New Cover for a Re-Release!

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.


I am excited to share the new cover for WHAT A GIRL WANTS as it enters another phase in its life as a re-release, now available at Barnes & Noble Amazon, Kobo, iBooks

Thank you to Kim Killion for designing the cover and flap for both e-book version and paperback.



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Read an excerpt here.





Magic, sexy Scots, romance & love.

Please join me in welcoming the multi-published, and talented author, Rosanna Leo to my blog as she chats about why she chose the remote Orkney Islands of Scotland for this well-written, paranormal, intriguing, page-turning series. She also shares an excerpt.


Thanks so much to the wonderful Selena for hosting me once again! It’s always a thrill to be here.

My new release is a paranormal romance, SELKIE’S LURE, Orkney Selkie’s 3, and is set in the remote Orkney Islands of Scotland.


In this series, one will encounter mythical beings, magic and remorseless villains who want nothing more than to destroy my heroine and her selkie lover. However, these aren’t just paranormal romances. They are my homage to Orkney, a region known for its rugged beauty and hearty people.

A couple of years ago, I had the pleasure of discussing this series on BBC Radio Orkney. The interviewer asked me, “Why Orkney? Why would you set a series of romances here?”

I responded, “Why not?”

Orkney is a mystical place with wonderful folklore and legends. Its history features Norse invasions and Scottish earls. Its mythology is rife with tales of sea creatures and wandering spirits. Its people are proud, with a tradition that sets them apart from other Scots. These strong, seafaring people comprised a bulk of the employees of the Hudson’s Bay Company in Canada because they were so suited to the difficult work.

In other words, this place is interesting and I couldn’t help but set my series there. I hope you fall in love with my selkie hero Edan Kirk and his heroine Amy Woods, but I also hope you fall in love with Orkney.


SELKIE’S LURE (Orkney Selkies 3)
by Rosanna Leo

Amy Woods, one of TV’s famed Beast Seekers, has come to Orkney, Scotland, to hunt sirens. One of them killed her sister and she has sworn revenge. Most people think she’s crazy for believing in monsters. She knows the truth. But while patrolling one of Orkney’s cold beaches, she runs into a naked selkie man rather than a siren, and he proves to be an alluring distraction.

1Edan Kirk is a selkie, one of an ancient race of seal shape shifters. When he hears of Amy’s intention to hunt sirens, tragic memories overwhelm him. He knows he must get rid of the pesky human. As much as he tries to convince her she’s on a fool’s errand, he can’t resist trying to protect her. After all, he has heard the enticing song of the sirens and he knows its deadly power.

As Amy and Edan engage in a battle of wits and wills, other emotions rush to the fore. Their connection is intense, the sort to come along only once in a lifetime. Edan recognizes her as his mate. However, another woman has set her sights on him as well, one whose powers of seduction are legendary. One whose voice has driven men to madness and devastation.

Can Amy accept Edan as her mate, making her home in the world of the supernatural? And can they save each other from a beast that cannot be destroyed?


After patrolling the shore for the better part of an hour, Edan began to feel the call of his bed. He might possess more stamina than a human man but it had been a long day. Resolved to catch a couple hours of sleep before morning, he swam toward the shore. Relinquishing his pelt, letting it slide from his body, he stood up straight.

A man appeared before him.

No. A woman.

Because she wore fatigues, he was momentarily confused, but there was no mistaking her buxom figure. She was certainly doing her best to look like an army man, right down to her combat boots.

The lass smiled and aimed a camera phone at him. “Hello, sailor. Did you fall off your boat?”

Fuck. What sort of woman walked on the beach at four in the morning? “Something like that.”

Despite the obvious threat posed by her camera, he couldn’t help noticing she was a beauty. Perhaps not in the Hollywood starlet sense, but her imperfections intrigued him. She’d pulled her chestnut hair back into a tight ponytail. There was an asymmetry to her face that gave an edge to delicate features. Her nose was slightly crooked near the tip and one eyebrow arched higher than the other. Her generous mouth was compressed but it looked capable of wide smiles.

And her scent. It hit him hard and made him see stars, like that time his younger brother Calan lobbed a dictionary at his head. She smelled like strawberries, juicy and ripe from the bush. Interesting, considering she was dressed like Rambo.

His gut turned, as if skewered on a rotisserie. As his innards roiled, he couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to wind her ponytail around his fingers, draw her close and…

“Well?” Her eyebrow quirked even higher.

How much had she seen?

He stepped toward her but when she snapped several photos in quick succession, he stopped moving. “It’s not polite to take photos of a man in his birthday suit.”

“Yes, but you’re not quite a man, are you?”

She’d seen everything, then. He’d simply have to persuade her not to trust her senses. He’d talked himself out of worse scrapes. Edan waved his hand in the direction of his crotch. “I’m all man, lass, as you can see.”

She indulged in a quick glance. Her eyes widened in clear wonder, as if she’d never seen anything quite like him before. “Something more, then.” She nodded toward his pelt. “I’ll take that, please.”

“I don’t think so.” He hedged his bets he could convince her to give up whatever mischief she’d planned. How had he missed her on the beach? Too distracted by the thought of Breena, perhaps. “You’ve seen enough to understand I’m a selkie. If you know that, you know I need this pelt. If you’re looking for a lover, you need to be wily and steal the skin. I won’t just hand it over, unless of course you can prove to me you’d be worth a tussle.”

“I’m not looking for a lover and I don’t want to tussle with you.”

“I’d say that was a shame, you know, if you didn’t look as if you were out to blackmail me.”

Two men, also dressed in camouflage, emerged from behind a sand dune. One of them looked as if his sole hobby was frequenting the gym. Although the other man was smaller in stature, he presented more of a threat and it had everything to do with his professional-looking video camera.

“I’d give her the pelt if I were you,” the bigger man said.

“Who the hell are you people?” Edan demanded as he slowly handed the skin over to the woman.

She took it but didn’t lower her phone. “We’re the Beast Seekers. You’re our first selkie. Smile for the cameras.”

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About Rosanna Leo:

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

Connect with Rosanna:

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Adorable. Inspiring. A true account of romance in the gym.

Forget reality TV dating shows where it is all most likely staged, scripted and dramatized for ratings.

Pull up a chair, sip on your favorite beverage and read an eyewitness account of a “real romance in the making.”

Please join me in welcoming, USA Today Bestselling Author, Cynthia Sax to my blog as she regales a true story about a couple’s blossoming romance she observed at her local gym.

Curvy Girl & Super Shy Hunky Guy
by Cynthia Sax

Like many writers, I’m an introvert. I prefer to be stationed outside of a crowd, looking in, watching. I often share my observations on Facebook, hoping they’ll inspire other writers and give reading buddies a smile.

Some Background

I’m a curvy girl happily married to a fit, good looking man (the Dear Wonderful Hubby). Readers sometimes think the Dear Wonderful Hubby is the exception, that no other gorgeous guy would find a curvy girl attractive.




Usually, I workout on my recumbent bike at home but the Dear Wonderful Hubby and I were traveling and decided to use an outside gym for two weeks. Being positioned on the recumbent bike for an hour a day gave me plenty of time to observe the couple. However, I was too far away to hear what they said. All I could do was watch their body language (which was a great exercise for me as a writer).

First Post

I’ve been watching a real life romance between a super shy hunky guy and an oblivious curvy girl at the gym every day.

Hunky Guy runs on the treadmill every day, watching the business news as he works out.
Girls give him the eye (I admit to checking him out too – he’s no Dear Wonderful Hubby but he is REALLY good looking).

He pays them no attention.

Then this girl walks by. She’s a curvy girl, brown hair up in a ponytail, glasses, no make- up, wearing an oversized T-shirt, leggings, and black goth-like running shoes.
He almost gets whiplash, watching her pass him.
The next day, he changes his schedule, gets there later.
She’s already walking on a treadmill.
He’s looking quite wolfish as he passes her, hungry.
Most of the treadmills are busy.
He has to take one positioned five treadmills away from her.
He runs, watching the business news.
The treadmill beside him, closer to Curvy Girl, frees up.
He moves.
The next treadmill frees up.
He moves again.
Eventually, he claims the treadmill beside her. He has a bounce in his step, happy like anything. He glances at her. She doesn’t notice him. He takes his earbuds out. She doesn’t notice him. He slows his super fast pace to match her leisurely walk. She’s still oblivious. He changes his channel so he’s watching the same TV show (The Big Bang Theory). Still no response from Curvy Girl.
She finally leaves. He watches her go, his mouth opening and closing, no words coming out.
He’s been doing this for three workouts thus far, always moving until he gets the treadmill next to her, never able to get up the nerve to talk to her.
If you’re a curvy girl and a hunk has been working out next to you for several days in a row, please give him a smile.





Additional Thoughts

I had observed them for a week and Super Shy Hunky Guy hadn’t yet spoken to Curvy Girl. From the way he reacted the first day he saw her, I got the impression he knew her (that’s why I call him Super Shy Hunky Guy). But I didn’t expect anything to happen.

And the next day, I was right.

Second Post

Went to the gym today.
Curvy Girl wasn’t there (it IS Sunday so maybe she took the day off or worked out at a different time).
Super Shy Hunky Guy was looking for her. Every once in a while, he’d glance at the treadmill Curvy Girl normally uses.




Additional Thoughts

I really felt for Super Shy Hunky Guy. He clearly liked Curvy Girl but did she like him? Was she ignoring him because she was insecure about herself or because she didn’t like him?


Third Post

I arrived at the gym a little late yesterday.
Super Shy Hunky Guy was already running beside Curvy Girl (she was walking at her usual leisurely speed) and they were TALKING.
More specifically, she was talking.
I couldn’t hear what she was saying. I was too far away and the music was loud. But she would talk quickly for a while. Then he’d say a few words. And she’d start talking again.
She seemed super nervous, kept giving him half smiles.
He seemed happy. There was a bounce in his step.
He helped her wipe down her machine after her workout.
She went to the change rooms.
He lifted weights.

The problem with these real life romances is I never get to see or hear the full story.

But I did get the impression that the attraction was mutual.

Yay for Curvy Girl!

Additional Thoughts

I could feel the magic in the air, the physical attraction, the way their gazes held a little too long, how they’d lean slightly into each other.

Here were two people who could very well be falling in love.

But I could also sense how nervous they were. The first few moments in a relationship are so very fragile. I was afraid something would happen or be said to damage it.

Unfortunately, I missed their workout time slot for a couple of days.

Final Post

It was my last day in the gym today. I’ll be returning to working out at home.
When I arrived, Curvy Girl was walking on the treadmill.
There was a lady working out beside her.
The next treadmill was free.
Super Shy Hunky Guy walked past Curvy Girl to get to the free treadmill.
Curvy Girl watched him pass her and she looked so disappointed—her body slumping.
About ten minutes later, the treadmill between them freed up.
Super Shy Hunky Guy moved beside Curvy Girl.
She said something (I couldn’t hear her) and beamed at him, her smile wide.
Super Shy Hunky Guy gazed at her as though she was some wondrous mythical being.
A slow sexy smile spread across his face.

(And I absolutely melted. There’s no doubt in my mind that he adores her.)

She’d talk. He’d say a sentence or two. She’d talk some more, acting less nervous and more happy.

They finished working out at the same time.

He helped her wipe down her machine and then walked her to the change room, his head held high, proud as anything, before he entered the guy’s change room.

If I were a betting gal, I’d put money on Super Shy Hunky Guy and Curvy Girl having a date of sorts after their workout.




(My Dear Wonderful Hubby is also very fit and he loves me—a curvy girl.)

Additional Thoughts

Did I watch two people fall in love? I believe I did. These are the things romance writers (and often readers) live for.

Many reading buddies have asked me to write a fictional account of their story.

I doubt that I will. This was a magical experience for me and I don’t want to do anything to change it. I want to keep it as a very special memory.

I DO often write about curvy girls and their hunky heroes. My next story, ONE AND DONE, features a 30-year-old curvy gal and a smooth talking club owner. Smoke looks at Jenella the same way Super Shy Hunky Guy looked at Curvy Girl.

On release day, I can guarantee that someone will write me, telling me that type of romance would never happen in real life, that a hunky guy would never fall for a curvy girl.

You and I know it could and HAS happened.


by Cynthia Sax


He wants one night. I want forever.

Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.

I need his services.

My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.

This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.

And I’ve never been good at letting go.

ONE AND DONE contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.

This is a standalone story.

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About Cynthia Sax

USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes contemporary, SciFi and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.

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“If you go to Vegas–bring a notebook”

What happens in Vegas sometimes get spun into a work of fiction by talented authors like Rosanna Leoand readers are then treated to a story, featuring a well-written frenemies to lovers theme. Through their personal struggles, Kate and Liam’s story is passionate, at times tense, with the right amount of humor, and the steamy scenes which Rosanna is well known for in her books.

VICE is a story about addiction which will have you addicted to Rosanna’s writing.



He’s much more than a bad habit.

As a Vegas singer and volunteer counselor, Kate Callender has experienced life on both sides of Sin City’s bright lights. The thrill of performing, and gambling’s devastating effect on the addicts’ families.

Liam Doyle is just the kind of man she despises—a handsome, enigmatic businessman with a knack for seducing customers into his casino hotels. Determined to put a lid on his growing influence, she prepares to picket the opening of his newest casino, Vice.

When Liam spots the lone protestor hassling his customers, annoyance wars with instant attraction. And he quickly discovers the leggy redhead not only can’t be bought, she tempts him the way the sound of a roulette wheel lures a gambler.

They are natural enemies, but when a vile attack sparks Liam’s protective instincts, they begin a sexual odyssey that dances on the edge of addiction. Dangerously close to losing control…and losing themselves.


Warning: Contains a sexy, damaged hero who’d really rather just be having sex, and a no-nonsense redhead who makes him want to roll the dice on love just one more time.


Please join me in welcoming, Rosanna Leo to the blog as she gives us the background behind her motivation to write VICE, and shares an excerpt.


“If you go to Vegas—bring a notebook”

by Rosanna Leo

I’d like to offer Selena a hearty “thank you” for hosting me today, as I celebrate the release of my new contemporary romance, VICE. It released at Samhain Publishing on Sept. 22 and I’m very excited to share it with you.

VICE is a personal story, dealing with compulsive gambling, addiction as well as loss and abandonment. My own family has suffered from compulsive gambling so this book is probably the one that means the most to me of all my books. The seeds for this romance have always been in the back of my head, waiting to sprout. However, it was a trip to Las Vegas that allowed them to blossom.

When my husband and I found a good flight deal for Las Vegas a couple of years ago, we laughed about it. After all, neither of us gamble so we’d never planned on visiting the city. Notwithstanding, we packed our bags and flew to Sin City, and had a lovely long weekend together.

I may not have gambled, but there is one thing I did a lot. I took notes. You see, Vegas has some colorful characters. Between walking the strip, riding the buses and dining out, I found all sorts of inspiration. Suddenly, my book idea began to take shape. My concept for a romance set in the gambling world now had vision and clarity and direction. To say nothing of some sinful setting ideas.

My advice to writers? If you travel, bring a notebook. Record your observations, no matter how strange they seem. In fact, the stranger, the better.

You might just get a book out of it.





He meandered toward her and forced a smile. “You seem to have had a busy day.”

She whipped around and her eyes widened. He saw her give him a quick once-over. Did she like what she saw? Interesting. There was some perverse satisfaction in that.

“It has been busy.” She narrowed her hazel eyes at him. “Do you work here?”

So, she didn’t recognize him. Good. “Yes, ma’am, I do.” He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded, noting how her gaze dropped to his exposed forearms. Her lips parted. Clearly, working out had its merits. “And word inside is you’ve upset the big boss.”

Her nostrils flared as she dragged her gaze away from his arms. “About time.” She put her sign down and picked up her purse. “Do you know Liam Doyle?”

“I’ve heard one or two things about him.”

She stepped closer and her lips did the most amazing thing, curling into a flirtatious semi-smile. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to share them with me? The other guy kept on sucking up about him as if he was wearing a wire.” She paused. “You’re not wearing a wire, are you?”

He laughed out loud. He couldn’t help it. This was way too much fun. He sidled close to her, leaned in conspiratorially, and put a hand on her elbow. Her very soft elbow. “I’m not wearing a wire. But are you sure you want to know the truth about Doyle? I don’t know if you can handle it.”

She gawked at him and then at his lips. Her voice came out in a whisper. “Try me.”

He murmured in her ear, taking note of her lilac scent. “Well, I hear at midnight he sprouts black wings and horns. And he’s always searching for innocent maidens to add to his coven.” He bit on his bottom lip, suddenly wishing he was gnawing on hers.

At first, her eyelids did this fluttery thing that made his imported pants spring to life. But then she blinked and began to laugh. “And here I thought I was dealing with a mere businessman. I didn’t realize Doyle was cousins with Lucifer.”

“What’s your name?”

She regarded him from out of the side of her eye, her mouth still bearing the same flirty grin. “What’s yours?”

“Consider me a friend who wants to give you some advice.”

The smile disappeared from her face. “And what would that be?”

“Don’t mess with Liam Doyle. He doesn’t take to it kindly.”

The coquettish shine in her eyes hardened. “Is that a threat?”

“No, sugar. That’s not my style.”

“What exactly do you do here? Are you in security?”

“Never mind that.” He waved his hand. “Look, you’ve had your fun. Why don’t you run along home now?”

She reached for her sign and tucked it under her arm. “I will go where I damn well please. And you can tell your friend Mr. Doyle to expect me tomorrow. Maybe next time he’ll be brave enough to confront me himself.” She turned on her heel and walked down the manicured pathway leading to the taxi bay.

Liam stared at her ass as she walked away. Brave?

Game on, sugar. He’d show her brave.

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About Rosanna Leo

1Rosanna 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.



Connect with Rosanna:


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WINNERS ANNOUNCED – Authors significant others tell what it’s like to be in love with an author.

Thank you all for participating in the February give-away, on behalf of all the authors, we are appreciative of your ongoing support, and look forward to another giveaway in the future.


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Everyone who commented will receive a copy of Alexandra Isobel’s Romantic Heart Beats.

Gift certificate winners:

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Stephanie Hannaford



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Pucker up, baby



Kiss. Smooch. Peck. Smmmmmmmack. Necking. First Base. Making Out. Tongue Tango—-whatever you want to call the delicious union of two sets of lips, meeting to pack a powerful, intimate union between two people, kissing will never go out of style.

Butterfly kisses. Chocolate kisses. Eyelash kisses. Nibbling—-so many and so much fun to give and receive. Whatever your pleasure, it’s all good….real good.


GONE WITH THE WIND, Clark Gable, Vivien Leigh, 1939.


A few facts about kissing:

There are over 100 nerve endings in your lips that stimulate passion, and that melt all over feeling.



Why is the letter “X” used to symbolize a kiss? Historically, people who could not write their name, made an “X”on documents. To pledge their honor, they painted their lips and kissed the document next to the “X”.


Kissing unleashes endorphins, makes your heart beat faster, allowing more oxygen to reach your brain, putting you in a state of euphoria.


Kissing lowers the levels of cortisol (stress hormone), making you feel relaxed, secure and an overall feeling of well being.



Some of my favorite quotes on kissing:

“Kissing is a means of getting two people so close together that they can’t see anything wrong with each other.” ~Rene Yasenek

“Always remember this: ‘A kiss will never miss, and after many kisses a miss becomes a misses’.” ~John Lennon


“A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.” ~Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac

“Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you, tomorrow I’ll miss you.” ~Paul McCartney

“The best things in life are unseen. That’s why we close our eyes when we kiss, laugh and dream.” ~Unknown


“Kissing is like drinking salted water: you drink and your thirst increases.” ~Chinese Proverb

“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.” ~Ingrid Bergman