Friday, February 3, 2012
Authors After Dark spotlight interview with author Rosalie Lario
Please welcome author Rosalie Lario
Would you tell everyone a little about yourself? My name is Rosalie Lario and I’m the author of two separate paranormal romance series: the Demons of Infernum, featuring half-demon brothers who work as interdimensional bounty hunters, and The Fallen Warriors, featuring fallen angels on a mission to save Earth. I live in the sunny (and oft oppressively hot) locale of Florida.
What sub-genre do you write? I write sexy paranormal romance.
Who/what is your writing muse? And in what environment or conditions do you write? I’m a very visual person, so when I’m imagining a character I have to find someone who embodies that character in my mind. That person will then act as my muse. For example, my inspiration for Cresso in Heart of the Incubus (a novella in my Demons of Infernum series), was Beiron Andersson. As for environment, I usually write at my desk at home, but every once in awhile I’ll mix it up by heading to a bookstore or café.
What are you working on at this time? I’m currently writing Call of the Siren, #4 in my Demons of Infernum series. This story features Dagan, the youngest Meyers brother, who is half demon, half siren.
Fun questions of what you prefer
1. Dog or Cat? Ferret! I’ve had 13 of them over the years.
2. Comfy or Formal? Most of the time comfy. But formal dress is nice every now and again.
3. Denim or Leather? Ooh, I love the thought of leather...especially on a hot guy.
4. Wine or Beer? Either, depending on the occasion.
5. Mountaintop or Oceanside? Ocean. There’s something magical about it.
6. Boxers, briefs or commando for your hero? Commando!
I ask each Authors After Dark author to pick one of their books to highlight. Below you'll find one for Rosalie.
HEART OF THE INCUBUS
Demons of Infernum - Book Four - Rosalie Lario
Blurb: 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.
“Don’t go,” she whispered.
His eyes darkened and a muscle ticked in his jaw. “I have to feed.”
“Then”—she gave a nervous lick of her lips—“feed from me.”
His whole body went stiff. “Don’t tease me.”
Genevieve took a shaky breath. “I’m not.”
Cresso’s eyes widened and he slowly closed his hands over her arms. “Gen.” Her name sounded like a prayer on his lips.
She leaned into him. “Yes.”
He muttered a curse and crushed her to him, closing his mouth on hers. His tongue slipped between her lips, leading her in a sultry, erotic dance. At the same time, his allure unfurled around them, pummeling her flesh with a cacophony of sensations. She wound her arms around his neck and tugged him down closer. When his leg slipped in between her thighs, rubbing the silky fabric of her bottoms against her sensitive flesh, she moaned into his mouth.
His chest heaved and his hands cupped her ass, lifting and fitting her to his hardened heat. Lord, he felt enormous pressed to her body like that.
He tore his mouth from hers to hit her with his searing gaze. “I don’t know how long I can hold back.”
Why the hell would he do that? She wanted him nearly as desperately as he wanted her. “Then don’t.”
A soft sound escaped him and he slanted his lips over hers, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. He staggered forward until her bottom made contact with a hard surface. He set her down on it, and when he broke away, she saw it was the chest that held the silver pitcher. Good enough. Closer than either of the bedrooms, at any rate. He shoved the pitcher to the side and scooted her farther onto the chest.
When she started to take off her glasses, he stopped her. His eyes flashed with undeniable desire. “Leave them on.”
A-ha. So he had a thing for her glasses. Surprising…and good to know. She gave him a flirty smile as she grasped the hem of his sweater and tugged it upward. Rearing back, he helped her pull it over his head, leaving his chest blessedly bare. When he moved forward again, she said, “Wait.”
He froze and she reached out her fingers, running them over the taut, smooth ridges of his chest. His pecs pulsed at her touch, and his stomach muscles contracted, giving her a tantalizing peek at the thin trail of hair that led from below his belly button down into his pants. “I can’t even believe how gorgeous you are.”
He groaned, his eyes husky with desire, and caught her fingers, the heat of his allure caressing her body. “You’re killing me.”
“Please…let me touch you.” She knew even as she said the words that they were tantamount to torture, but she couldn’t help herself. This might be the only time they ever made love. After it was over he might very well decide she wasn’t worth the trouble. If so, she wanted to carry the memory of this moment with her for the rest of her life. The look, the feel, and the taste of him. She wanted to remember.
His breath caught, but he nodded, and so she brought her fingers to his stomach, traced the hard planes of his abs. Then up to his shoulder and down his arm. Every inch of skin her fingers made contact with pulsed, as if her touch was electric. The man was perfection, pure and simple.
Finally, she could take it no more. She undid his belt buckle and the fly of his slacks, slowly tugging the zipper. “Oh my…”
He wore no underwear, and when she slid the fabric farther down, she saw her earlier impression hadn’t been exaggerated. The man was huge, way bigger than Jeffrey. Unable to hold herself back, she closed her fingers around his thick girth.
“Gen.” He groaned and rested his forehead on her shoulder.
The muscles in his arms bulged as he gripped the sides of the desk tightly, holding himself still for her perusal.
“You are amazing,” she whispered. When her hand experimentally moved up and down his length, he made a pained sound and closed his hand over hers, stopping her movement.
“You need the vaccine,” he said, his voice guttural.
She had almost forgotten about that. “I…I already took it. Earlier today.”
He stiffened and raised his head to look her in the eyes. “You did?”
Heart rose to her cheeks and she nodded.
A shocked puff of air escaped his lips. For a moment they did nothing but stare at each other. But then, the dam broke in his self-control. His allure pulsed the air as he closed the distance between them, fitting their lower bodies close together. His mouth claimed hers in a deep, primal kiss, and the heat from his erection seared her flesh even through the fabric of her pajama bottoms.
“Clothes. Off,” she managed to pant. He obeyed rather effectively when he ripped her top open. She gasped as the buttons went flying, but then he yanked it completely off and closed his mouth over one breast, and any glimmer of fear fled.
His tongue laved her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth. The density of his allure tugged against her, and he nipped her with his teeth before moving to the other breast and lavishing it with the same attention. “You taste so delicious. Like honey and flowers, with the promise of sex.”
Hell, right now even his voice made her want to come. “Please, Cresso.”
He lifted her behind off the chest long enough to remove her pajama bottoms, then set her back down and knelt in front of her in one smooth motion. Before she could even process it, his tongue speared her moist flesh, bringing with it a flood of allure that coaxed her loins into a spasm. The chest wobbled when she bucked upward, and for a moment she feared it wouldn't hold her weight.
A second later the worry floated away, along with the rising tide of her climax. She cried out and curled her fingers in his hair as she came apart under his touch, the intensity of her orgasm making her vision blur and her ears ring.
Once the last of her spasms died down, he rose to his feet and slid the fabric of his slacks down to his thighs. The jutting head of his erection pointed to her womb, and his hand trembled as he closed it around his cock and fitted himself to her, spreading her thighs wider. She leaned her head back against the wall.
“Oh, God.” She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was about to have sex with an incubus.
Places to find Rosalie
Facebook page: www.facebook.com/RosalieLario