Hello Readers! Today I bring you romance author Rosalie Lario. Rosalie practiced real estate law for several years before finally admitting to herself that negotiating contracts wasn’t nearly as fun as dreaming up stories. When not writing, she enjoys spending time with her husband and son in their home state of Florida, as well as searching out things that go bump in the night.
Rosalie is a featured author attending Author’s After Dark in New Orleans. For more information about AAD2012, click HERE.
Also, keep reading to learn more about Rosalie’s newest release, Heart of the Incubus, and enter to win a copy! GIVEAWAY details are below. (And stop by later today for my B+ review of Heart of the Incubus.)
Please help me welcome Rosalie to That’s What I’m Talking About. Take it away Rosalie…
First off, I’d like to thank you for inviting me here today. I’m so excited to be attending the Authors After Dark Conference in New Orleans this August, and I hope to see all of you there!
I’ve been to New Orleans several times for Mardi Gras, and each time I fell in love with the city even more. There’s such beauty and history in NOLA that it seems to have a life of its own. Plus, between the bars, restaurants, and street parties, what more could you ask for?
My time in NOLA was spent wandering the streets, visiting French Quarter bars and restaurants, and watching the Mardi Gras madness of floats and half naked people parading down the streets. But I always wondered what it would be like to go back during a quieter time of year. This year I get my wish. Of course since the conference is in August, I also expect it to be on the scorching end of steamy, but that’s okay…I live in Florida, so how much worse could it get? 😉
If you haven’t been to NOLA but wonder what it’s like, trust me, it’s worth a visit.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with my work, I’m the author of the paranormal romance series, Demons of Infernum. The series features four half-brothers who work as inter-dimensional bounty hunters in New York City. Heart of the Incubus is a novella set in my Demons of Infernum world, which features an incubus friend of the brothers. He works as a biochemist for the council governing travel between dimensions, and he’s used to having more than his share of women and good times. That is, until he happens to fall for his coworker, Genevieve Russell, a sexy scientist who wants absolutely nothing to do with him.
Please enjoy this blurb and excerpt, and one person who responds to the following question will win an ecopy of Heart of the Incubus:
Have you ever been to NOLA? If so, what was your favorite part of the city?
Thank you so much, Rosalie! You can find Rosalie online at:
More about Heart of the Incubus
(Demons of Infernum Series #3.5)
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.
Cresso motioned toward the microscope, breaking her out of her unwanted flashback. “Mind if I take a peek?”
Genevieve waved him forward while simultaneously backing up several steps. He set the items he carried—a briefcase and a brown package—on her stainless steel countertop and bent over her microscope. That simple motion caused waves of heat to plummet through her, hardening her nipples and tensing her thighs.
She would’ve passed it off as mindless attraction if she hadn’t been educated about his kind when Elcorp Laboratory had first hired her. It wasn’t chemistry that drew her to him, but his natural incubus allure. A trap to lure females of any species into his arms. Gritting her teeth, she tried her best to ignore it. He must turn it up on purpose, just to get a rise out of her. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing it worked.
Only once Cresso had straightened did she realize she was staring at his ass. She managed to tear her eyes away—barely—before he turned to face her, but she couldn’t do anything to disguise the flush in her cheeks.
One of his thick brows lifted the tiniest fraction. “You okay?”
He knew. Oh God, he knew full well what had gotten her so distracted. Or was she just being paranoid? When her cheeks went from warm to nuclear, she motioned toward the microscope.
“Fine. What do you think? I can’t quite determine what’s missing.”
Genevieve tried not to notice how hot he looked scratching his jaw while in thought, but it was a futile endeavor.
“Perhaps a bit more nercarcerone?” he said, referring to the cell-reproducing chemical they’d developed together in his quest to find a cure for the sex-demon toxin.
“Huh. Maybe.” Mind racing with possibilities, she started to turn away, but he caught her arm at the last moment.
Electric sparks traveled up her arm, even through the fabric of her suit and lab coat. Her body longed to break out into a shiver, but she fought it back. With considerable effort.
Lest he think she welcomed his touch, Genevieve narrowed her eyes on him and deliberately hardened her tone. “What?”
Cresso let go of her. He rubbed the back of his neck, the weary gesture catching her by complete surprise. It seemed so unlike his usual carefree nature that she didn’t know what to think.
“That package.” He motioned toward the counter. “It’s for you.”
“It is? From whom?”
“Don’t know. Will says he found it by the door when he was doing his rounds.”
Cresso picked up the box and handed it to her. When she saw her name scribbled on the plain brown wrapping, a ribbon of dread curled through her chest, winding its way down to the pit of her stomach. She knew that handwriting. Every time she saw it, she got hit with a major case of acid reflux.
“Thanks.” Her voice sounded far away even to her own ears. She took the package from him and stared down at it, willing herself the strength to open it.
Cresso must have read her discomfort because he shifted in place, sliding a hand into the pocket of his slacks. “I suppose I’ll leave you to it, then.”
For the first time ever, she barely noticed him leaving. She set the box on the cold steel countertop and traced the wobbly letters on the smooth paper. Whoever had written them had dug in the pen so hard that it had left grooves in the wrapping. And how familiar those cursive scribbles had grown over the past several weeks. Letter upon letter, a total of six in her collection now. But never more than a single piece of paper. Never anything of this size before. And that made her really, really afraid.
Come on, Gen. It’s just a package. It can’t kill you. Right?
Once Cresso’s footsteps receded into the hallway, Genevieve took a fortifying breath. Hands shaking, she tore off the wrapping to reveal an indistinct shoebox underneath. Okay…okay. Maybe it was a new pair of shoes.
Yeah, right. And maybe the yummy Dr. Taylor has all of a sudden decided to lose the harem of women who come sniffing around here, volunteering to be his lab rats.
Not freaking likely.
Oh hell, might as well get it over with. Willing her calm, clinical side to take over, she grabbed the box and lifted the lid. The cloying scent of formaldehyde drifted to her nose before she caught a glimpse of what was inside. When she saw what it was, she nearly jumped out of her skin. She dropped the shoebox and it thumped onto the polished concrete. The contents flew up, then plopped back into the box, landing in an eerily similar position to how they’d originally been placed.
Genevieve didn’t even realize she’d screamed until Cresso came racing back into the room. He moved so fast he was nothing but a blur, materializing right in front of her. His hands closed around her arms, fingers digging in painfully.
She opened her mouth to tell him, but nothing came out.
His mouth tightened and he examined her thoroughly, as if checking for cuts or chemical burns. “Dr. Russell, what is it?”
“I…” Was it crazy that even now she noticed the heat of his hands on her? When he lifted a finger to gently press her glasses back onto her nose, her mind went blank.
“Tell me what happened.”
Oh, right. The package.
Not trusting herself to do anything more than blabber, Genevieve pointed to the shoebox on the ground by their feet. He saw what was inside it and released her with a muttered curse. Squatting, he pulled a pen out of the front pocket of his dress shirt and used it to push around the thing in the box.
When his eyes met hers, unmistakable anger had darkened them into two glittering black pearls. “It’s a skinned rat.”
“Who gave this to you?”
Genevieve shook her head, gagging at the sight of the poor mutilated animal. She covered her mouth with her hand. “I don’t know.”
Cresso dropped his pen into the box and stood, waves of tension radiating off his body. His hands clenched into fists. “Okay, Genevieve, you need to tell me what the hell is going on here.”
GIVEAWAY Thank you, Rosalie, for stopping by That’s What I’m Talking About. Rosalie is graciously giving away one (1) e-book copy of Heart of the Incubus. Please answer Rosalie’s question about NOLA by Wednesday April 18, 2012, at 9:00 PM EDT to be eligible for the contest. One entry per person, the winner will be selected from eligible entries using random.org. Contest is open internationally; please leave your email address so I can contact you. Thank you to Rosalie for this great giveaway!