Thank you for hosting me today, Ann. I love your site’s colors and crispness.
My name’s Jianne Carlo, and I write across several genres: contemporary, paranormal, SEAL/Military, romantic suspense, and historicals. Because I’m easily bored, I even mix the genres and my latest release, Prymal Passion is a cross-breed—it’s paranormal, SEAL/Military, and romantic suspense.
Today, I’ll be giving away a free copy of Prymal Passion to one lucky commenter. Leave your email address in the comment and you’re eligible for the giveaway.
Prymal Passion Blurb:
The primal call of Mate Claim sparks a battle among the three species of shifters—Wylfen, Feral, & Rogue—and has for generations. These violent feuds incite hunts by humankind, driving shifters near extinction. To protect their people the aristocratic Wylfen ban the practice of Mate Claim. When a Rogue alpha claims a Wylfen female, the mated pair forms a coalition with a Feral male. An alliance is created: Prymal, a new species & pack born of Rogue, Wylfen, & Feral. And war begins…
Rogue Shifter Bandit Winston lives for the moment. At thirty-seven, he’s resigned himself to life without a mate and makes out like a bandit in all walks of life. No commitments, no strings, tons of women, wine, and eclectic food. The last thing he expects is to recognize the woman who’s trespassing on his property as his mate. Kata’s on the run with her daughter and agrees to stay with him only until she finds the sanctuary she’s seeking. Can Bandit live up to his nickname and steal Kata’s heart before she leaves him?
Prymal Passion is available for pre-order on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Prymal-Passion-Jianne-Carlo-ebook/dp/B00SADDQ2S/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1421599752&sr=1-1&keywords=Prymal+Passion+by+jianne+carlo
***Here’s an excerpt from Prymal Passion, Prymal Book Three:
In this scene Kata’s on the run in fear for her life and that of her toddler, Natusya. She’s trespassing on Navy SEAL Rogue shifter Bandit’s property. He’s been hunting her for three nights and finally captured her a few minutes earlier.
Natusya let out a little whimper. Kata swayed from side to side and cuddled the toddler closer. The image of her mother, Britta, gasping her last breath filled Kata’s brain. Britta had made her swear on the cross she now wore around her neck to keep Natusya safe. She had not travelled thousands of miles to have them killed by crazy white supremacists.
Kata held her breath when the ATV jerked to a stop a few feet away from them.
A cowboy, complete with Stetson, boots, and lethal silver-wheel spurs swung out of the driver’s seat. He reminded her of Brad Pitt in Legends of the Fall, only prettier. Eyes the turquoise of a tropical lagoon shimmered in the gloominess.
His spurs jangled when he ambled over to them. He tipped his hat, lifted a square chin, and inspected Kata and Natusya. A crooked smile deepened twin dimples. The cowboy’s incredible handsomeness combined with that mouth-watering grin and those mesmerizing eyes had her dumbfounded.
She reminded herself to be afraid.
“Ain’t that just your fricking Irish luck, Bandit? You go a-hunting vermin and catch a modern-day Madonna and her angel-child?”
A stiff crosswind chased dirt, rubble, and tumbleweeds across the gulley. The moon reappeared and Kata choked back a gasp when she saw him, Bandit, clearly. Mother Mary, he looked like a Highlander bandit, with those craggy features, and piercing eyes of a hue too midnight and navy to be real. He had inky eyelashes too long and curly to belong to a man. She stared his full, sensuous mouth and had the insane urge to tongue-tickle the seam.
Kata shook her head. She had gone off her rocker, or maybe Alzheimer’s really was contagious.
Bandit snorted. “Madonna? More she-devil. Little witch took a shot at me, stabbed me with this puny dagger, and bit my ear.”
Her temper went ballistic, she shouted, “Where’s the blood? I know I tasted blood. And I know got you in the arm with my penknife.”
Natusya reacted to her barked question and growled statements with a yelp and a drumming of her heels on Kata’s belly and butt. Kata rocked back and forth on her heels, and murmured, “Hush manYUnya.”
“Russian?” The cowboy asked.
“Ukrainian, the equivalent of hush little one. Contain your tantrum, Kata. You’re upsetting your daughter. Keep an eye on ‘em, Kydd. Kata’s stashed her and the baby’s stuff on the ridge. I’ll be back in a few.” Bandit dusted his hands, crouched a tad, and leapt.
Kata’s jaw sagged.
Natusya giggled. She chortled in delight. “Fly. Fly like he. Mama.”
“Oops. Pretend you didn’t see that, honey. It’s the wolf and lion in him.” Kydd tipped the brim of his hat. “Don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Kydd Kolton.”
He had such an engaging grin that Kata couldn’t help smiling at him. “That’s an unusual name. It sounds kind of familiar. And you look familiar, too.”
She had entered loony land, or trespassed into some sort of alternate reality, where she and Natusya had just become prisoners of a cowboy charmer and a man who leapt like a mountain lion. Right now she should be panicking, or screaming, or running for her life, not simply standing there catching files with her open mouth.
“Do you go to the movies, Kata?”
Oh yeah. Her brain cells had fried to cinders. “Yes.”
When he removed his hat and dragged a hand through his tousled shoulder-length hair, a vague memory stirred. “You’re Kydd Kolton. You’re in those car movies. What was the name of the last one?”
“Kolton Krazy.” A deep slash of scarlet stained his bronzed cheeks.
All at once Bandit landed in a thud of dust and rocks right in front of Kata. One minute he wasn’t there, the next he was. He had to have jumped from the ridge above them. She swallowed around the huge fright marble clogging her throat. No normal human being could make that jump without fracturing a bone. Had she found the Wylfen Britta’d told her about?
I hope you enjoyed the excerpt and would love to hear from you. Thanks again to Ann for being such a generous host.
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Have a terrific Tuesday!