I’d like to say a big thank you to my pal Moni for hosting me today! I’m here to promote my new release Predator’s Serenade, book 2 of my Gemini Island Shifters series. I know Monette likes bear shifters, so to thank her, I brought one along.
Monette, I believe you’ve met Soren Snow. (Turns to the big, blond bear shifter) Soren, play nice.
Soren: (eyes Monette with appreciation and smiles) I always play nice. I’ll play extra nice with Ms. Michaels, if she’ll let me.
Rosanna: (bites lip, hoping Monette’s blush isn’t one of mortification) Please excuse him, Moni. Soren can come on a little strong at first, but he’s all heart. Aren’t you, Soren? (elbows the bear shifter in the ribs)
Soren : (doubling over) Right. All heart. Anywhere else you wanna hit me?
Rosanna: (smiling sweetly) Not right now, thanks. Now you’re a bear shifter and a famed rock star. I’d imagine blending these two worlds isn’t always easy for you.
Soren: You could say that. For many years, I muzzled my inner bear, for lack of a better term. When he threatened to misbehave, I just channeled his energy into misbehaving in much more exciting ways. (Arches a brow and allows gaze to roam over Moni’s legs)
Rosanna: Stop looking at my friend’s legs.
Soren: (throws up hands) What? I appreciate beauty. That’s all.
Rosanna : Well, you didn’t appreciate my heroine Gioia’s beauty too much at the start of Predator’s Serenade. What was it you called her? A “little owl of a woman?”
Soren : (snickers) Oh, I appreciated Gioia just fine. (Gaze warms over) I appreciated her a lot more than I was willing to admit at first. Luckily my bear straightened me out quickly. Let’s just say he was a bit more straightforward in his thinking than I was. When he saw Gioia the first time, it was all I could do to stop him from charging her in lust. It was hard to keep a lid on him.
Rosanna: Which brings me to another point! Why are bear shifters so stubborn? You and your brother Ryland from Predator’s Kiss seem to suffer from the same affliction.
Soren: The shifter will always harbor some traits from their animal. Bears are, well, not always the most warm and fuzzy creatures. We’ve been known to get a little, um, ornery.
Rosanna: (smiling devilishly) And has Gioia helped you with that little problem since you’ve mated?
Soren: (narrows eyes at pesky author type) I’d like to think we help each other in many delicious ways that I will never share with you. If I tell you anything, you crazy woman, it’ll all end up in another book. See what happened the first time I confided in you? I became part of a paranormal romance series!
Rosanna: Oh, you’re loving every minute of it. If it weren’t for my book, we’d never be able to come visit with lovely people like Moni.
Soren: (turns to hostess with inviting grin) Speaking of Moni, what is your situation, darlin’?
Rosanna: She’s married! And you’re mated!
Soren: Kidding. Just kidding. You know I adore my Gioia. I’d do anything for that woman. (Stretches his long legs and stands). In fact, if it’s all the same to you ladies, I think I’m going to go cater to that wonderful woman right now. Since we mated, she’s become insatiable and I aim to cash in on some of that action right now. (Kisses Moni on the cheek, gives Rosanna a high-five and heads out the door.)
Rosanna : (looks at Moni, who has fallen off her stool) Moni? Moni? Damn, I knew she liked bear shifters a little too much.
Blurb:
There are three things that make bear shifter Soren Snow’s skin crawl: mothers, their children, and the great outdoors. Soren is a famed musician and playboy, and he would rather spend his days pressing the flesh with the women in his fan club than developing meaningful relationships. When his brother calls in a favor, forcing Soren to revisit the Ursa Fishing Lodge in Northern Ontario, he couldn’t be more displeased. However, he owes his brother big time.
Gioia Clementine would rather not meet Soren, her drummer son’s rock idol. But when tragedy strikes her home, it seems the only one the boy might respond to is Soren. Gioia begrudgingly agrees to let her son meet him, hoping the rock star won’t turn her tween into a musical misogynist.
When Gioia and Soren meet, the sexual chemistry threatens to set the Ontario woodland ablaze. Can these two opposites find a common ground? And can they manage to resolve their unwanted feelings, even when a mysterious stranger arrives at the lodge, threatening everything?
Excerpt:
Gioia followed Soren’s approach with a curious eye. She’d wondered if the miracle kisser would beat a hasty retreat after witnessing her boy fall to pieces, and yet here he was. He wore the same famished look he had right before he’d ruined her for any other man’s kiss. And she felt it too. The tingles between her shoulder blade, the gelatin knees, and trembling lips that wanted to gobble him up.
She couldn’t. She didn’t want to saddle him with such a wreck of a woman or family.
He came right up to her, so close, as if making a mockery of the space that sought to separate them. Weaving his fingers through her hair, he cradled her skull and pulled her close. Tucking her head against his chest, he kissed the top of her head, blazing a trail of hot reaction down her spine. He had new clothes on and smelled fresh and clean. As she breathed him in, he rained soft kisses all over her head.
He knows.
She pulled away, suddenly terrified he’d think she was a travesty of a mother. It’s what anyone would think in his case. They’d wonder what Gioia had done wrong to create a monster child. But as she attempted to remove herself from his grasp, Soren fought her by holding her still. Again she tried jerking away from his wall of a chest. He held her firm.
When she tried two more times, each time unsuccessfully, he looked at her and shouted, “Dammit, woman, I am not letting you go, so you can stop pulling away from me!”
Something in Gioia broke. She’d been carrying her sadness around for so long, trying to be strong, and Soren was offering to be strong for her. For just a moment, maybe she could surrender. God only knew how badly she wanted to give herself to the bear man.
He grabbed her tighter, and his hands slid down to mold over her ass cheeks. His warm breath was all over her face, and she took a dizzying dive into the seas of his eyes. He ground her against him, and she was forced to stand on tip toes.
“Gioia,” he whispered.
She wound her arms about his tense neck, felt him tense further. Then … a sigh somewhere in his big frame and a relaxation in his muscles. As if he needed to have her wound about him. As if it soothed him as much as her.
“Soren. Please.”
As he kissed her, he picked her up, his hands under her bottom. Her miniskirt rode up, and she spared a second to mentally curse her decision to wear it. And then she didn’t care.
Kissing her madly, Soren spirited her into the woods.
Buy link: http://www.lsbooks.com/predators-serenade-p818.php
Author bio:
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, and Sweet Hell. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.
She blogs at www.rosannaleo.blogspot.com
