Making Nice with Halloween – Rosanna Leo (31 Days of Halloween)

Thanks so much to
Brynna for allowing me to be part of this fun event once again! I’m thrilled to
be here.
Halloween has got
to be one of my favorite moments in the year, but I have somewhat of an uneasy
relationship with it. Don’t get me wrong. I love the fall leaves and costumes.
I adore watching children scramble from house to house. Oh, and I kind of enjoy
the candy (right from my kids’ bags!)
However, I get
scared very easily. I blame my brother. When we were kids, he forced me to
watch Night of the Living Dead, and
I’ve never been the same. And being a child of the 70‘s and 80’s, I sat through
all sorts of movies that involved creepy dudes named Jason and Freddy and
Michael Myers. I still have nightmares sometimes, and they often involve those
masked villains.
So what’s a
Halloween lover to do? Do I cower in my bed with the sheets pulled up once a
year? Do I channel my inner warrior princess and head into the streets, armed
and dangerous?
No. I decided to
embrace my fears. The genre that probably frightens me most is the zombie
genre. Just thinking of those moldy beasts makes my heart speed up…and not in a
good way. However, not long ago, I made the decision to start watching The Walking Dead, because everyone raved
about it. Now please understand: zombies terrify me. I watch a zombie movie,
and have nightmares for weeks. Literally. However, I sat down with my hubby and
watched the first episode. I knew the nightmares would come, and scared myself
silly. But after a few more episodes, guess what happened?
I’m still
scared!! OMG! What was I thinking??
Okay, perhaps I
do still watch The Walking Dead, but
I keep my hand over my eyes a lot of the time. And whenever Rick gets cornered,
I go into conniptions. However, somehow I managed to make nice with my fears.
And that’s made me a stronger person on Halloween. Because I will admit freely
that when I take my sons trick-or-treating, I look over my shoulder a lot. And
should I ever spy a limping, moldy man hobbling after us, I will run like a
freaking berserker and scream my head off.
Perhaps I still
have some work to do.
He’s a rock star shifter on a mission of
mercy, she’s a mother who will do anything for her child. Can a famed playboy
find love with a soccer mom? You’ll be singing the praises of Rosanna Leo’s passionate,
new romance, Predator’s Serenade, Book 2 of the Gemini Island Shifters series.
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
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.
“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.
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