Friday, August 30, 2013
Yes, that’s right. I brought a polar bear shifter with me. His name is Soren Snow and he is the hero of my new paranormal romance Predator’s Serenade, Gemini Island Shifters Book 2. Now, Soren is a special kind of guy. Aside from being a shape shifter, this sexy man is also a rock star drummer, and adored all over the world.
Rosanna: Soren, say hi to Lynn.
Soren: (eyeing Lynn with great appreciation) Nothing would give me greater pleasure.
Lynn: *Gulp* uh, hello Soren. So nice having you...here...today...uh....*whispers* You never said he was so...handsome.
Rosanna: (snapping fingers) Soren, eyes up. Over here! Now, how many people are in your fan club right now?
Soren: (drags gaze from Lynn back to Rosanna) I kind of stopped counting after the American chapter became the North American chapter. (laughs) My math’s not that good.
Rosanna: You are one of the few rock stars to transition easily from rock to classical music. Did you get bored of the hard stuff?
Soren : (sexy blue eyes wide open) No way! Classical is just as sexy, though. Did you ever listen to Beethoven. Pure, pumping sex.
Rosanna: (narrows eyes) You do have a thing for sex, don’t you?
Soren: (eyes Lynn once more from top to bottom) Yes, ma’am. Although, Rosanna, I must say, you wound me with your assumptions. I am a mated man, you know.
Lynn: *swears softly* Rats!
Rosanna: Speaking of mates, you had a hard time accepting Gioia, you mate. In fact, I don’t think she was too pleased with you at the start of your story.
Soren : Lies. All of it lies. Gioia adores me. (scratches head) Okay, it’s true. I was sort of a dumbass where she was concerned when we met. However, I have spent every single moment since making it up to her…in increasingly inventive ways. (winks)
Rosanna: How do you feel about being a polar bear in your non-human time?
Soren: I had my issues with it when I was younger, but have reconciled with my inner bear. (Face becomes serious) And my bear was a big help when Gioia was threatened. Let’s just say I have no problem with allowing my bear the opportunity to fight for our mate.
Rosanna: You were a confirmed bachelor before meeting Gioia. How’s mated life treating you?
Soren: (grinning like a devil) It’s delicious. You should really try it some time.
Rosanna: Ahem, perhaps I will. Thank you Soren, and thank you Lynn. You can read more of Soren’s story in Predator’s Serenade. Hope to see you on Gemini Island soon!
Lynn: Thank you, Rosanna, for bringing Soren here...to me...uh, I mean my blog.
Here's a little excerpt from 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.
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.
Buy link: http://www.lsbooks.com/predators-serenade-p818.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, 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 www.rosannaleo.blogspot.com