Have I mentioned how much I love when Rosanna comes to visit? Last time she brought a hot, wet shifter, but today we get a God–an actual God, hello Apollo–and Rosanna’s ass.
“DO I LOOK FAT IN THIS ASS?”
I’d like to say a hearty “thank you” to the wonderful Vanessa North for hosting me today. Anytime I get to chat with Vanessa is a good time.
So, I’ve been writing for a while now, and writing about sexy bits and naughty things. It’s unavoidable, after discussing the body parts of perfect Greek gods and randy firemen, that one begins to shine a light on oneself. Of course, probably like any author, I live vicariously through my characters and infuse them with some of my characteristics.
I wonder if any of them got my writer’s ass.
Haven’t heard of writer’s ass? It’s a distant cousin to the more infamous secretary’s ass. You see, in order to write, I must sit on it a great deal. I fear it’s beginning to spread.
Now, from what I understand, my hostess Vanessa is a bit of a runner. I adore running too. I do it once a year for about five minutes. During that time, I sweat profusely, curse up a blue storm and hyperventilate. It scares the neighborhood children. But I love it.
All kidding aside, I can’t help but feel that I need to move more. I keep recalling the old adage, “If you don’t use it, you lose it.” I’d like to lose it…about 10lbs of it. Unfortunately, my obsession with Nutella keeps getting in the way. By the way, I do run for Nutella. I would wave my flabby bits at the Pope for Nutella.
So, what’s an uninspired, lethargic writer to do? Perhaps I should create a character who is a fitness guru…yes, that’s it! I’ll be forced to do exhaustive research, causing me to work out. Or…I’ll just turn on the TV and search for a fitness show while consuming the contents of my pantry. I do like the second option.
Perhaps I should work out more so that I am a sexier creature, one with unending stamina. Think of the fun-filled nights ahead with hubby! Then again, we do have fun sharing a bowl of buttery popcorn on the couch too. And he doesn’t add nearly enough salt, the bum. I need to talk to him about that.
Any ideas on how I can inspire myself to get fit? I’d love to hear them. And in the meantime, I’ll be waiting here…on my ass…cracking open another jar of chocolate and hazelnut goodness.
SUNBURN BY ROSANNA LEO
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 Mexico, a locale that stuns her with its beauty but at which she suffers from some very strange accidents.
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.