Here are some review comments for White Wolf:
Let me start out by saying WOW!! I loved this book!! White Wolf has something for everybody: mystery, intrigue, betrayal, romance, and some HOT lovin'. I couldn't put it down,
FANTASTIC! I enjoyed Gray and Sorcha’s story immensely. The pages absolutely drip with suspense, mystery, action, and best of all great sex. There are plenty of charismatic secondary characters as well. In fact, I’m sorry Jianne Carlo didn’t write White Wolf as the final book in a series about the entire White clan. I will definitely be watching for more great work from this talented author. White Wolf is a must read!
This novel was riveting. I found my eyes glued to the page, trying to find the connection between everyone and everything. I have to say there is a lot of plot in this story. You not only have the budding romance between wolf and mate, but murder, vandalism, dead animals and the hint of the infamous black wolf cult/clan. Wow, I have to say the plot with the hot encounters is a refreshing change from the norm.
Oh, what a wonderful summer read! Between Gray and Sorcha's passionate encounters and mysteries that keep getting more complex with each turn of the page, Jianne Carlo gives her readers a multitude of reasons to stay up way past bedtime. There's murder, romance, sex, intrigue... and did I mention the sex? Gray and Sorcha have the kind of chemistry that turns up the heat even when they're not scorching the sheets together. Ms. Carlo's descriptive and emotionally rich writing style brings each scene to life. She
White Wolf blurb:
“I’m counting to ten and then I’ll start shooting,” Sheriff Gray White balanced a rifle on one shoulder and held a spotlight at eye level effectively blinding the perp.
“My name’s Sorcha McFadden, officer, and as you can see I’ve been skinny dipping,” his very naked, very sexy perp announced.
Stunned, White Wolf Gray can’t reconcile the nude, auburn-haired nymph, Sorcha, with his little sister’s childhood best friend. Especially when fate and his own body decree her his mate.
At thirteen, Sorcha watched Gray screwing Tonya Hazzard, the captain of the cheerleading team, from her perch in the hayloft. The image of his pumping hips invaded Sorcha's every fantasy, propelled her every climax from that day forward.
They're destined for each other, except... Sorcha doesn't believe in the supernatural, but her life—as well as the answers to the mystery surrounding her parents' murder-suicide fifteen years—earlier depend on it.
Gray's the only thing standing between her and certain death, but her grandmother's last message was "Trust no one."
Does that include Gray?
White Wolf - Excerpt - #2:
Spotting an alcove above the headboard, Gray removed his gun and holster and stashed them in the narrow space. Aware her blue eyes tracked his actions, he tried to get out whole sentences while stripping off his shirt, losing most of the buttons and not giving a crap.
“I'm on fire, honey. It's not going to be long the first time.” The blasted belt finally unbuckled. “Second one will be better. Third will be a nice, slow one.” Zipper down.
The bewildered look on her face made his stomach do a three-hundred-pound clench-and-jerk. “Sorcha, honey, listen to me—You're not a virgin, are you?”
Reddish brown eyebrows climbed to her hairline.
His khakis sunk to his knees. “Honey?”
She covered her face with her hands and mumbled, “No.”
“That's great.” He'd forgotten his boots. Crap. “It'll be okay. It'll work.” His cock knew enough to let his brain continue coaxing as he finished undressing. Snatching a condom packet, he ripped the plastic open with his teeth, then began to slide the rubber on over the crown.
“I'm on the Pill. You don't really need that.”
His mind shut down.
He could go bareback.
Gray shuddered, let the rubber fall from his fingers, and crushed the mattress with both hands. He couldn't look at her.
“Gray?” The little quiver in her voice crashed over him, and a smidgen of rationality seeped into his brain. His head bent, he inhaled deeply and shifted to face her. Wrong move. He groaned as the perfume of her sex emptied all thoughts from his skull.
“Scared?” He needed to know where her mind was at.
Her ivory complexion held no hint of roses, and her eyes widened as she gawked at his cock.
One white tooth clamped her bottom lip. She shook her head and raised those Washington blues to his. Mouth curving, dimples playing peek-a-boo, she replied, “Good scared.”
A hell storm roared through him, boiling desire bubbled and danced in his veins, and he almost climaxed on the spot. Sweat bombarded his forehead, and he clenched his fists, willing himself under control.
Moving slowly, he lay on his side next to her, lifted the stretchy black material of the skimpy halter dress to her waist, and drank in his firsthand view of paradise. Wet and glistening like diamonds of dew on silk, her auburn curls made his mouth go dry.
This first up-close-and-personal glimpse of her pussy would be fixed in his brain forever.
Fitting himself between her legs, Gray stilled for a breath, imprinting the sight of her glazed eyes, half-parted lips, the dreamy expression she wore, in his mind. His head fell back in sheer ecstasy, his balls hanging between her thighs, her cream polishing them so the little hairs quivered and pleaded for more contact. He nudged her with his knees, she let her legs fall open, and he lowered his mouth to her earlobe and bit.
“Yes,” she moaned, the breathy little sound pure music to his ears.
Avoiding her neck, he feathered moist kisses over her face, touching down on arched brows, the ridge of one cheekbone, the corner of her lips. His lips outlined the shape of her rosebud mouth, nibbling on the full lower lip. Sorcha tangled a hand in his hair and opened for him. He swept in to taste her essence. Her hips arched off the bed when he tickled the roof of her mouth, when his tongue teased hers into a pulsing tango.
Her musk giddied his senses.
He couldn't think.
“Breasts. Give one to me.”
Startled azure irises, tiny circles around dilated pupils, met his. She cupped her right breast and offered the globe to him.
Gray had to suckle the whole areola in, had to lap and lick and gnaw until she whimpered those little moans again. He knew the other mound needed him, ached for his mouth, so he let his hand torture the wet one while he persecuted the other rosy peak with his tongue and teeth.
A looong series of double moans.
His balls suffered unbearable cruelty with each cry.
He had to get to pussy.
Had to taste first.
His gaze fixated on her glistening reddish brown curls, trailed succulent, creamy pink folds, and his mouth watered. He'd never seen anything so beautiful. Rational thought vanished. His number one goal—savoring the tang of her cream, imprinting the scent of her musk in his brain forever.
Gray burrowed between her thighs and held them apart, balancing her knees in the crook of his elbows. Prettiest sight he'd ever seen. He buried his nose in her pussy lips, his tongue in her vagina.
She was drenched.
He was so ready.
A stamp of possessiveness rung through him.
He lapped at her clit. Sweet honey, so thick, coating his nose, his mouth, his chin, glazing his face in her scent. He slipped a finger inside her clenching muscles, and she moaned his name—“Gray”—in a quivering voice, over and over, as if she knew she belonged to him.
So close, so close.
He bent to her nubbin and suckled and sawed, all the while thrusting in and out with his finger, increasing the pace, his cock twitching and mimicking the movements he craved. Her hips came off the bed; she clamped down hard on his fingers and yelped, “Gray, Gray, Gray.”
Gray knelt, skittered up the bed until the head of his cock tipped her entrance, holding her thighs apart with his arms.
Slow, slow, savor.
Title: White Wolf
Series Name: White Wolf
Author: Jianne Carlo
Release date: 12/21/2010
Genre: Erotic, paranormal, multicultural, contemporary suspense: m/f
Word Count: 73,771
Hope you enjoy!