Welcome to DAY SIX of A Week of Wands, Fangs and Wings -
A Paranormal Book Blog Tour!
Every
day this week, August 15 - 22, we will feature books by EIGHT different authors. What kind of books? Paranormal! What do we
mean by paranormal? Well, just as the title implies: wands, fangs, wings and
everything in between. Pretty much, if it isn’t
real, it might be here. If you enjoy reading all things paranormal, we are
about to hand you heaven on a gilded plate. Or, at least, on your e-reader.
What
do we have in store for you? Excerpts from cool books. A fun Q&A session
with the even-cooler authors who wrote them. A rafflecopter contest in which
you could win a total of ELEVEN
e-books. Wait, let’s note that again, just for clarification.
Eleven.
Books. Free.
Score!
The contest closes at midnight on Thursday, and the winner will be announced
Friday evening, so don’t forget to enter. As if you would. In the meantime,
let’s learn a little about Rosanna Leo. She’s a multi-published erotic romance
author with Liquid Silver Books. Want to know how many books she’s published?
Check out www.rosannaleo.blogspot.com, or Facebook at www.facebook.com/rleoauthor1, or on Twitter @LeoRosanna.
Roseanna had two
books featured on our blog tour. Let’s have a sampling of Predator’s Kiss and Predator’s
Claim, shall we?
Predator’s Kiss is first:
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.
Now, for Predator’s Claim:
He pushed aside one of the
suitcases in his way and backed her up against the sitting room wall. He put
his hands on either side of her head, closing her in, and leaned toward her.
Soaking up the scent of her talc-scented skin and her womanly heat, he inhaled
deeply, knowing she was hot for him. “Did our kiss mean nothing to you?”
She blinked. As she stared at
him, tears threatened, pooling at the corners of her eyes, but she banished
them with another punishing series of blinks. “Nothing.”
Oh, she was good, but he was
better. No kidding a kidder, after all. He wet his lips and pinned his gaze on
hers, which were now trembling ever so slightly. “You’re fooling yourself.”
“I’m not,” she said on a gulp.
“I’m not…”
“Oh yes, you are,” he warned,
his voice low and deep. “But that’s gonna stop here and now, Charles.” He moved
his face closer to hers, bent his head, and dragged his tongue up the length of
her neck. When she gasped, he felt her hold her breath and moved his tongue as
slowly as possible. He ground his hips against her, and his cock thumped
violently against her belly.
She slammed her hands against
the wall behind her, clearly trying to get purchase on anything but him. Even
still, her hips rolled against his in obvious invitation. “I want you to stop,”
she cried. Her chest jerked as the plaint escaped her, and her tears finally
tumbled down her cheeks.
He moved away, just millimeters
so she could breathe. Cupping her face, he stared her right in the eyes. “Say
it again, and maybe I’ll believe you this time.”
“I want you to…” she squeaked.
“What was that? I can’t quite
hear you, princess.”
Her lips wobbled and her eyes
crinkled in what could only be agony of the worst kind. “I want…Oh God! I want you.”
He let out the breath he’d been
holding and shots of heat radiated through him.
Yes!
He took her mouth in a savage
kiss, meant to illustrate his dominance over her. He nipped at her lips, none
too gently, and felt them swell under his touch. Good. That’s how he wanted
her. Plump and overcome and ready for him. Always.
As he drove his
tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers, he heard her groan. Ecstasy made
his cock riot in his pants, and he would have done anything in that moment to
strip her of her clothes and plunge into her sweet moisture. His Charlotte.
His woman. He’d make her his in every sense of the word, and soon.
Enter
the rafflecopter contest below for a chance to win all eleven books featured on
this blog tour. But, if you can’t wait for Predator’s
Kiss and Predator’s Claim, you
can purchase them here, and you’ll be reading in seconds:
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