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Wednesday, August 26, 2015

New Release: Predator's Trinity by Rosanna Leo


Thanks very much to Shiloh for hosting me as I continue my blog tour for Predator’s Trinity, Gemini Island Shifters 6, my latest paranormal romance.

Of all my shape shifter romances, I can honestly say this one is the most epic. After building a conflict in one of the subplots mid-way through the series, it finally comes to a head in book 6. The Alpha Brethren, a cult of vicious shape shifters, has been quietly plaguing the good guys from the Ursa Fishing Lodge and Resort on Gemini Island. And my good guys won’t stand for it anymore.

What began as a disagreement in a dysfunctional family has exploded into turmoil that affects all my characters. Even before I started this one, I knew it would culminate with a shape shifter battle royale, and I was so excited to write that scene.

We have bears and tigers and jaguars fighting each other, as my honorable protagonists protect their home. Huge animal bodies slam into each other. We see bird of prey shifters slicing through the air, dive-bombing the bad guys. There are broken bones, bloodied limbs and serious casualties. Throughout it all, we are never sure who will live and who will die.

But I still bring you a happy ending.

Want to know more? Well, you’ll just have to read on!

Librarian Suzan Marsh is an empath and has always felt assaulted by the feelings of others. She has had to distance herself from the people in her life, raising a mental barrier to ward off unwanted emotions. When wolf shifter August Crane abducts her, he breaks through the walls she constructed, forcing her to accept a frightening new truth.

Jaguar shifter twins Percy and Byron Moon are familiar with the evil ways of August Crane. Because of him, their childhood was destroyed. Because of him, their way of life at the peaceful Ursa Fishing Lodge and Resort is threatened. And they won’t rest until he is dead.

When Crane drags Suzan into his cult and decides to make her his “concubine,” Percy and Byron know they must save the human woman. Their connection to her is strong and they cannot deny the dream they always held close. That they could share a woman and make her their mate.

But even after rescuing Suzan, none of them are free from Crane’s clutches. The wolf shifter has plans, ones that involve the demise of every shape shifter at the Ursa Resort. Not only must Percy and Byron keep Suzan safe, they must convince her to accept them both. In order to stop Crane from hurting everyone they love, they must learn to fight together.


After her shower, she toweled off and dressed in the clothes provided, choosing a pretty green V-neck T-shirt to accompany the jeans. Everything fit perfectly, from underwear to outerwear, as if the Moons had already known her. It boggled her mind, but she couldn’t lose the sensation they were connected by more than just circumstance. Her instincts never lied. After slipping into a pair of soft white socks, she made her way toward the kitchen.

She heard Byron and Percy before she saw them and stopped to catch an excited breath. When she heard what they said, she paused a moment longer.

“How’s your jaguar holding up?” Byron asked his brother.

She knew it was Byron. Despite them being identical twins, there were slight differences in their voices. Byron’s was the smoother voice. Percy’s had the odd touch of sexy gravel.

“My dumb cat,” replied Percy on a near growl, “was up all night long. He keeps pawing at me, trying to get to her.”

Her? As the burn of jealousy sizzled in Suzan’s gut, she gnawed on her bottom lip in a futile attempt to quell it. Maybe Percy had a girlfriend and he was dying to see her. Maybe he couldn’t wait to escape the cabin so he could meet up with this woman and, well, let his jaguar loose.

“Yeah,” Byron said. “My cat’s in agony, too. I think my ribs are black and blue inside, it pounds them so much.”

Oh, great. She wasn’t sure why this information astounded her. Of course men like them would have girlfriends. Hell, they might have mates. She hadn’t bothered to ask, had she? She’d already heard the mate bond was a powerful thing, that it would drive any shifter to distraction, both sexually and emotionally. Why had she been na├»ve enough to think these men might be single? She knew enough to know the good ones were always taken.

She’d been so stupid to think they had a bond. Bullshit. Clearly, her empathic tendencies had let her down for the first time.

“I can’t believe how quickly my jag … recognized Suzi,” said Percy.

Oh. Last she heard, she was the only Suzi around here.

Byron grunted. “I feel the same way. I’ve never felt like this. My head’s not working properly. Fuck, I couldn’t even hold a bowl of eggs without losing it. Percy, we need to discuss things. Seriously.”

“I know.”

“If Suzi is the one we’re meant to share, we can’t afford to make any wrong moves, especially with Crane in the picture. We need to support her and not let our egos get in the way.”


If Suzi is the one we’re meant to share…

Holy hell.

Predator’s Trinity is released August 24 at

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Author bio:

Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author. Several of her books about Greek gods, selkies and shape shifters have been named Top Picks at Night Owl Romance and The Romance Reviews.

From Toronto, Canada, Rosanna occupies a house in the suburbs with her long-suffering husband, their two hungry sons and a tabby cat named Sweetie. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.

A library employee by day, she is honored to be a member of the league of naughty librarians who also happen to write romance. Rosanna blogs at

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Midnight Caller Inspiration by Haley Whitehall #Erotic #Historical #Romance

I have Haley Whitehall on my blog today. She is celebrating the re-release of her interracial/African-American historical romance Midnight Caller. Isn't the cover HOT?

Thanks for having me again, Shiloh!

What inspired you to write Midnight Caller? I've gotten that question a lot. Apparently an African-American man working as a gigolo in the Reconstruction Era South blows some readers minds.

While reading Black Life on the Mississippi by Thomas C. Buchanan I came across the historical account of white women from Louisville, Kentucky willing to make “a connection” with African-American steamboat workers.
The account I read involved the prominent women of the Ward family paying the steward aboard the steamboat five dollars to sleep with them in their stateroom. While there is something to be said about a refined man, as stewards were, I much prefer the rough and rugged type.
My writing partner Eva Lefoy started teasing me about the roustabouts working on the steamboats. They were tall and muscular, often worked shirtless sweat drenching their rock hard bodies… needless to say, that got me excited and Frederick was born.
After Frederick was emancipated he continues to work on the Comet as a roustabout and moonlights as a prostitute trying to save up money to buy some land. He doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life on the water. At twenty-five he is getting to that age he wants to find a wife and settle down. He thought he’d never fall for any of the white women he serviced. They were mostly old widows … but Emma was different.
At first sight he knows he’ll have the privilege of sleeping with an angel. She was petite with a generous bosom, a charming smile and dazzling hazel eyes. He is going to enjoy servicing her, but realizes his heart was in trouble. 


Life without love is painful, but in the Reconstruction Era South forbidden fruit can be deadly. A fiery romance between a widow and an African-American man has more consequences than either of them imagined.

Slavery has ended, but racial prejudice remains in Kentucky. Emma Bennett guards a secret that could destroy her life. Until now she never considered the price of her security. Becoming a well-respected member in Louisville had seemed a dream come true, but at what cost?

Her husband’s death from a carriage accident releases Emma from her loveless, controlling marriage. Now she has a chance to find happiness and raise a family. But before she begins courting again she wants to experience her freedom. At the advice of the leading socialite in town, she takes a black lover to fulfill her sexual needs. His raw masculine power awakens feelings she didn’t know existed. After the first touch, she craves more.

Frederick works as a roustabout by day and moonlights as a prostitute. He knows better than to fall in love with his white client, but Emma enchants him the first time he calls on her. To keep them both safe, he works hard to put up barriers. Unfortunately, he can’t protect Emma from the slimy Mr. Hawthorne, who wants her as his bride. Frederick vows to keep her safe even if his forbidden love costs him his life.


“Are you all right, angel?”

He just called her angel. Was he trying to seduce her or was he just good at his job? It felt like a jar of butterflies had been released in her chest.

After a moment her body relaxed. “Yes,” she said. “I’m ready.”

Her neglected body betrayed her desire to savor the moment. In only a couple thrusts she entered ecstasy. Her channel gripped onto him as if she didn’t want to let him go. And she didn’t. She couldn’t. Her body was on fire, her blood pounding, and she felt as if she were exploding apart. He filled her . . . he held her. She had never felt so alive, so cared for, so contented in her life.

She rode her climax, his arms wrapped around her. She felt as if she was flying and she never wanted to touch the ground. He could carry her across the entire South. The aftershocks ended too soon, despite Frederick’s best efforts to prolong her pleasure. When she softened into his embrace, he ceased his movements.

She gave him a questioning look. Didn’t he need a release? Mrs. Dimshire had ensured her they always pulled out, but he hadn’t even gotten that far. “Why did you stop?” She panted, trying to regulate her breathing.

“I am here to service you, my lady. Not myself.” He eased her back on to the mattress and again supported himself with his rippled arms.

Emma frowned. There it was again. Another reminder she was just a client. One of the many women he had slept with. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She was going to enjoy the rest of the evening.

“Then,” she said, running her fingers through his hair, “I want you to continue. I want to watch your pleasure. You may come on me.”

An erotic darkness laced his eyes, turning them almost black. She held his gaze as he began pumping again, building up to a frantic rhythm. He throbbed inside her. Sweat glistened on his forehead and chest making him even more appetizing.

The tingles of pleasure rippled through her again, slowly building with each thrust. The longer he stayed inside her the more she enjoyed the slick heat.

He pulled out, stiffened, and tilted his head back. Arms quivering, he let out a quiet roar and came all over her chest.

If only he had said her name.

The hot sticky liquid pooled between her breasts.

She framed his face with her hands and they kissed while his release ebbed. Sparks flew and the air ignited. When she pulled back he let out a satisfied sigh.

Immediately she missed the feeling of them being one. They had fit together so perfectly despite the fact he towered over her. She longed to feel that deep connection again.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“Mmm-hmm.” He incited sensations she had never felt before and now her body was fully alive. She knew if she begged for more, he would comply. But that did not seem ladylike. Coupling wasn’t supposed to feel this good, was it?

“Let me clean you up.”

Hank had come on her many times. She didn’t mind. It was nothing a wet cloth couldn’t wipe off.

His brown eyes held a question, and she realized he was waiting for permission. “All right.”

The wet cloth never came. Frederick straddled her again and his tongue dipped down to lick up his mess. She inhaled sharply and Frederick let out a soft laugh. For the man who had been so careful, so reserved, this seemed like a victory. She glimpsed his inner feelings. This wasn’t all just an act. He truly did enjoy pleasuring her.

His warm tongue lapped at her sensitive flesh, bringing the nerve endings even more alive, and she didn’t think that possible. Her entire body called out to him, pleaded for his touch.

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About the Author
Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historical romance set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy.

Previous Books:         

Midnight Caller – Moonlight Romance Book 1
Midnight Heat – Moonlight Romance Book 2
Midnight Kiss – Moonlight Romance Book 3
Soldier in Her Lap
Wild and Tender Care
Civil War Valentine
Caged Bird
Alpha's Voodoo