Thanks so much to the lovely Dawn for hosting me today! It’s a real pleasure to be here.
Being a writer of erotic romance, I wanted to talk with you about something romance-oriented. And what could be more romantic than the love for one’s spouse? My hubby and I share a special relationship. And there is one reason that really hits home for me. It’s not his kindness and caring. It’s not about how cute he looks in a pair of jeans. It’s not his beautiful blue eyes.
It’s the fact that hubby doesn’t mind my boyfriends.
Now…don’t get me wrong. This isn’t that kind of story! I’ll kindly direct you to the ménage page for that!
What I mean is that since I’ve put pen to paper, I’ve made a career out of envisioning and describing incredible, sexy heroes. It’s my job (sigh) to create men that women will fall in love with. I like to call them my “imaginary boyfriends.”
And of course, I like to discuss my books with my husband. It’s nice to get his feedback. And what, you ask, do those conversations sound like? A little like this:
Rosanna: “Hubby, I have a new idea for a book. I’m going to write about the Greek god Apollo. Oh, he’ll be so hot! He’s gonna be big, really big, with gorgeous blue eyes that sparkle, an amazing smile and very talented in the bedroom…. (Rosanna trails off, dreamy look in her eyes)…So what do you think?”
Hubby: (glancing up from political thriller book) “Uh, sounds great. Go for it.”
Rosanna: “Awesome. I’ll get started right away…oh, but not tonight. Chicago Fire’s on tonight! I can’t miss it. In this episode, Casey and Severide BOTH take their shirts off.”
Hubby: (returning to political thriller) “You’ll enjoy that.”
Rosanna: (pondering) Maybe I should write another firefighter book…God, I love firefighters. Remember that time the local firefighters helped me push my car when it got stuck in the snow?”
Hubby: “Yes, dear. You talked about it every day for a month.”
Rosanna: (getting excited) Maybe I can return to that station, ask for a tour and talk to a few of the men there! See what makes them tick. Check out their turnout pants…see where they sleep…”
Hubby: (shaking head in silence)
Rosanna: Then again, I did want to write another selkie book. (bites lip) God, I love selkie mythology. It’s so drenched in, well, sex.”
Hubby: (looks up again, an eyebrow cocked in my direction). “You’re a horny, old nut. And I love you.”
Rosanna: (blushing) “I love you too.”
See? Isn’t he good to me? The poor, long-suffering man. Although to be fair, I do tolerate his strange Kelly Clarkson fetish…
I guess marriage is all about give and take.
Patience O’Conner is a travel blogger who lives for her work. Her dedication to her readers brings her to the famed Helios Resort in
, a locale
that stuns her with its beauty but at which she suffers from some very strange
Luckily, hunky resort bartender Apollo Delos is always there in the nick of time, a malcontent guardian angel. Apollo stuns Patience again and again with his life-saving abilities, to say nothing of his smoldering looks and apparent desire to keep her alive.
Before long, Patience wonders if there is more to the sexy bartender than mixed cocktails and insane first-aid skills. Something strange is happening at Helios and Apollo doesn’t want to talk about it.
Can Patience open herself up to this enigmatic man, even though she is terrified to be vulnerable again? And can Apollo recover from an eternity of hurt and learn to trust once more? They must both decide before Death comes calling.
She approached the booth, only to find the blond bartender manning it. Her eyes almost popped and she blurted, “You!”
He grinned, but there was still a tightness around his eyes, as if he were sizing her up. “Hello, Patience.” His strained expression said volumes about what he considered to be the unsuitability of her name.
She tried to ignore the sucker punch in her gut, the one that hit her as soon as his deep, velvety voice caressed her eardrums. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the bar?”
His smile grew wider, showing off his perfect white teeth. “I’m everywhere.”
“Clearly.” She forced herself to look away from his gorgeous face, feeling light-headed because of the suns dancing in her eyes, the suns that seemed to come from him. To distract herself, she touched a few of the painted bowls on display. Not that it snuffed out those blasted suns.
He stepped closer. “Do you see anything you like?”
She choked on her saliva and coughed like a victim of the Black Death. He rushed to calm her, putting his hand on her back, massaging. She recovered upon feeling his touch and was hit by the bizarre, fleeting notion his touch made her recover. As if he’d healed her.
Utter nonsense. Yet as much as it was nonsense, her head swam with the bizarre possibility.
“Better?” he asked quietly, his face serious now.
She stared into the man’s eyes. They were blue, so very blue. “Uh, yeah, thanks.” Curiosity got the better of her and the question poured out. “What’s your name anyway?”
He breathed in. “Apollo Delos.”
“Oh, wow,” she said, breaking into a grin. “Just like Apolo Anton Ohno! I loved him on Dancing with the Stars!”
He got a curious look and let out a strange laugh. “Yeah. Just like him.”
Sunburn is available at http://www.lsbooks.com/sunburn-p743.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, Sweet Hell, The Selkie and her newest, Sunburn. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.