Thursday, May 23, 2013

Vengeance Hammer Excerpt and Give away till May 29, 2013


Vengeance Hammer (Viking Vengeance #3)

by Jianne Carlo
Erotic Historical Romantic Suspense
Categories: Mystery/Thriller
Publisher: Etopia Press
Release Date: May 3, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 73,000

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Description:
Can a Viking forgive the woman who cheated him of his vengeance?

All Dráddor has to do is kill the Earl of Caithness, wed the man’s daughter, and vengeance would be his and the oath to his father would be fulfilled. But when he arrives at Caithness, the earl is already dead, poisoned by own wife. And when he finds the earl’s daughter, the Lady Xára, he find she’s unable to speak. Unwilling to be thwarted, Dráddor marries her anyway to claim the earl’s lands and title, knowing King Kenneth could not fault him for later casting her aside.

Desperate to protect her family, Xára willingly weds the Viking. She must win Dráddor to her side before he discovers the secret that will destroy all. But the Saracen warrior, Niketas, has other plans. He needs the blood of two virgin half-immortals to win eternal life and the powers of the gods. Until the god Heimdallr, Xára’s true sire, makes it clear he has other plans for his beloved daughter…

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 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. There’s nothing she likes more than hearing from readers.

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Vengeance Hammer, Vengeance Warriors Book 3: Excerpt:


“Lady Xára, I have not the time for this. The people of the keep are restless and I must attend to the castle defenses.”
Ignoring the laced irritation in Dráddør’s  tone, she quickly assembled everything and using her fingers wrote in the sand in the tray, Néill assembles an army in Leòdhas.
She motioned for him to come forward and pointed to the sand tray Jennie had had made so the two of them could ‘speak’ to each other.
His golden brows pulled together, but he did as she asked, and read her words. Quick as a furious winter melt, he spun around, massive hands on his hips, his glance sweeping from the tray to her, back and forth, and back and forth. His frown deepened. He scrubbed at the light dusting of hair on his chin.
“Do you understand me when I speak?”
Oh, she yearned to pinch him for even asking such a doltish question. Were all men witless? That she could write words but not comprehend them? She rolled her eyes, pursed her mouth, and nodded.
“Lady, you cannot expect me to know your thoughts or abilities. I have to secure the castle before nightfall. Who is Néill?” His straight nose could’ve breathed fire, he appeared so vexed.
After smoothing the sand, she inscribed, Arnfinn’s step-brother. He claims Lathairn Castle. He travels to Leòdhas to bring back Godfraid and his warriors.
He gave her a look as if she was daft. “Godfraid mac Arailt, the Earl of Leòdhas is vassal to King Harald of Norway. King Harald has commanded our union. ’Tis treason if Godfraid aids your Néill.”
Not her Néill, never her Néill. Resisting the temptation to stamp her feet, she nigh punched out her words in the sand. Néill and Godfraid are on their way.
“How know you this?”
She wanted to howl in frustration. But she and Jennie had agreed how to handle this query. She wrote, Ask Liam the Lucky.
At his ferocious scowl, she added, Lathairn’s Man-at-Arms.
He studied her for a long, uncomfortable moment.
Xára knew if he gainsaid her now, all was lost. She did not waver under his persistent scrutiny even though perspiration broke out over her back and chest.
 Finally, when she’d decided he would cast her to the wolves, he blew out a long breath. “When did Néill leave for Leòdhas?”
Cert now he understood the gravity of the situation she raised two fingers and wrote in the sand, 2 eves.
His mouth flattened. “They could arrive within the sennight.”
Turning away from her, he clasped his hands behind his back, and paced the length of the chamber. While he was striding up and down, she inscribed more in the sand.
Abruptly, he halted right in front of her. She pointed to the tray.
He read aloud, “Néill intends to wed you and claim Lathairn. Godfraid supports him. I surmised as much. So be it.”
She craned her neck to meet his gaze and waited, heart thundering against ribs so hard her chest ached.
“First, I will verify all you have said—” He sighed. “What you have written. Then I will send two of my men to you. Have your mother moved to her rightful chamber. I will have the healer summoned. The vow saying will take place before sunset. Am I correct that you understand what must be done?”

GIVEAWAY INFO: 
Prize is an eBook copy of Vengeance Hammer 
(Viking Vengeance, Book 3) from Jianne Carlo. 
Contest is tour-wide and ends May 29. 
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