Rock Stars, Erotic Authors and Bears...oh MY!
Welcome to Oh MY! Monday at Sassy Vixen Publishing. This week I'm thrilled to have another of my "Wicked" friends with us today, author Rosanna Leo. She's here to day to talk about her new release Predator's Kiss (Gemini Island Shifters 1). For those of you who like shifters, you're going to LOVE this one. How about I turn over the reins to our guest so she can tell you all about it. ~The Vixen
A huge thank you to The Vixen for allowing me to play here today.
I’m here today to introduce you to my newest paranormal erotic romance Predator’s Kiss, but I’m here to do something else as well.
I’d like to talk about honey.
Now, you may think it odd that an author would devote a blog post to the sticky condiment, but this is the Sassy Vixen. I’m not here to talk about spreading honey on a piece of toast. I’m here to discuss its sensual qualities. (whoohoo! Sorry, I can't help myself. You're talking about one of my favorite sex props...errr...foods.)
Perhaps it’s best if I first explain that the hero in Predator’s Kiss is a rugged bear shifter from the Northern Ontario backwoods. Are you making a connection yet? I’m sure you are. ;)
Honey has a long history in human consumption, and I’d be willing to bet its history in human seduction is just as extensive. It’s been used as a sweetener, as an offering to the gods, and even during the process of embalming.
My bear shifter Ryland is really only interested in seeing it spread on heroine Lia’s body. I took great pleasure in crafting a love scene between these two characters in which honey plays a huge part. And without giving too much away, let’s just say they’re both quite happy and quite sticky afterward.
I hope you’ll get a chance to pick up a copy of Predator’s Kiss today…to appease your sweet tooth.
Blurb
When his rock star brother arrives, bringing trouble in the form of a possible hitman, Ryland is incensed. He’s been cleaning up Soren’s messes as long as he can remember, and is tired of his brother’s lecherous exploits.
Things go from bad to worse when Lia Goodblood stumbles upon Ryland and his lodge. Yes, the reclusive erotica author is easy on the eyes, but the human woman is more trouble than she’s worth. To say nothing of her bizarre fear of furry creatures.
Ryland determines to rid himself of her presence. But when he learns she’s on the run from a crazed fan, Ryland’s protective bear instincts flare. And the bear won’t be denied.
Adult Excerpt
She was already reviving a few minutes later. Ryland let out a sigh of relief.
Thank God. When he’d first seen the petite woman hurtling through the trees, he’d worried someone was after her. But no one else had barreled behind her. And yet she’d seemed so scared.
They hadn’t helped, presenting her with a couple of snarling bears.
She moaned a little, and the soft sound warmed him, making him hard again. Damn. He glanced around the room, remembered he didn’t exactly tend to stash clothes in guest cabins, and raced for the bathroom. He grabbed a couple of clean towels off the rack and tossed one to Soren. “Cover yourself.”
Soren grinned like a devil and motioned to his nude bottom half. “I can conduct my flirting business much more efficiently this way.”
Ryland glared as he wrapped his lower half in the towel. “Cover yourself or I’ll strangle you with it, lover boy.”
His brother placed the woman’s backpack on the floor and threw the towel about his waist. “Such animosity is really not in keeping with your sainthood, Brother Ryland.”
Ryland ignored him and turned back to the woman. He didn’t know why it mattered so much she recover and feel comfortable in his presence, but it did. Of course, as owner of the lodge, it made sense he didn’t want to see anyone scared or hurt.
Yeah. That’s it. That’s all.
His rationalization did nothing to quell the nervous tremors in his gut, though. Or his excruciating hard-on.
Okay, she’s sorta pretty and has a body made for sin. So what? Get over yourself.
Clearly it had been too long since he’d allowed himself to get lost in a woman’s body for more than a quick fuck. And this woman’s body deserved slow, leisurely loving. Greedy licks. Sensual tugs. Why, her breasts alone were so full and perfect, they just begged one to suck. To say nothing of those rounded hips and soft, womanly ass.
Ryland ran a hand over his face, feeling overly hot. Jesus Christ. Stop thinking like a horny teenager. You sound like Carter.
Besides, she was nothing like him. Human. And if time had taught him anything, it was the pursuit of romance with a nonshifter was a fool’s errand. She didn’t belong here on his resort, on his island. He needed to revive her and get her out of there.
Desperate to relieve the sudden, raging desire shooting up through his body, Ryland forced himself to look away from the woman. In doing so, he caught a glimpse of his brother. Soren was sitting next to her, his gaze contemplative, his eyes trained on her boobs. Ryland realized he didn’t like the way baby brother was looking at her. “Hey.”
Soren looked up. “What?”
“What are you staring at?”
Without batting an eye, Soren turned back to their unexpected guest. “Her. Can’t I stare?”
Ryland’s eyebrows shot up. “Staring at women has already gotten you into trouble. Maybe you should find a new hobby.” He stifled the low growl building in his throat. Now wasn’t the time for brawling, but he didn’t appreciate the way his brother gawked. His cool eye, appraising, as if he’d never seen anything like her before.
“You were checking her out too,” Soren replied.
“No, I wasn’t. I’m not interested in this … person,” Ryland retorted. As he uttered the words, he bit his tongue hard by mistake, as if confirming the words were a lie. “Damn,” he whispered, tasting blood.
“Do you think someone was chasing her?” Soren asked in a pensive tone, picking up one of his drumsticks and stroking it as if it were a lover’s finger.
“I don’t know.” Ryland sat on the other side of her small body and looked her up and down as she lay under the covers. Despite his mistrust of humans, he couldn’t help wondering who would frighten such a tiny, delicate thing. Had someone tried to hurt her? The very idea made him want to bash his head against the wall. Or better yet, bash any lowlife who dared to touch her.
No one touches her but me, his heart declared.
What?
As another stress headache shot through his brain, he wondered at the ferocity and lunacy of the feeling.
You can get your very own copy of Predator's Kiss from Liquid Silver, Amazon and all ebook retail outlets. I'm on my way to get mine and to stock up on the honey! ;)
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Thank God. When he’d first seen the petite woman hurtling through the trees, he’d worried someone was after her. But no one else had barreled behind her. And yet she’d seemed so scared.
They hadn’t helped, presenting her with a couple of snarling bears.
She moaned a little, and the soft sound warmed him, making him hard again. Damn. He glanced around the room, remembered he didn’t exactly tend to stash clothes in guest cabins, and raced for the bathroom. He grabbed a couple of clean towels off the rack and tossed one to Soren. “Cover yourself.”
Soren grinned like a devil and motioned to his nude bottom half. “I can conduct my flirting business much more efficiently this way.”
Ryland glared as he wrapped his lower half in the towel. “Cover yourself or I’ll strangle you with it, lover boy.”
His brother placed the woman’s backpack on the floor and threw the towel about his waist. “Such animosity is really not in keeping with your sainthood, Brother Ryland.”
Ryland ignored him and turned back to the woman. He didn’t know why it mattered so much she recover and feel comfortable in his presence, but it did. Of course, as owner of the lodge, it made sense he didn’t want to see anyone scared or hurt.
Yeah. That’s it. That’s all.
His rationalization did nothing to quell the nervous tremors in his gut, though. Or his excruciating hard-on.
Okay, she’s sorta pretty and has a body made for sin. So what? Get over yourself.
Clearly it had been too long since he’d allowed himself to get lost in a woman’s body for more than a quick fuck. And this woman’s body deserved slow, leisurely loving. Greedy licks. Sensual tugs. Why, her breasts alone were so full and perfect, they just begged one to suck. To say nothing of those rounded hips and soft, womanly ass.
Ryland ran a hand over his face, feeling overly hot. Jesus Christ. Stop thinking like a horny teenager. You sound like Carter.
Besides, she was nothing like him. Human. And if time had taught him anything, it was the pursuit of romance with a nonshifter was a fool’s errand. She didn’t belong here on his resort, on his island. He needed to revive her and get her out of there.
Desperate to relieve the sudden, raging desire shooting up through his body, Ryland forced himself to look away from the woman. In doing so, he caught a glimpse of his brother. Soren was sitting next to her, his gaze contemplative, his eyes trained on her boobs. Ryland realized he didn’t like the way baby brother was looking at her. “Hey.”
Soren looked up. “What?”
“What are you staring at?”
Without batting an eye, Soren turned back to their unexpected guest. “Her. Can’t I stare?”
Ryland’s eyebrows shot up. “Staring at women has already gotten you into trouble. Maybe you should find a new hobby.” He stifled the low growl building in his throat. Now wasn’t the time for brawling, but he didn’t appreciate the way his brother gawked. His cool eye, appraising, as if he’d never seen anything like her before.
“You were checking her out too,” Soren replied.
“No, I wasn’t. I’m not interested in this … person,” Ryland retorted. As he uttered the words, he bit his tongue hard by mistake, as if confirming the words were a lie. “Damn,” he whispered, tasting blood.
“Do you think someone was chasing her?” Soren asked in a pensive tone, picking up one of his drumsticks and stroking it as if it were a lover’s finger.
“I don’t know.” Ryland sat on the other side of her small body and looked her up and down as she lay under the covers. Despite his mistrust of humans, he couldn’t help wondering who would frighten such a tiny, delicate thing. Had someone tried to hurt her? The very idea made him want to bash his head against the wall. Or better yet, bash any lowlife who dared to touch her.
No one touches her but me, his heart declared.
What?
As another stress headache shot through his brain, he wondered at the ferocity and lunacy of the feeling.
You can get your very own copy of Predator's Kiss from Liquid Silver, Amazon and all ebook retail outlets. I'm on my way to get mine and to stock up on the honey! ;)
About the Author
Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author with Liquid Silver Books. Her books include For the Love of a God, Up In Flames, Sweet Hell, The Selkie, Sunburn and her newest Predator’s Kiss. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.
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Thanks so much for hosting me, Sassy Vixen
ReplyDeleteIt was my pleasure, Rosanna! Please come back again when the next book in this series is ready to show off. I love me some bears!
DeleteMmm ... food and sex works for me Rosanna! Looking forward to reading Predator's Kiss!
ReplyDeleteThank you Layne. Food can inspire very sexy feelings, can't it? Thanks for stopping by!
DeleteYummy. You would expect a bear shifter to be especially inventive with honey ;-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting, Allie! Inventive is a good word... ;)
DeleteI love it! Great post, Rosanna!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kimber! I'm so glad you had some time to spend with us!
Deleteooh this sounds wonderful, Rosanna!
ReplyDeleteThank you writery! I appreciate you being here. :)
DeleteSexy book for sure!! Great article :D I actually don't eat honey but use it in food and tea for my kids. I've always been too chicken to try it. Maybe I should ;)
ReplyDeletenot only should you try it, you should stock up on it! Trust me. Once you add it to your "play time" you will be using a lot of it! ;)
DeleteLOL, DX. Well, far be it from me to push you into it, but perhaps Ryland could persuade you??
DeleteI think you got me hooked on bear shifters, girlfriend!
ReplyDeleteWhy, thank you Lynn! My bear is coming right over to say hello...and is bringing honey!
DeleteAwesome Lynn! I'll send one right over...he's hairy and determined to please!! Thanks.
DeleteThis looks like an awesome series! So unique and I'm so not surprised considering the talent of Rosanna Leo! Great and entertaining spot as usual, Sassy V!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your sweet comments, Leanore, and thanks for visiting!
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