
Heart of the Incubus, a novella based in my Demons of Infernum world, has released! Here’s a little bit about the story:
Biochemist Cresso Taylor lives the sort of lifestyle most men would envy—he has wealth, natural incubus charm, and more women than he can handle. But it’s not enough anymore. Not after meeting Genevieve Russell, the sexy scientist who works with him at Elcorp Laboratory. And she wants absolutely nothing to do with him.
After her fiancé broke her heart, Genevieve has had enough of womanizers. She’s determined to steer clear of sexy-as-sin Dr. Taylor, despite the fact that his incubus allure makes her want to rip his clothes off. But when a secret admirer’s affection turns to the macabre with threatening notes and grisly gifts, Cresso appoints himself her protector. As she and Cresso hunt her stalker, she discovers there’s a lot more to the sensual incubus than she ever imagined.
It’s now available for only $2.99 on Amazon and should be available at BN.com shortly!
Here are some reviews:
The story flowed smoothly and when the steam picked up, it was very steamy.
This is the 6th book I’ve read by this author, and I’ve loved every single one of them! All of her stories are romantic, steamy, well written, grammatically correct, and definite page turners! I can’t wait for the next one!
–Bitten by Paranormal Romance, 5 Stars! (Read Full Review HERE)
Rosalie Lario has done it again, Heart of an Incubus is addictive, non-stop action, filled with steamy scenes and has you glued to the pages from page one!!
–AwesomeSauce Book Club (Read Full Review HERE)
Want More? You can find the Buy Links for Heart of the Incubus HERE!
Also, Touch of the Angel, Book 3 in the Demons of Infernum series, has been chosen as a Night Owl Reviews Top Pick!! Here’s a snippet from the review:
Each installment to the series seems to get better and better as well as spicier and spicier. Ms. Lario really turns up the heat in this one and I can always count on an exciting love/danger mix in her work. Its stories like these that keep me reading and loving paranormal romance.
–Night Owl Reviews Top Pick, 4 1/2 Stars (Read Full Review HERE)
Want More? You can find the Buy Links for Touch of the Angel HERE, and it’s only $4.99 for the ebook!
Also, check out my Afters Author Dark Spotlight Interview over at Bookwenches!
Thanks for allowing me to Squee about all the great reviews. I’m so glad others enjoy reading about my hot demons as much as I enjoy writing them!!
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Just in time for the post-holidays, guest author Cathleen Ross is here to talk about secrets of the slim…and her latest release, Highlander!
My New Year’s resolution is the same each year: To lose weight not to put it on.
The older I become, the more I write and the bigger I grow – out not up. Last year I decided I needed to do something about it, so I went away with two slim friends instead of my chocolate-loving writer buddies and observed the differences in their living habits.
How did my non-writer girlfriends stay slim year after year? What did they live on? Could I develop some of their successful habits?
Breakfast consisted of one piece of toast or yoghurt and berries
Morning tea - a coffee with skinny milk and no sugar
Lunch – a salad and a serving of protein, one piece of fruit. Sometimes my friends used wrap bread and stuffed it with salad and a protein.
Dinner – steamed vegetables and a serving of protein
One thing I noticed is that my thin friends didn’t snack. Except for the coffee, I never saw them put anything else in their mouths between meals. So I thought I would try this to see if I could lose weight. The most difficult thing for me was cutting down the carbs, especially my midday sandwich. I had to be prepared to make a salad everyday and it had to different enough so that I didn’t get bored.
For the first three weeks I didn’t lose a thing even though I stuck to the diet religiously, then slowly I started to see change. It wasn’t much change – only a pound a week. For the first month I was so hungry, I needed to eat a cup of good quality yogurt before my lunch, otherwise I couldn’t concentrate on my writing the rest of the afternoon. After several months, I didn’t get hungry anymore between meals and could manage not to snack.
The amount of food consumption wasn’t the only difference I noticed between my slim non-writer friends and my chocolate-loving writer buddies.
My slim friends moved at every opportunity. I’m no slouch, I like exercise and walk several times a week, but these women walked every morning and every afternoon. They sought opportunities to move in the way I sought opportunities to write.
What is the one thing we writers have in common? Persistence. It takes hours to write a novel and writers can’t do it moving, consequently we’re not burning calories. However, if I was going to emulate my slim buddies, I needed to channel that persistence and book myself into some no-excuses exercise. I lined up several girlfriends to walk with me every week so I couldn’t bury myself in emails and not bother with the walk, plus I booked and prepaid for a semester of exercise classes.
It took me six months to lose twelve pounds but I did achieve my resolution.
What is your New Year’s resolution?
About the Author:
Cathleen Ross is a writer of erotic romance. She is published with Harlequin and Random House. She is also self-publishing a series of Forbidden Fantasies. Visit her at http://www.cathleenross.com
More About Cathleen’s Books:
Highlander (Forbidden Fantasy)
Highlander is the second of the Forbidden Fantasy stories by best-selling erotic writer, Cathleen Ross. It is a 10,000 word erotic romance set in Scotland. When Sir James Bruce conquers enemy territory, his reward is the hand of beautiful virgin, Lady Isobel McLaird. Although Isobel has no intention of marrying Sir James, he is determined to change her mind by taming her to his touch. Only James has the power to save her imprisoned brother and the stubborn tenacity to win her heart.
Excerpt:
Lady Isobel McLaird spun on her heels at the thunderous noise of metal and hooves approaching the marketplace. Her maid, peasants and livestock scattered as the phalanx of knights drew to a halt, but Isobel stood her ground. At their head was Sir James Bruce, the man who’d once held her and made her yearn for his caresses. Now she hated him. With her heart in her throat, she gathered her skirts to confront him.
“Murderer!” she shouted.
Sir James’s enormous black steed reared at the sound of her sharp cry. Hooves flailed near her head as the fearsome knight fought to keep in his horse in check.
Fear chilled her blood and she stepped back.
After climbing down from his horse and throwing the reins to his page, Sir James took off his helm revealing dark blue eyes, which fixed upon her.
“You’re as beautiful and foolish as you were on the riverbank three years ago, Isobel McLaird.”
When he pushed back his chain mail, she saw his raven hair was cropped shoulder length and his lips were as sensual as ever under his noble nose.
Wet from the river, her shift sticking to her skin, he’d held her. She’d turned her lips up to his to be kissed.
“I was foolish not to have reported your trespass on my father’s lands three years ago. You’re a traitor to King John Balliol and my brother’s murderer.”
He strode towards her, his hand on the hilt of his sword.
Fear rooted her feet to the damp earth of the marketplace. Though the rain had passed and the sun shone, for her, everyday was gloomy because of this knight.
“Have you not noticed that you’ve not an army to defend you now?” A half smile formed on his lips.
“You jest about my people’s destruction, brave men all, led by my brother. Your cruelty does you no merit, Sir.” Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. David and his men would have gone down fighting the stronger Bruce army until the end, determined to give everything for the cause of John Balliol, the true king.
At her accusation, the smile slipped from his face and his eyes held sympathy. “It is a bad day for Scotland when Scotsmen spill the blood of their own. I’ve news for you, my lady, but it comes at a cost. Your brother lives.”
“What?” For a moment, Isobel thought the ground had shifted under her feet. Owen, David’s best friend had seen her brother killed by this knight’s very hand.
“You play with me, Sir.”
“Nay, my lady. I do not jest about a cause so dear to your heart. Take this proof of my words.” He took a piece of parchment from his page and handed it to her.
A buzz of voices swarmed as the villagers gathered around her but Isobel paid them no heed. With trembling fingers she saw the parchment contained her brother’s fine hand.
Her gaze flicked up to meet Sir James’s. “David says the Bruce will no accept ransom.”
“Aye, my cousin, the king will brook no opposition to his claim and your brother is a formidable knight. I warrant my cousin will keep him prisoner. And now I’ll take my price for giving the message.”
Isobel reached for the purse that hung at her waist.
Sir James stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the ground. “Would that I had done this those three years ago by the river. I can’t get you out of my mind.”
She opened her lips to protest, but he planted his mouth hard on hers.
Surprise, hotly followed by indignation rose within her. She slapped her hands on his chest and kicked with her feet, but her toes met body armor. A sharp pain zinged through her foot and she opened her lips further to cry out. The knight taking full advantage, put his lips to hers, moving them in a rhythm. His action was bold. Her blood pumped wildly and sensations she had no name for, rushed through her.
Though she dug her nails into his clothing, the mail he wore under his surcoat resisted her damage. Soon though, her hands stilled as sparks of pleasure shot through her. A sigh left her lips, soft with need.
The knight, perhaps sensing her acquiescence, touched her tongue with his. Isobel jerked back, but he followed the movement of her head, refusing to break his kiss. The impropriety shocked her to the core and yet the repeated gliding sensation of his tongue sent tingles down her spine and the feel of his hot lips on hers drugged her to his wishes.
Pinned to his body by his powerful arms, she was helpless, lost as excitement raced throughout her that was better than riding her horse unbridled and wild.
One of his hands slid under her veil and fisted her hair. The sharp pull of it along with his lips, hot and sensuous, demanded more from her. Seized with an unquenchable fire, she let go, closed her eyes, lost in the new sensations.
Tentatively, she followed the movement of his tongue taking pleasure in the most intimate sensation she’d ever savored. He tasted of ale and virile male. Her nipples tightened under her gown and though the weather was inclement, she thought she was melting.
She’d never experienced anything like this. No man had ever kissed her. His face, though shaven, was still in need of a razor. The barbs on his jaw grazed her cheek and though the soft skin surrounding her lips chaffed, the sensation sent heady bubbles through her blood as if she had sipped on too much of her father’s wine.
“My lady!” her maid screamed.
Aware of her maid’s high-pitched voice and the hum of the villagers witnessing this improper act, Isobel twisted and turned though she thought her hair would rip from her scalp.
“Release me, Sir.”
When he released her hair, she pushed back on his chest with the flat of her hands, aware of his glittering eyes. He did as she asked however, slowly lowering her, but after he placed her on her feet, she noticed his chest rose and fell. The skin on his neck had darkened with blood and she sensed he barely held himself in check.
“What manner of payment is this?” she asked.
“I have no use for your coin, Isobel, but this,” he touched his finger to her lips, “is worth more than any gold.”
http://www.amazon.com/Highlander-Forbidden-Fantasy-ebook/dp/tags-on-product/B005L388OG
Also by Cathleen:
The Lover (Forbidden Fantasy)
http://www.amazon.com/The-Lover-Forbidden-Fantasy-ebook/dp/B005XMPWSU/
The Ice Princess (Forbidden Fantasy)
http://www.amazon.com/Ice-Princess-Forbidden-Fantasy-ebook/dp/B006JP45OM
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