with Rosanna Leo
1. How did you make the decision to become a writer?
Well, Charlina, to be honest, writing chose me. I began university with the intention of becoming a writer, but was sidetracked by my classical singing career. It was years later that my passion for writing flared. It wouldn’t be ignored any longer. When my kids were babies, I’d write while they took naps.
2. Who is your favorite author? Favorite book?
I love Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series. Each and every one. The romance between Jamie and Claire Fraser touches me in a way not many have. You just root for them, and want them to live and love.
3. Where do you get the inspiration for your stories?
Many of my stories are paranormal. The supernatural world has always been my inspiration, even since I was a kid. I love the idea of a normal, mortal woman being swept away in the buff arms of an immortal Alpha male! Vamps, Greek gods, selkies…bring them on!
4. Do your characters come first or the does the plot come first?
Characters. For me, it’s always the characters first. That enigmatic person has to exist in my head. I can then decide what sort of journey he must be on.
5. Have you ever fallen in lust… I mean love with one of your characters?
Oh, would it be awful to say I’ve fallen in lust/love with all my heroes?? LOL! I think, as a writer, you have to. If you don’t love them, no one else will. I write the men that drive me crazy, and who also drive me insane with desire.
6. When it comes to your sultry sex scenes – where do your ideas come from?
They come from the characters themselves. Oh yes, I’d love to say all my sex scenes have been inspired by real life, but I’m private about my relationship with hubby, so none of that goes in my books! No, my sex scenes are derived from how I believe those characters will interact. They whisper the naughty things they ought to whisper. They touch each other as they were destined to touch each other. I love sex scenes because they really write themselves.
7. Have you ever been turned on by something you’ve written?
Oh, gosh, yes! Again, if it can’t turn me on, I can’t expect it to turn anyone else on. There’s a particular scene in The Selkie in the pub that always stands out in my mind….oh, and the one in the stable’s good too!
8. If you had the opportunity for a one night stand with one of your characters who would it be and why?
Ack! How to choose?? Well, if it had to be a one-night-stand, I’d pick Calan Kirk from The Selkie. Because selkie men are reputed to be awesome lovers, I think I’d like to take him for a spin! J
9. Tell us about your current novel.
The Selkie is the story of Maggie, a Canadian woman who is having the worst time of her life. Everything is going wrong, and I mean, wrong. And then her Scottish grandmother passes away, leaving her a strange inheritance. Maggie must travel to Orkney to organize her grandmother’s estate. While there, she meets a strange character, a man named Calan who professes to be an immortal selkie, and her grandmother’s drinking buddy. Maggie and Calan must work together to find a bizarre relic, a seal pelt. However, someone else wants the pelt too and will stop at nothing to get it.
10. Is it a stand alone story or part of a series? If it’s a series what can we expect in the next chapter?
It’s a stand alone story, although I have hopes to develop more selkie books about Calan’s brothers in future.
11. What can we expect from you in the future? Any new books in the works?
Yes, I’m currently working on another manuscript about a Greek god- this one about dishy Apollo!
This was supposed to be her year. However, after losing her job and discovering her fiancé cheating, Maggie Collins has her doubts. When her grandmother dies, she hits rock bottom. Maggie travels to her grandmother’s home in Orkney, Scotland to sort through her gran’s things, only to discover the old woman has left her a seal pelt as her inheritance. She also learns that others are after the pelt.
To add to her frustration, Maggie’s dreams are filled with luscious images of a long-haired man, images that draw her to the magical beaches in Orkney. Although she’s lost her trust in men, this dream man inspires her with a lust she’s never known before.
Calan Kirk has also been dreaming. Dreaming of Maggie, the mortal woman who arouses him as no other woman ever has. Meeting her in the flesh when she arrives in Orkney is nothing short of spontaneous sexual combustion. But she is a human, and not to be trusted. He needs the seal pelt, not a red-haired temptress.
As a thief ransacks Maggie’s grandmother’s house, Maggie and Calan are thrust together. They must search for the animal skin, a mythical relic which once found, will either bring them together or rip them apart forever.
She was attempting to stand on her wobbly legs, only to fall back down on her bottom, when she heard the sound of splashing water. Thinking it was her seal, Maggie turned to look.
Her breath caught in her throat. It wasn’t the animal at all.
It was a man. He was rising out of the waves, walking toward her. She froze. He was nude, utterly nude, and was staring at her with overflowing intimacy. As if they’d had, God help her, relations.
And she realized, with sudden panic, they’d had! In her dreams. He was the seal-man from all her sex dreams.
Her first instinct was to call for help, but there was no one near. And then she realized with frightening awareness that she didn’t want any help anyway. Glued to her spot, she couldn’t help but drink him in.
He was beautiful, if unnervingly wet and naked. He had long, shiny, brown hair that hung down past his shoulders. His face could have belonged on an ad for expensive cologne, and he had a body to match. Sculpted shoulders gave way to arms corded in muscle. His defined chest was blanketed by a smattering of sparse, brown hair that led tantalizingly to his rock-hard abs.
Maggie held her breath as her gaze traveled lower on his body, taking in trim calves and thighs a quarterback would envy. And, she noted with simultaneous hunger and horror, his penis was the biggest she’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. It was thick and long and glistening with the droplets of water that yet cascaded over his body. And it seemed to be reaching for her. She gulped, and forced herself to look back up at his face.
There was a faint glow about his skin, a shimmery aura. Dismissing it as a trick of the moonlight, she shook her head.
He was almost upon her, and his full lips were taut in a teasing grin. Maybe he was a surfer who’d lost not only his board, but his shorts in the waves. She knew she should be frantic, but wasn’t. There was something in his brown eyes that was so familiar, so soothing, even as they swept over her own body with lustful appreciation.
He stopped in front of her, and stood boldly, unashamed of his glorious nakedness. She managed to spit out one hushed word. “You.”
“You,” was his equally awed reply.
Rosanna Leo has her degree in history and literature, as well as in classical singing. She currently resides in Toronto, Canada. Her favorite things are her family, libraries, and her mother's gnocchi. Rosanna loves it when the geeky, awkward girl gets the hot guy, and has made it her mission to see this happen in her books as much as possible. She is also the author of four books published with Liquid Silver Books: For the Love of a God, Up in Flames, Sweet Hell and The Selkie.