Day 3 Rosanna Leo shares a Christmas secret.



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!

Merry Christmas!




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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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


22 thoughts on “Day 3 Rosanna Leo shares a Christmas secret.

  1. Rosanna – I, too, haven’t a clue how to clean and cook a Turkey. But anyone who knows me, knows that I am desperate in the kitchen. Hey, we have more important things to do – right? Like write books! Predator’s Serenade looks fab!

  2. I never mastered turkey-roasting, so if I cook it at all, I opt for a stuffed turkey breast. These days it’s a beef fillet for Christmas dinner – usually cooked on the BBQ 🙂

    Great post Rosanna, and loving the advent calendar, Daisy 🙂

  3. I have a husband who is the direct opposite of yours, whenever friends are coming to dinner, he throws a tea-towel over his shoulder and pretends he has just finished prepping all the meal ready for me to serve. Most of them still believe him – he can burn toast!

    Great excerpt, Rosanna and once again a wonderful cover. Looking forward to reading it. 🙂

    • Thanks for commenting, Diane. I love how your husband claims the credit. I wonder if you had a disaster
      in the kitchen would he say he’d done it? 🙂

    • Thank you Diane! Boy, you and I should swap hubbies, just for fun. You two would eat hearty, and your hubby and I would starve! Thanks for your comments!

  4. I can only remember cooking one turkey (for Thanksgiving). My son worked at a grocery store and they gave their employees turkeys. He brought home the biggest turkey I had ever seen. It took up my whole oven! Luckily, it turned out perfectly. I just couldn’t believe it! Usually, we just buy turkey breasts instead of the whole turkey. 🙂

  5. Rosanna, you lucky woman, you. 😉 I’m luck to also have a Hubby who is a phenomenal cook and will be making turkey soup from the leftover bones (and carcass).

    I’ve already got Rosanna’s books, and highly recommend her smokin’ hot alpha shifters and the strong, snarky and sassy women who tame them. You will NOT be disappointed.

    • Thanks Michelle. Sounds as if we’re both lucky this way! And thanks for the comments about my books. I’m so glad to have you in my corner and glad you enjoy them!

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