Rolan has appeared in the following books: Manacled in Monaco (Mediterranean Mambo #1). Jianne Carlo – Manacled in Monaco. Two margaritas, a nice lazy swim in the pool , and one phonecall from my mom later, I’m back for a bit. – Buy Manacled in Monaco book online at best prices in india on Read Manacled in Monaco book reviews & author details and more at.
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How lucky that you were able to have such a wonderful travel experience with your Mom. And I loved the excerpt too. I like the mention of a sport in a story and even better that it involves a reunion. Thank you for another great excerpt. What a great trip! Very impressive that you got along the whole time! Robin D robindpdx at yahoo dot com. Thanks for manaled great excerpt! I’ve travelled a bit with my manaclef, but never for so long.
I think we’d have monaxo great time, tho. It would be cool to do something like you did with your mom. That trip truly changed my relationship with my mom and took it to a different level. We had such a ball.
Thought it is a little unnerving to find out that your mother is the ultimate flirt.
The Pink Fuzzy Slipper Writers: Jianne Carlo Manacled in Monaco
Honestly, she can find hunky rugby players in any country. Beginning January 1, Stop by and let us know what you think of the new look! Two margaritas, a nice lazy swim in the pool, and one phonecall from my mom later, I’m back for a bit. Talking to my mom reminded me of how this romance writing gig all started.
After my dad passed away several years ago, my mother kept bugging me to take a trip with her. Okay, I know that sounds awful, but think about this — she wanted us to stay at Bed and Breakfasts and wanted a road trip a month long. It was the best, best trip ever! Twenty-eight days of driving through France and Spain getting totally lost, eating delicious food, meeting very quirky characters, and plain bonding — we never quarreled, not once.
I give the excellent wine in both countries credit. Lo and behold a year later I decide to write a romance novel, and Manacled in Monaco, and the Mediterranean Mambo series was born. Rolan Anthony Paxton, the Patriot’s celebrated wide receiver, dominated the football world for ten years.
Fame and fortune fell im his lap and he rode jn rainbow collecting Super Bowl wins. Even now, he crooks his manaclec and women line up — Hollywood stars, super models, beauty queens. But a decade later, disillusioned and unable to pinpoint exactly what’s missing, he finds himself staring over the head of his latest arm candy at the end of his career and resenting the young buck gunning for his position.
Then he runs into Sarita Khan, the nose-in-a-book classmate whose virginity he claimed on prom night on the fifty-yard line and whose memory has fueled his fantasies for over ten years. Sarita Khan never thought she’d see Rolan Paxton again. The NFL drafted him two days after Prom, two days after he took her virginity.
What were the odds of her son’s father chartering the luxury yacht she’s crewing for a decade later? And that he’d still make her burn like he did ten years ago? Sarita wants Rolan, but she wants her independence. Rolan’s a control freak bent on domination.
Determined to show her who’s master, Rolan slaps on the manacles moaco and turns this trip to Monaco into a pleasure cruise. Manacled in Monaco — excerpt: One hand cradling his neck, the other thrown across a moncao pillow, he slid his thighs apart over the cool satin sheets to give the expert mouth cocooning his randy prick better access.
A light twirl over the crown and that delectable tongue worked its way down the length of him. Cindy-something, a Pamela Anderson lookalike on the verge of stardom, great tits and a God-awful high-pitched, chalk-on-the-blackboard voice. He should have picked the other mannacled. An open porthole let Mediterranean brine into the room, along with an unexpected morning chill.
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A barrage of firm knocks hit the cabin door and he cut to the sound, mood souring and lips curling. Figured; it took him longer and longer these days, and the slightest mishap turned him off. Age, it had to be, since he was twenty-nine and tired of the same old, same old. Money, fame, success, and nothing counted anymore. He knew he should be grateful.
How many athletes made it to the Superbowl, not once, not twice, but three times? His head snapped up and a stunned paralysis claimed his limbs.
Character profile for Rolan from Manacled in Monaco (Mediterranean Mambo #1) (page 1)
Those sweet elfin features had haunted his dreams intermittently over the last ten years. Adrenalin surged in his veins and his heartbeat accelerated. That bronze-dusted complexion paled beneath his scrutiny and she swayed, the breakfast tray balanced on manxcled forearms listing back and forth. She swallowed, slapped a palm onto the table cemented to the left, and squeezed her eyes shut.
Then her hold slackened. He tugged the tray away and set it on the table.
Eyes crazy-glued to her delicate, heart-shaped face, raking a quick assessment of the changes over the last ten years, he forgot Cindy, the boat, the injuries plaguing his career, everything save Sarita and sweet memories. The urge to trace the soft curve of her cheek, cup her face, and suck that lower lip, defeated only by a nervous giggle in the background.
Rolan stifled an internal groan and his hands fisted. And the memory of that low throaty voice during their lovemaking cascaded like a waterfall, showering gooseflesh on the back of his neck. Cindy-something, the woman in his bed, began a torrent of idle, valley-girl chit-chat.
It never penetrated his mind and became an irritating background buzz. Rolan slumped into the chair and stared manxcled at the manscled breakfast tray. King of the senior year, dating the cheerleader captain and giving it to her almost every day, his arrogance knew no bounds. At that time in his life, he believed himself invincible. And he was, on the football field.
Little Sarita Khan, from the wrong majacled of the tracks, the product of a mixed marriage, her father from Bombay, her mother an Irish woman with a riot of flaming tresses and the temperament to go with it. What had Sarita seen? Mediterranean Mambo, Book 1 Release Date: Erotic, multicultural, contemporary suspense: Posted by Jianne Carlo at 1: Newer Post Older Post Home.