when he nudged her legs apart, she
surrendered. Worked her fingers into the silk of his hair and kissed him back,
touching her tongue to his.
About the Author:
Award winning author, Jianne Carlo’s motto is simple: Alpha Me Please.
While strong heroines, exotic locations, and cultural differences are her forte, she goes weak in the knees for bad boys, warriors, and alphas. Send her a man with an attitude and she’ll find the right woman to tame him.
Jianne loves hot and spicy food, stomach-plunging park rides, and is kept on her toes by her Viking husband of thirty-five years, and three, handsome grown sons. Jianne’s a Zumba addict who loves to cook. Her favorite possession is her ‘Robo-stove.
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