Hi, my name’s Jianne Carlo, and I write super-spicy romantic
suspense.
Today, I’m celebrating my latest paranormal release, SOUL
DEEP. The novel’s the first book in my White Wolf series and introduces the
White and Black wolves and their history.
Loads of thanks to Roxanne for hosting me and SOUL DEEP on
your beautiful Fang-Tastic site—love the name!
Like most authors, I use music to set the mood when I’m
writing. My music playlist for SOUL DEEP is kinda schizoid. Because a lot of
the story takes place in The Caboose, a stuck-in-the-60s small town diner,
Elvis Presley and The Fab Four, were the ultimate stars. Here’s what I was
listening to:
Surfin Safari
Return to Sender
Sherry
Big Girls Don’t Cry
I Want To Hold Your Hand
Baby Love
The Girl From Ipanema
Satisfaction
I Got You Babe
My Girl
Mr. Tambourine Man
Stop! In The Name Of Love
Turn! Turn! Turn!
Can’t Buy Me Love
Hello, Dolly!
Leader Of The Pack
She Loves You
The Sound of Silence
These Boots Are Made For Walkin’
Can’t Help Falling in Love
Cherish
Good Vibrations
I’m A Believer
Monday, Monday
When A Man Loves A Woman
I knew some of the songs
before I started SOUL DEEP, but not all. Some are too classic not to know, like The Sound of Silence,
Satisfaction, Surfin Safari, I Want To Hold Your Hand, and Good Vibrations, to
name a few.
One thing I loved about my
SOUL DEEP playlist was that it’s fun and upbeat.
But, I had to switch to more
somber tunes when I wrote the black bear slayings. For those scenes, I listened
to soundtracks from The Shining, Dead Silence, Jaws, The Exorcist, and, of course, Halloween.
What’s your
favorite fun and upbeat playlist? Are they all new, or do you favor a
particular decade?
I imagine
everyone has a list of the scariest movies/series they’ve ever seen. Number one
on my list is The Shining. I still get the willies when I see a tricycle.
What movies
are on your scariest list?
Click here to
hear my Spotify Playlist Link: HEAR
SOUL DEEP PLAYLIST
Two of my books—SINNER & PRYMAL LUST— are FREE on Amazon
this month, so please download them! Here are the links:
Once again, my thanks to Roxanne for hosting me today.
Have a great day and remember to 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!
Cheers,
Jianne
Carlo
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.
There’s nothing she likes more than hearing from readers.
There’s nothing she likes more than hearing from readers.
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