Today we welcome the amazing and wonderful Ms. Rosanna Leo, one of my cohorts in crime over at Love, Lust and Laptops.
I’d like to begin by saying a big thank you to the lovely Emilia Mancini. I’m so pleased to be part of Love, Lust and Laptops with Emilia and proud to be a pub sister with her at Liquid Silver Books.
Of course, Emilia and I are in the love business. Now, don’t get your hackles up- it’s not quite as dirty as it sounds. We are erotic romance authors. And proud to be so.
Why erotic romance for me? Frankly, I adore the rush I get writing and reading it.
Besides, it became clear early on in my writing career that other forms of writing just didn’t appeal, or didn’t sit well with me anyway.
Take mystery writing, for example. I truly admire a good mystery writer. However, it takes too much forethought for someone with my scattered mind. I’m a bit of a pantster- I have plot ideas in mind, but don’t outline before I write. I find it too constricting. In mystery, you need to have an idea where you’re going ahead of time. If I attempted mystery, I’d get impatient, kill off the whole ensemble of characters and walk off in search of a burger. Not for me.
Then there’s sci-fi. Again, kudos to these writers, but it’s not for me. I know Captain Kirk had a few flings with green alien ladies, but no grand passions. Somehow, I just can’t look at a pic of a man with two heads, orange skin and scales and think, “Hmm, sexy.”
Of course, I could attempt political satire or government thrillers. I could also slit my own wrists. I get depressed enough hearing about government corruption on the news! I certainly don’t feel like writing about it.
I suppose I could even try sweet romance, you know, romance without the hoochy-coochy. It would never work. I need some hoochy-coochy.
So there you have it. I need my erotic romance. It keeps me sane, healthy and happy. It puts a spring in my step and a smile on my face. It gives me inspiration to approach hubby at night and say, with a twinkle in my eye, “Hey, I just read something interesting…wanna give it a go?”
No, I’ll never change. 🙂
SUNBURN BY ROSANNA LEO
Patience O’Conner is a travel blogger who lives for her work. Her dedication to her readers brings her to the famed Helios Resort in Mexico, a locale that stuns her with its beauty but at which she suffers from some very strange accidents.
Luckily, hunky resort bartender Apollo Delos is always there in the nick of time, a malcontent guardian angel. Apollo stuns Patience again and again with his life-saving abilities, to say nothing of his smoldering looks and apparent desire to keep her alive.
Before long, Patience wonders if there is more to the sexy bartender than mixed cocktails and insane first-aid skills. Something strange is happening at Helios and Apollo doesn’t want to talk about it.
Can Patience open herself up to this enigmatic man, even though she is terrified to be vulnerable again? And can Apollo recover from an eternity of hurt and learn to trust once more? They must both decide before Death comes calling.
She approached the booth, only to find the blond bartender manning it. Her eyes almost popped and she blurted, “You!”
He grinned, but there was still a tightness around his eyes, as if he were sizing her up. “Hello, Patience.” His strained expression said volumes about what he considered to be the unsuitability of her name.
She tried to ignore the sucker punch in her gut, the one that hit her as soon as his deep, velvety voice caressed her eardrums. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the bar?”
His smile grew wider, showing off his perfect white teeth. “I’m everywhere.”
“Clearly.” She forced herself to look away from his gorgeous face, feeling light-headed because of the suns dancing in her eyes, the suns that seemed to come from him. To distract herself, she touched a few of the painted bowls on display. Not that it snuffed out those blasted suns.
He stepped closer. “Do you see anything you like?”
She choked on her saliva and coughed like a victim of the Black Death. He rushed to calm her, putting his hand on her back, massaging. She recovered upon feeling his touch and was hit by the bizarre, fleeting notion his touch made her recover. As if he’d healed her.
Utter nonsense. Yet as much as it was nonsense, her head swam with the bizarre possibility.
“Better?” he asked quietly, his face serious now.
She stared into the man’s eyes. They were blue, so very blue. “Uh, yeah, thanks.” Curiosity got the better of her and the question poured out. “What’s your name anyway?”
He breathed in. “Apollo Delos.”
“Oh, wow,” she said, breaking into a grin. “Just like Apolo Anton Ohno! I loved him on Dancing with the Stars!”
He got a curious look and let out a strange laugh. “Yeah. Just like him.”
Sunburn is available at http://www.lsbooks.com/sunburn-p743.php
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 and her newest, Sunburn. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.