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Always in our Hearts

Always in our Hearts.

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Guest Blogger: Rosanna Leo


Many thanks to Emilia Mancini for hosting me today as part of my blog tour for Predator’s Serenade, book 2 of my Gemini Island Shifter series!

Book 1 of this series, Predator’s Kiss, became rather infamous due in part to a sexy scene with my bear shifter hero, my mortal heroine and a certain jar of honey. Yes, they did get quite sticky. In book 2, Predator’s Serenade, I couldn’t help but continue this delectable tradition. I won’t give it away, but hero Soren Snow treats his heroine Gioia to some very playful food time.

You see, I think food play is incredibly sexy. Yes, my bear shifters tend to take great pleasure in making their heroines a living, breathing feast. However, it doesn’t have to be as inventive as that. In real life, food play can be achieved quite simply, and it’s just as sexy. It can be as simple as feeding your lover some sweet berries. Or sharing a bottle of chilled champagne, trailing drips of the nectar over your lover’s stomach. Or even the ever-popular can of whipped cream!

Sex is an activity that employs all our senses, but particularly that of taste. When we kiss, we taste. When a man drags his tongue over his lover’s body, he tastes. When a woman nibbles at her partner’s neck, she tastes. It’s an exquisite sensation, and one I love to exploit in my books. We remember tastes, are stimulated by them. And for an author, it is a wonderful vehicle for expressing an intimate connection.

Think of your favorite food. Is it something you might be willing to introduce to your partner tonight? Will it get your sheets delightfully sticky? Well, I say bring out the sampler and have at it.

You can wash those sheets tomorrow. 😉


Predator's Serenade 


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?


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.

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12957 (167x250)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


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