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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.
I’d like to extend a huge thank you to
Elodie. Thanks so much for hosting me!
I’m here as part of my new blog tour to
celebrate my latest release Predator’s
Kiss. This is a paranormal erotic romance about bear shifters, and you
might wonder why I chose bears.
Well, in doing my research, I discovered
bears are actually very interesting creatures, even the ones who don’t shift!
Plus, there are so many wonderful character quirks you can give a bear.
With wolves, we tend to expect a lot of the
same qualities: intense, pack-like mentality, strong, etc.
Bears don’t quite function the same way.
Did you know that bears can be quite solitary creatures? They don’t tend to live
in packs, and I thought that was a perfect breeding ground for tension between
my bear hero and my human heroine. My bear Ryland really just wants to left in
peace. That doesn’t happen.
Bears also have some interesting mating
rituals. During courtship, a male bear will bite a female bear on her cheek in
order to express his dominance. He doesn’t hurt her, but he shows her who is
boss. Again, this got my wheels turning, and I was able to create some sexy
love scenes based on this behavior.
Oh, and then there’s honey. Bears do love
honey…but perhaps I will just leave that one to your imagination.
I hope you will pick up a copy of Predator’s Kiss, and escape into the
wilds of Northern Ontario with me. Trust me, it’s a sweet place!
Bear shifter Ryland Snow just wants peace.
The peace and quiet afforded him at his woodsy retreat, the Ursa Fishing Lodge.
As owner of the lodge, Ryland enjoys the tranquil life he’s created among his
fellow shifters. He lives to maintain a safe haven for them, away from
meddlesome human eyes.
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.
Read an 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.
Predator’s
Kiss is available at www.lsbooks.com and all ebooksellers.
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