“GET THAT TURKEY AWAY FROM ME!”
I am delighted to welcome Rosanna Leo to my festive blog on day 3.
Thank you so much to Daisy for hosting me today, and may I wish a hearty season’s greetings to you all!
I come to you today, a sham of a woman. That’s right, I am hanging my head. What could possibly make me feel this way, especially around the holidays?
I have a Christmas secret. Come closer…a little closer. That’s it. Now promise not to tell anyone.
I have never prepared a turkey for Christmas dinner. Yup, you heard right. Never.
Now you must be asking yourself, “What could possibly lead this 40-ish woman to never have contact with Mr. Gobble Gobble?” Well, truth be told, my hubby is an awesome cook. In fact, hubs is a banker by day but fantasizes about being a chef. He’s even taken some culinary courses at the local college and has a few food-inspired tricks up his sleeve. And because he’s a take-charge sort of man, he’s always wanted to do the turkey at Xmas. And little old Rosanna has been more than happy to step aside.
However, now I wonder if I should have made more of an effort to learn how to wash and dress the big bird. After all, every mom knows how to do it, right? Don’t they test you on this sort of thing before handing out the “You are a woman!” card? Perhaps I snuck by on that one…
And now, frankly, I’m afraid to try. I’m worried if I try to prepare a turkey, I’ll end up with it on my head, a la Mr. Bean. Call me squeamish, but I don’t really want to have a squishy Yuletide, with salmonella in my ear and guts in my eye. I think I’ll just let hubby continue…and tell guests I did it.
I’m naughty that way.
In fact, because I’m extra naughty, and because this occasion is a special one for me, I’ve decided to do a little giveaway of my latest paranormal romance Predator’s Serenade, Gemini Island Shifters 2. Leave Daisy and I a comment with your email addy, and you might be bringing home a sexy bear shifting man to, ahem, stuff your turkey!
PREDATOR’S SERENADE BLURB AND EXCERPT
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.
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.
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.
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