Rosanna and I connected online through Twitter and Facebook and we share the same wonderful editor at Samhain Publishing. Based solely on our social media link I think Rosanna’s one of those people I’d totally click with if I ever met her in person. So here’s a little about her and her upcoming release, VICE:
Someone just gave you the best compliment ever. What was it?
My husband recently complimented me in a way that was uncharacteristic for him. Usually he says the things men do, compliments such as, “You look nice” or “That shirt looks good.” Straightforward, not too flowery. However, a while back, he told me I have “kind eyes.” I blushed and thanked him and gave him a ton of invisible points, to be cashed in the next time we argue.
You have no choice but to live your life from now on as one of your characters. Which character is it and why?
That’s a tough decision to make, but if I had to choose, I’d pick Kate Callender, the heroine from my upcoming Samhain romance, Vice. I don’t want to give away the ending to that book, but let’s just say Kate and I share a passion and she gets to live it. However, she goes through a lot of trouble to get to that point, so perhaps I’ll pick one of my shape shifter heroines instead and live life as a sexy wild woman.
You can never write another work of fiction. What will you do instead?
Just reading this question makes my heart hurt. If I was told I could never write again, the men in white coats would likely have to cart me away to a padded room. Writing is my therapy and my consolation. But if I couldn’t do it any longer, I’d probably become a professional tour guide and travel all over the world.
You get a month off from your regular personal life and writing routine. You can spend it doing which of the following? Feel free to elaborate.
Other (fill in the blank)
Ha! See? I love traveling so I pick that one. If I had a month to do whatever I wanted, hubby and I would head to Great Britain and stay in a cute cottage. From that base, we’d tour the country, meandering over moors and exploring castles. I’m a history nut and studied a lot of British history so I’d love to spend a significant amount of time there.
You get one do-over from your life so far. What is it?
I’m not much of a believer in do-overs because I feel everything happens for a reason. Even still, I’d love to revisit my insecure teen years in order to talk some sense into myself. It would be great to have an opportunity to show that girl life isn’t so bad. I was pretty impressionable in those years and got hurt a lot. I wish I knew then what I knew now. I wish I’d relaxed more.
VICE BY ROSANNA LEO
He’s much more than a bad habit.
As a Vegas singer and volunteer counselor, Kate Callender has experienced life on both sides of Sin City’s bright lights. The thrill of performing, and gambling’s devastating effect on the addicts’ families.
Liam Doyle is just the kind of man she despises—a handsome, enigmatic businessman with a knack for seducing customers into his casino hotels. Determined to put a lid on his growing influence, she prepares to picket the opening of his newest casino, Vice.
When Liam spots the lone protestor hassling his customers, annoyance wars with instant attraction. And he quickly discovers the leggy redhead not only can’t be bought, she tempts him the way the sound of a roulette wheel lures a gambler.
They are natural enemies, but when a vile attack sparks Liam’s protective instincts, they begin a sexual odyssey that dances on the edge of addiction. Dangerously close to losing control…and losing themselves.
Warning: Contains a sexy, damaged hero who’d really rather just be having sex, and a no-nonsense redhead who makes him want to roll the dice on love just one more time.
He meandered toward her and forced a smile. “You seem to have had a busy day.”
She whipped around and her eyes widened. He saw her give him a quick once-over. Did she like what she saw? Interesting. There was some perverse satisfaction in that.
“It has been busy.” She narrowed her hazel eyes at him. “Do you work here?”
So, she didn’t recognize him. Good. “Yes, ma’am, I do.” He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded, noting how her gaze dropped to his exposed forearms. Her lips parted. Clearly, working out had its merits. “And word inside is you’ve upset the big boss.”
Her nostrils flared as she dragged her gaze away from his arms. “About time.” She put her sign down and picked up her purse. “Do you know Liam Doyle?”
“I’ve heard one or two things about him.”
She stepped closer and her lips did the most amazing thing, curling into a flirtatious semi-smile. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to share them with me? The other guy kept on sucking up about him as if he was wearing a wire.” She paused. “You’re not wearing a wire, are you?”
He laughed out loud. He couldn’t help it. This was way too much fun. He sidled close to her, leaned in conspiratorially, and put a hand on her elbow. Her very soft elbow. “I’m not wearing a wire. But are you sure you want to know the truth about Doyle? I don’t know if you can handle it.”
She gawked at him and then at his lips. Her voice came out in a whisper. “Try me.”
He murmured in her ear, taking note of her lilac scent. “Well, I hear at midnight he sprouts black wings and horns. And he’s always searching for innocent maidens to add to his coven.” He bit on his bottom lip, suddenly wishing he was gnawing on hers.
At first, her eyelids did this fluttery thing that made his imported pants spring to life. But then she blinked and began to laugh. “And here I thought I was dealing with a mere businessman. I didn’t realize Doyle was cousins with Lucifer.”
“What’s your name?”
She regarded him from out of the side of her eye, her mouth still bearing the same flirty grin. “What’s yours?”
“Consider me a friend who wants to give you some advice.”
The smile disappeared from her face. “And what would that be?”
“Don’t mess with Liam Doyle. He doesn’t take to it kindly.”
The coquettish shine in her eyes hardened. “Is that a threat?”
“No, sugar. That’s not my style.”
“What exactly do you do here? Are you in security?”
“Never mind that.” He waved his hand. “Look, you’ve had your fun. Why don’t you run along home now?”
She reached for her sign and tucked it under her arm. “I will go where I damn well please. And you can tell your friend Mr. Doyle to expect me tomorrow. Maybe next time he’ll be brave enough to confront me himself.” She turned on her heel and walked down the manicured pathway leading to the taxi bay.
Liam stared at her ass as she walked away. Brave?
Game on, sugar. He’d show her brave.
Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author. Several of her books about Greek gods, selkies and shape shifters have been named Top Picks at Night Owl Romance and The Romance Reviews.
From Toronto, Canada, Rosanna occupies a house in the suburbs with her long-suffering husband, their two hungry sons and a tabby cat named Sweetie. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.
A library employee by day, she is honored to be a member of the league of naughty librarians who also happen to write romance. Rosanna blogs at www.rosannaleoauthor.wordpress.com
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Rosanna-Leo/e/B007X5P4I8