Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Rosanna Leo is in the House!!

Hi, naughty readers! I'm so happy to have my blog sister and friend, Rosanna Leo, here today. If you haven't had time to check out her Gemini Shifter series, you should do that pronto! 

Welcome, Rosanna Leo!

I’d like to offer my pal Parker a huge thank you for hosting me today. It’s always a pleasure to be here.

I’m here as part of my blog tour for Predator’s Refuge, Gemini Island Shifters 3. In some respects, I can honestly say this is one of my hottest works to date. I’ve never been a writer who explores her characters’ kinky sides, preferring to leave some things to the imagination, but I allowed myself to go further in this book.

You see, my hero Anton Gaspar is a tiger shifter. As I mention in the book, tigers are predators but also very much prey to their sensual appetites. When Anton is attracted to heroine Marci, first by her incredible scent, and then by her appearance, he is already bombarded. Sensual overload, if you will. And it becomes very hard for him to ignore.

When they do succumb, it’s a case of sexual fireworks going off. And because the nature of their physical relationship is so fiery and intense, the sex had to reflect this. Now, I am not a writer of the BDSM genre, but even Anton indulges in some spanking play, and he makes no apologies for it. Their sexual play takes them to places neither of them have explored before and the emotions accompanying their actions are deep and unforgettable.

I hope you’ll get a chance to visit Gemini Island and spend some quality time with my shifter friends.

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Lynx shifter Marci Lennox has worked at the shifter-friendly Ursa Fishing Lodge and Resort all her adult life. It’s more a home to her than a job. When her boss goes on vacation, putting her in charge, Marci is thrilled. Finally a chance to prove she has the mettle to run a resort.

Her confidence is shaken when new employee Anton Gaspar appears. One look at the mysterious tiger shifter spells trouble for Marci and for her sex-crazed lynx. Anton is judgmental, condescending, and a little misogynistic. Unfortunately, Marci’s lynx thinks his tiger is more delicious than an oversized bag of Maltesers.

It becomes difficult for Marci to remain neutral near Anton, especially when she learns of his troubling past and unusual family circumstances. However, when dangerous incidents occur on the resort, the lynx woman and tiger man join forces to combat the threat to the lodge and its guests.

Harder still is the quest to combat their explosive feelings for one another. As they explore their mutual passion, they realize the danger at the resort is more insidious than they ever envisioned. Their dreams, their love, and their very lives are at stake.

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Immediately, the fragrance hit him, activating his Jacobson’s organ. He swallowed, tasting it on his tongue and at the back of his throat, and wondered if he was mistaken.

No, how could he mistake the unique scent of a female cat in heat? It was too delicious a scent to forget. Sweetness coated his taste buds, winding a delirious path down his throat. As his head swam, he blinked and tried to clear his thoughts of the sexual imagery racing through it.

The scent did not belong to another tiger shifter, but some other type of predatory cat. One whose perfume he hadn’t sampled before. One who must be particular to this region. Cougar? No. Mountain lion? Surely not.

Whatever she was, her scent teased him with its delicious flavor.

Don’t, he warned himself. Wasn’t it enough that he spent the last few years of his existence trying to escape the sick wiles of the grasping women at court? And God only knew how hard he’d worked to maintain a state of abstinence at Pannonhalma, devoting his life to meditation. He’d come here to work, not lose himself in a sweet piece of…

Stop it. This was no time to think of pussy, even though he’d never been more desperate for a taste of creaming woman.

His tiger howled inside him, hungry for that which it had been denied for almost two years.

Still the perfume, more intoxicating than any he’d known, wafted toward him. He wanted to close his eyes and drink it in. The unyielding power of the aroma could make him forget his vows. Granted, he wasn’t really a monk, but he had followed the monastic lifestyle from day one at Pannonhalma. The purity in the monk’s life had been the very thing he’d required to get his life back on track.

So why did he want to find the source of the scent and fuck her until she begged alternately for mercy and for more? Her need seemed strong. Whoever this lady cat was, she must be in dire agony for her scent to be so powerful.

None of his business.

Mentally caging the growling tiger inside him, he shook his head and approached the front desk. He dropped his luggage and cleared his throat at the woman working there. Her head had been down as she read some reports, but she looked up now.

“Welcome to the Ursa…” Her jaw fell open and her sentence hung in the air, unfinished and clearly forgotten.

Well, well. A beautiful little lynx.  

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Predator’s Refuge is available at and all e-outlets.

The Gemini Island Shifter series, by Rosanna Leo

Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author with Liquid Silver Books who lives and breathes paranormal romance. Several of her books about Greek gods, selkies and shape shifters have been named Night Owl Romance and Two Lips Recommended Reads. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair. 

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Seducing Kate, by Emilia Mancini

I'm excited to have the lovely Emilia Mancini with me today! Take it away, Em!

Thanks so much for having me, Parker! I am so excited to share my new release Seducing Kate!

This book really is a labor of love for me. My editor was a beast on this one…and in the best possible way. This is my first attempt to write a first person POV. And I chose to do it through the eyes of a twenty-two-year-old male! What was I thinking??

I’ll tell you what I was thinking. I was thinking that this book deserved a deeper look into Kyle’s motives, because quite frankly when I started this erotic novel in the third person, Kyle was coming across as a total creeper.

He’s developing his sexual appetite, and stumbles upon a chance to be a bit voyeuristic very early in the book. When I was writing this as a third person point of view, I just couldn’t seem to get deep enough into Kyle’s thought process to not make what he was doing come across as perverse.

I set the book aside for a few months, all the while having these two characters nagging at me to write their story. Finally, it struck me to tell this affair through Kyle’s eyes and suddenly the book just stared pouring out of me. It was a struggle and still a bit rough when my editor got her hands on it, but she helped me perfect his voice and I couldn’t be more pleased with how this book turned out.

Though it is through Kyle’s eyes, we see that he is not some stalker/pervert, but a guy with a healthy sexual appetite and desires to be with a woman he can’t resist. And though we never get into Kate’s head, though Kyle’s words and perception of her actions, we see her struggle with her attraction to a younger man, her final acceptance, and her guidance as they delve into sexual play that he is unfamiliar with.

I enjoyed doing this so much, I’m already considering another male first person POV erotic novel.

As part of my release celebration, I am offering you a chance to enter to win not only a copy of Seducing Kate, but also a Silk Rope Set which includes wrist and ankle binds and a satin blindfold. (You’ll want these after reading the book, I’m just helping you out.)

Comment below,  and on any of the blogs along my tour (listed on  for a chance to win. The winner will be notified February 1st.

Emilia Mancini is the naughtier side to author Marci Boudreaux. Emilia stays hidden in the shadows like a nefarious side kick, slipping out only when the stories Marci wants to share are a little too grown up to be called  sweet romance.

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It was lust at first sight for Kyle when he met his roommate Justin's mother Kate. Kyle, a college transfer, was too far from home to visit on short school breaks, so Justin took him to Minneapolis where is mother was serving up a family meal for Thanksgiving.

One look left Kyle with a healthy obsession for Kate which grew with each visit. When he landed an internship in Minneapolis, he moved in with Kate for the summer, and got in touch with his voyeuristic side. It wasn't until one late evening and a few too many glasses of wine that Kyle began to suspect his attraction wasn't one-sided.

When he dared to push the issue, he found Kate more than willing to succumb to his seduction.


I’d barely spent time with Kate, just a few minutes in the kitchen before John had come strutting in. I had sat across from her at dinner making awkward conversation while Justin and John glared at each other over the spaghetti and garlic bread. It wasn’t like she’d crawled across the floor half naked and begged me to fuck her.

What the hell was it about her? Sure she was beautiful, but I’d dated beautiful women. None of them had pushed me to the point of obsession. I wanted nothing more than to throw Kate down and fuck her until she screamed. Not cried out like she had moments ago, but screamed. And dug her nails in my back. And wrapped her legs so tight around me I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know why. All I knew was my body was borderline insane with lust, and my dick was so hard it hurt.


I turned the cold water on and splashed my face a few times to snap out of the Kate-induced haze. When I was finally able to think about something other than having sex with her, I went back downstairs.

I tried like hell to focus on the game, but my mind kept wandering. No, it wasn’t wandering. It was reliving my trip upstairs, from the groans, to the flash of tit, to the blush on Kate’s cheeks.

I held out for another hour of video games before I couldn’t take the agony of wanting her any longer. I went up to my room and slipped between the cool sheets of the guest bed. I put a sock over my dick and got off to images of my roommate’s mother.

I pictured her pale ass sticking in the air as I gripped her hips and slid into her tight pussy. I imagined my fist tangled in her hair as she sucked my cock. I even fantasized about her standing over me in black heels and a tight business suit as she ordered me to jerk myself harder.

As I came—hard—I wondered how I was ever going to control myself around her.

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