Selena Robins. What a Girl Wants.

I’m so excited to see my pal, and fantastic author, Selena Robins with a reboot of What a Girl Wants. I adored the sense of humour in this romance and the major swoon factor.

Please check out her awesome new cover and one-click this one as soon as you’re able!

If you enjoy a friends-to-lovers themed romantic comedy with a splash of mystery, a big dose of sensuality, and a hero and heroine who will make you laugh and have you wanting to hang out with them, then WHAT A GIRL WANTS is a book that has all that and more.

“Life’s a beach. Then you have sex on it.”

Travel journalist Maddie Saunders has a new attitude, and wants two new accessories to go with it. One, turn her triple-X fantasies into reality with Mr. Sex-On-Legs—her friend, Alex Donovan. And two, find her biological father to see if her gene pool has a deep end. She never expected fulfilling both wishes would take her life down a drastically different path.

Alex, an investigative reporter, grits his teeth when he accepts a joint assignment to Hawaii with Maddie. He’s vowed to never get involved with any woman he can’t walk away from. Maddie falls under the heading of “Look, but don’t touch”. Trouble is, she excels at giving him a hard time—in more ways than one.
He manages to fend off her guerilla seduction tactics until a bone-melting kiss throws his resolve into the ocean. Complicated? Absolutely. Especially when he discovers the real reason they were sent to the island…
Warning: Side effects may include but not limited to, spontaneous, uncontrollable laughter, hot flashes, and dangerous chocolate cravings. Contents include one kick-ass heroine and a sex-on-legs hero whose kiss could singe the eyebrows off a mannequin. Can be read in bed with someone special or a BOB (battery operated boyfriend). Please note: Batteries not included.

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Preorder Vice, Vegas Sins 1. FREE at Amazon! #amreading

Vice, Vegas Sins 1, is now available for preorder at Amazon! And the best part? It’s free at Kindle Unlimited.

Preorder here!

Las Vegas has it all—casinos, gambling, money, and women. For a handsome business entrepreneur, it’s paradise.

Wearing success like a well-tailored suit, it’s business as usual for Liam Doyle while he runs his multi-million-dollar empire…until a pesky protester catches his attention.

Staging a one-woman demonstration, Kate Callender has the potential to be a huge pain in his ass. If he doesn’t take care of her soon, there will be bad publicity slapped all over Vice, the newest addition to his chain of casinos.

But there’s one tiny problem Liam didn’t count on—the feisty redhead isn’t about to go down easily. She’s fighting him every step of the way…and he’s starting to like it.

Excerpt:

“You,” she said on a breath.

“Me.” His enticing blue eyes traveled up and down the length of her, one eyebrow raised in frank admiration. “You obviously didn’t do your homework.”

Outrage surged through her system. “Why didn’t you tell me who you were yesterday? Why did you let me embarrass myself like that?”

The smirk disappeared, to be replaced by a mild expression of boredom. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. I always try to size up the competition.”

Doyle walked toward her, his large hand extended. The light in his eyes now hinted not so much at merriment as it did danger. She caught a whiff of her favorite men’s cologne by Michael Kors. She’d bought it for an old boyfriend once, but it smelled way better on Liam, as if it were an extension of his persona.

His entire ensemble, designer suit, pressed pants, and navy blue paisley tie, reeked of power and privilege that drew her like a moth to a flame. Damn, she’d always been a sucker for a man in a good suit. Get a hold of yourself, Kate. He’s hot, but so is the Devil.

He kept his hand out. “Please allow me to introduce myself properly. I’m Liam Doyle.” His gaze drifted toward her neckline and back up again. “I think you’ve heard of me.”

Wishing she didn’t have to, she took his hand. Electricity shot through her and that damned perspiration appeared on her upper lip again. His grip was that of a man who took what he wanted, when he wanted.

She held her head high. “Kate Callender.”

He held her hand for a moment, his gaze locked on hers. He then gestured toward the counter, where a teak tray was laden with biscuits and what smelled like expensive coffee. No Folgers crystals for this guy. “Coffee?”

“No, thank you.”

“Tea?”

“No.”

“So we’re done with the niceties, then?”

“I didn’t come here for niceties.”

“Then you’ve come to the right place.” Liam sat on one of the couches, motioning for her to do the same. She continued to stand. Something in his wolf-like gaze hardened even further. “Ms. Callender, why are you picketing my casino?”

His direct question set her even more on edge. She cleared her throat. “I have a right to protest what I see as wrong.”

His grim smile might have made a grown man sweat, but she didn’t look away. “Let me put this another way. Las Vegas is home to numerous casinos. Why mine?”

“If I’m trying to make a point, it only stands to reason I’d pick the most popular casino. I suppose I should congratulate you. Only open for two days, and Vice is already a hit. You must be so proud.”

“Yes. Despite having my grand opening spoiled.”

“Oh.” She inclined her head in mock sympathy. “I’m so not sorry.”

He peered at her, narrowing his eyes. “Are you a Bible-thumper?”

“No.”

“Campaigning politician?

Despite her unease, she laughed. “Do I look like Hilary Clinton?”

He looked her up and down, as if her vocation were scrawled somewhere on her and he simply needed to find it. “Aspiring actress? This is probably a publicity stunt to get you viral on YouTube? Trying to get an audition here as a showgirl? Sorry, I don’t use them. The whole concept is dated and demeaning to my female clientele.”

Okay, he got some points for that statement. “I’m not a dancer. I’m a singer.”

It was his turn to laugh. Despite the bitter tone, his deep timber called to her. “Same difference.” He stood. “I’m not auditioning you, Ms. Callender, as fun as it would be to get you on the casting couch.” And there he lost those points again. “Have a nice day.”

“Wait! I’m not trying to get an audition. You need to listen to me.” In a nervous reaction, she fingered the pearl choker at her neck, the one thing she had left of her mother. The one thing her father hadn’t pawned.

Doyle turned back to her, one brow raised. “No, I don’t.” He eyed how she gripped her choker. “So you can take your fake pearl necklace and your sneakers and your attitude and go home.”

Her attitude? “No. You let me up here. I’m not leaving until you hear me out.” She let go of the choker and let her hands fall to her sides. “And my pearls aren’t fake.”

“Why are you here, Ms. Callender? Did you lose money at one of my casinos on your last night out with the girls?”

She didn’t want to dignify that with a response, but a smug statement like that couldn’t go unchallenged. “I’m not a gambler.”

He leaned against the armrest of the cushy couch and surveyed her through hooded eyes. “Ah, and now we come to the crux of the matter. So, you’re a do-gooder. Let me guess. Gam-Anon?”

“New Horizons.”

“Never heard of them.”

“That doesn’t mean we don’t exist. And unfortunately, there are lots of us. Far too many. What does that tell you, Mr. Doyle?”

Liam’s lips twitched into a smile that appeared slightly more friendly than his poker face, as if he enjoyed their banter. He loosened his tie, but his focused gaze continued to grate on her nerves. She stared at the strip of indigo silk at his throat, and was struck by a bizarre and unbidden image.

Her, on his bed. Her hands bound with his expensive tie.

The strange pounding in her head must have been her racing heart. Where did that come from? Focus, Kate, focus.

“I’m not just here because it’s something I believe in. I’m here because my group gets bigger every goddamn week,” she said, concentrating on the task at hand, rather than Liam Doyle’s bed. Lisa’s sad face appeared in her mind, as well as those of her children, the ones who’d spent the last two nights crying for their daddy. Kate blinked away the tears which threatened and aimed her burning gaze at Doyle. “I don’t respect your work, Mr. Doyle. And I don’t respect you.”

From the furrow of his brow, Kate thought she’d struck a nerve. His tanned skin seemed paler. After a moment, he said, “So you’re trying to take down my casino with a one-woman picket line? No offense, but I’ve seen better protests at a garage sale.”

“I’m trying to create awareness.” Kate stood, having already had enough of their uncomfortable conversation. “I’m not a fool. My intention is not to shut down Las Vegas, or your casino. That’ll never happen. But if I can make a small dent in the wallet of the Strip’s wealthiest hustler during his opening week, then maybe people will take notice. Have you never thought about the addictions riding your customers? Have you ever spent time chatting with the compulsive gamblers downstairs? Because I bet you’d hear a lot of stories. And believe me, the worst ones are the ones they don’t tell.” She paused for breath. “My friend’s husband is probably down there right now, feeding your slot machines instead of his kids.”

“Hold on. Don’t pin that on me.”

“Oh? Who do I pin it on?”

“Look, if you want a donation, I already make plenty. Believe me, I make regular donations to people like Gam-Anon. You know, legitimate charities.”

“I’m not here for money, but clearly you are.” The words spilled out of her, kick-started by adrenaline. “You’re a wealthy man. Did you have to open casinos? Were they such a passion for you? Couldn’t you have opened, I don’t know, a supermarket chain instead? Or was that not sexy enough for the great Liam Doyle?”

His lips compressed. Had her comment hit home? Good.

“You have no right…”

“I have every right.” Her face was burning now. “If I can save even a few lost souls from places like this, then I’ll sleep a whole lot easier.”

She had to get out before she started crying. She wanted to leave with her head held high. Leave him thinking. She turned and headed for the elevator, but he grabbed her hand before she could get away.

“Wait.”

Kate yanked her hand out of his grip. “How do you even sleep, Mr. Doyle?”

His eyes bored into her. “Like a rock. But that crown of thorns must keep you up at night.”

She tried to appear like she was still in control, but that had hurt. “You just keep telling yourself that.”

Kate marched to the elevator and punched the button. As the door opened, she threw a look back at him.

“By the way, I will be back. I’ll show you how many lives have been devastated by your casinos.” She walked into the lift, even though she felt like running. She didn’t look back.

Liam called out to her. “Watch your step, Ms. Callender. I don’t forgive and forget.”

She channeled her last ounce of bravado before the doors shut. “You really should see someone for that. I hear being an asshole can be terminal.”

Once the elevator began its descent, Kate leaned against the back of the small space and closed her eyes, winded by her hostile exchange with Doyle. She didn’t open them again until the door opened.

***

Vice will be available in ebook and print on Sept. 19.

A new teaser for Vice from TBC Trailers!

As an author, I can honestly say it’s like Christmas when I wake up to a new trailer from Nita at TBC Trailers. That was my experience this morning when Nita let me know she had a sexy, new teaser for Vice, Vegas Sins 1.

Nita always manages to capture my characters and plots so well. Her videos are an amazing tool and I would heartily recommend her service to all my author pals. Contact her at TBC Trailers. While you’re there, give her a “like” and let her know Rosanna sent you!

I am so excited for the release of Vice and the launch of this new series. Preorders will be available Sept. 9 and the print book is scheduled for Sept. 19.

The stakes are about to go up.

Vice Cover Reveal! Vegas Sins Series.

It’s always exciting when your new book gets a cover. In the case of a book that’s being republished, it can be exciting and scary. So many thoughts go through one’s head. Will I like it as much as the first cover? Will it be a representation of my characters? Will it capture the conflict?

When Limitless Publishing sent me the mockup for Vice, I was over the moon. It’s everything I could have hoped for.

Vice will now be book 1 in a new contemporary romance series called the Vegas Sins series. It will also be one of the first books launched by Crave Publishing, the new division of Limitless Publishing. Crave will feature very sexy reads, one that will leave you wanting more, and I’m so honored to be one of their authors.

Please stay tuned for more information on this release and on this series! And don’t forget to follow me at my Amazon author page and my Bookbub page for all the latest.

Vice … the stakes are about to go up.

Which places have provided you with story inspiration? #UpbeatAuthors.

Today at #UpbeatAuthors, we’re discussing the places that have given us inspiration for stories.

Setting has always been a huge source of inspiration for me. Nature, in particular, is a bountiful source. I could hike through the woods over and over and always find new nuances. There is something mystical about being in a place “untouched” by humanity. As Lord Byron said in Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, “I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” In my case, this love inspired my Gemini Island Shifters series.

However, there have been other settings that have inspired me. The beach, whether it has been a hot stretch of sand on Mexico’s Mayan Riviera or the cold Orkney shores, has provided me with starting points for both my Orkney Selkies series and my stand alone romance Sunburn.

Sometimes inspiration finds me within the walls of a building. Houses provide us with shelter but in the imaginations of a writer, a house can become the setting of a star-crossed romance. Different sorts of homes have inspired Night Lover and also my upcoming Handymen series.

And as you may have noticed, I have a thing for hotels. They crop up a lot in my books and I don’t think it’s a coincidence. I spent many years working for the Toronto Convention and Visitors Association, so I love writing about hotels. Thus, Vice in my Vegas Sins series, the Ursa Resort in the Gemini Island Shifters series, and Apollo’s resort in Sunburn. Write what you know, they say.

You can find all my books here.

Which places inspire your stories?

Looking for some great romances to review?

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Have fun, happy reading and thank you!

 

 

Writer in limbo. #amwriting

Every so often, writers may find themselves in limbo. Well, I am right now so I choose to believe other writers experience it too. Misery loves company, right?

What kind of limbo, you ask?

Manuscript limbo, possibly the worst kind of all. (Again, perhaps I exaggerate but it suits the purposes of this blog. My blog, my rules.)

Why am I stuck in this place? Well, some of it is, no doubt, my own fault and a result of my own mistakes. Some of it is because I am waiting on others. Some of it is just the nature of the business. We wait. Very often, we “hurry up and wait,” as a wise writer once said (not me).

One of my manuscripts has been stuck “out there” for over a year.  I’m waiting for one last person to get back to me and then it’s decision time. Do I self-publish? I’ve never been more tempted in my life, believe me. After seeing this book get bandied about numerous publishers and agents, I’m frankly sick inside. I think it’s one of the best things I’ve ever written and I just want to see it in the hands of my readers.

Another two books are currently safe in the hands of publishers and it’s only a matter of time before they hit the shelves. I’m happy about those … but my experiences with the book above have made me impatient. I want everything published yesterday. It’s not too much to ask, is it? 😉

During all this waiting, I’ve focused my attentions on my latest work-in-progress, A Patient Man. That’s what we’re supposed to do, right? It’s important to keep writing the next book. I’m about 40K words in right now – in fact, I hope to cross that threshold this morning. Sounds good. Unfortunately, it’s taken me weeks to get to that point. Part of the problem has been sloppy plotting. Don’t get me wrong, I set it all down on paper the way I normally do, but I guess I just wasn’t buying what I was selling. The motivations didn’t ring true. The conflicts seemed flimsy. I started over about five times. Now I’m on track but because it deals with the subject of bullying, I’m treading carefully. I have experience with this subject and I want to do it justice.

So, limbo. Lately, I’ve been living in limbo. I’ve been forced to get comfortable there. I’ve even set up a table and made snacks. Limbo is my temporary home. Call me a squatter.

It isn’t always a pretty place. The occupants (sorry, one occupant – me) are grizzled and sometimes forget about personal grooming. By the way, I have brushed my teeth today … at least, I’m about to. Soon, I promise. We do have bunnies in limbo, by the way. For real. They hang out in my backyard so I see them when I write. Plot bunnies? They’re a little more evasive.

I guessed I’ve embraced my own personal writing purgatory.

But I’ll tell you one thing. As soon as I can break out of this place, I’m gone.