#WriteTip - Respect the Reader's Imagination by Rosanna Leo (@LeoRosanna), spotlighting her @LSB_lsbooks #PNR

Rosanna is one of my favorite people, thanks to her encouragement and support back when I just started out (not that I've gone very far since then...). She writes super sexy romances, many of which star shifters and mythical beings. Her most recent release is Selkie's Lure, which brings us back to Orkney, Scotland to witness a battle of wits and wills (as well as smoking hot scenes, I'm sure). Read an excerpt from the 3rd installment in the Orkney Selkies series after this brief writing tip break. 


Respect the Reader’s Imagination

by Rosanna Leo

Thanks so much to Tara for hosting me today! It’s always a pleasure to visit.

My new paranormal romance Selkie’s Lure, Orkney Selkies 3, releases January 16 and I’m very excited to share it with you. This book not only features Scottish selkies but other creatures of legend such as water horses, fairies and sirens. As I wrote the novel, it was important for me to retain a bit of mystery. After all, we’re dealing with paranormal characters. Mystery is important.

In other words, I try hard to respect the reader’s imagination.

I’ve never been fond of long, flowery descriptions. As a reader, I like envisioning the scene. Let’s face it. Many readers will insert their own image of what the hero or heroine or villain looks like anyway. They don’t need them described down to the curl of their eyelashes. If your setting is a flowery meadow, we don’t need to know the color of every single flower.

I used to work as a classical singer years ago. One of my conductors, a man who was well respected in the musical community, always used to say, “There is music in the silences.” In other words, don’t hit the audience over the head. Don’t try to fill every space with noise. This applies to writing as well. Allow the reader to absorb your information so she can imagine her own setting. 

Be a little mysterious. Be a little vague. The reader will supply the rest.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy Selkie’s Lure.

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.

Edan 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?

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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.”

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 www.rosannaleoauthor.wordpress.com

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#WriteTip - Consider Your Crazy Ideas by @AnnetteMardis48, spotlighting her @LSB_lsbooks #PNR SHORE IS MAGICAL

I'm delighted to welcome fellow Liquid Silver Publishing author Annette Mardis back to my blog today. She has a brand new release out, and it's her very first paranormal romance. Find out more about Shore is Magical after this brief writing tip break.


Consider Your Crazy Ideas

by Annette Mardis

Have you ever jokingly tossed out an idea … and it turned out to be just what you needed? That’s how Shore is Magical, my latest Gulf Shore novel and my first paranormal, was conceived.

I was doing an online chat with other authors when the subject turned to paranormal novels, particularly shape-shifters. Confession: I haven’t read too many of those books, usually preferring reality (or a reasonable facsimile of it) over fantasy.

The other authors were discussing the merits of the animals usually favored in shifter novels: tigers and other big cats, bears and wolves, primarily.

“How about a dolphin shifter?” I kiddingly suggested in full smart-aleck mode. Dolphins are one of my favorite animals and have been since I was a little girl who listed Flipper at the top of her must-see TV list.

Surprisingly—to me anyway—the other chat participants quickly and enthusiastically chorused their approval of dolphin shifters. So I thought, why not?

Shore Is Magical

Gulf Shore Book 4

by Annette Mardis 

After suffering losses that would’ve wrecked a lesser man, Kenshin Hamasaki has resigned himself to a life without true love. His perpetual grumpiness has damaged the few friendships he’s managed to forge, and his dalliances with women are superficial at best.

And then comes a chance encounter with a mysterious stranger named Marina, whose mere existence defies logic. She’s led what many would consider an idyllic life, but one that’s shrouded in secrecy. Marina longs to experience the limitless possibilities of Kenshin’s world. Yet, sharing the truth about herself could place her entire species in peril.

These two searching souls are drawn to each other by an animal attraction with the potential to change them in ways they never could’ve imagined. Lurking in the background, however, is a dark presence from Marina’s past, who threatens to end this unlikely pairing before she and Kenshin can fully explore whether they’re destined to be together.

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Looking up, Kenshin almost dropped his phone. He stared, eyes wide, mouth open, as a lithe form emerged from the pool, water cascading down her body. Where had she come from and, more importantly, why was she naked? Then he glanced behind her and received his second shock.

The rescued dolphin was—gone. Impossible. He gave his cheek a light smack to make sure he hadn’t succumbed to exhaustion and passed out. That was entirely possible, given he hadn’t slept more than two hours at a stretch since leaving Erica’s bed.

If this was a dream, it was incredibly realistic. Off the charts sexy, too.

The woman sauntering toward him was hotter than an egg yolk on Florida asphalt in August. Her brown hair framed a pair of turquoise eyes that shimmered like the sea. Her rosebud nipples all but begged for his touch, and he imagined himself at home between her long, supple legs, which were as toned as the rest of her.

The corners of her lips tipped up as if she’d read his mind. Kenshin’s gaze darted around the rehab unit, looking for backup if he needed it. But Kelsey had gone home early for a change, Flipper probably was loading up on caffeine and carbs, and Sitara was in her office catching up on paperwork.

Kenshin’s carnal fantasies dissolved amid concerns about a massive security breach.

“Who are you, and why are you here?” he demanded.

“You know who I am.” The woman’s voice was as smooth as spiced rum sliding over ice cubes. “You just don’t want to admit it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your friends brought me here from the beach, jostling me around in that canvas thing. What do you call it?”

“Are you talking about the sling?”

“It felt like they dragged me across a rocky sea bottom. Very bad for the delicate skin.” She pouted and pointed to a chafe mark on her elbow. “Get something softer, for Poseidon’s sake.”

“This is...insane. Why aren’t you wearing clothes?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t bring any.” Cocking her head, she studied him for a moment before her expression turned playful. “Don’t you like me as I am? I thought the males of your species enjoyed seeing females without garments.”

What an odd way to say that guys lust after naked women. “You’re beautiful, and I think you know that, but it’s beside the point.”

“Is it?”

She’d come close enough for Kenshin to stroke a hand down all that lush, bare flesh, and he almost did so to make sure she was real. Common sense kicked in before he acted on the impulse. Besides being a stranger, she was, well, strange.

“Listen, lady, I don’t know what your game is but—”

“Game? There is no game. Your people rescued me, and now I’m your responsibility. Isn’t that how this works?”

Kenshin glanced around again, convinced that any minute Flipper or someone would leap out and scream, “Gotcha!” This had to be a prank. Stuff like this didn’t happen otherwise, at least not to him. But after that dolphin encounter at the reef, anything seemed possible.

Kenshin felt her warm breath on his face. It smelled...fishy? When he wrinkled his nose, she clapped her hand over her mouth. Now she was self-conscious? He looked into her eyes, an inviting shade matched only by a secluded tropical lagoon.

“What’s your name?”


“Marina what?”

“Just Marina.”

The Gulf Shore Series

My contemporary romance series is set in the fictional west-central Florida beach town of Gulf Shore, where you’ll taste salt on your skin and feel sugary white sand between your toes, the warm sun on your shoulders, and a sea breeze ruffling your hair.

You’ll meet swoon-worthy alpha males who aren’t embarrassed to cuddle a rescued baby dolphin in their muscular arms, and accomplished women looking for an equal partner who thinks that smart is sexy. 

You’ll get up close and personal with sea life, join the “snipe and gripe” club for girls’ nights out, and fall in love with a talking parrot who acts like a little boy in a bird suit.

You’ll go behind-the-scenes at the local aquarium and out to the beach to rescue marine animals in distress and to cheer others as they return to the wild.

And once you visit Gulf Shore, you just may find yourself wishing you could stay.

About Annette Mardis

As a girl, Annette dreamed of being an astronaut, but she stank at science and math and became motion sick riding the bus home from school. So she went with her second choice—newspaper journalist—and stuck with it for more than three decades. After years of ignoring well-meaning people who said, “You should write a book,” she finally did. And then she wrote a few more. When she’s not working, Annette usually has her nose in someone else’s novel or her gaze glued to sports on TV. She has three totally spoiled pets, enjoys being the designated sightseer on her husband’s Harley, and volunteers at Clearwater Marine Aquarium, home of diva dolphins Winter and Hope from the Dolphin Tale films.

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#WriteTip + $15 #Giveaway - Sprint to the Finish by @OliviaNightRead, spotlighting her @LSB_lsbooks #Romance

I'm a day late wishing my Liquid Silver Books pub-buddy a happy book birthday, and I'm waaaay behind on my writing goals for this year. What can I say? The summer got the best of me. As such, this productivity tip from Olivia Night comes at the perfect time. While I loathe sprinting in real life (as everyone at our local gym can attest), the creative version is tons of fun. After our short writing tip break, don't forget to check out Olivia's newest release, as well as the $15 Rafflecopter at the very bottom. 

Sprint to the Finish

by Olivia Night

Do you ever wonder how authors can produce novel after novel? Me too! After a few years, I have found my “sweet spot” (double entendres are fun!) when it comes to novel writing.

Thanks to a fellow author, Marianne Rice, I discovered the awesomeness of write sprints.

What is a write sprint? Well, it’s exactly as it sounds. You sit and write, write, write without stopping. I did this for weeks this summer and churned out a 100k novel! Here are my tips to making your sprint productive:

  • Find the best space to concentrate. I have to have every bit of noise and distraction completely away from my space. But I do, on occasion, listen to specific music to get in the mind frame of the character or story beforehand.
  • Don’t worry about spelling and other types of errors. Go back later and fix it. Even if “Tom ate an apple” looks like “Tin out a pler”. If you go back and make the corrections as soon as your sprint is over you will know what you meant to say.
  • Start small and increase sprint times. I can sprint for two hours. After that, I’m done, done, done.
  • Don’t worry so much about the amount in the beginning. As you do more sprints get competitive with yourself!
  • Keep your negative thoughts to a minimum. You’re writing! Therefore what you are putting down is better than a blank page! 
  • Remember that writing at all is an amazing feat. At a brunch with my mother a while back she asked my plans afterward. I told her about sprinting and she shook her head and said, “I have no clue how you can sit there and just write down a world”!

Happy writing!

Seduction in Scotland

The Men of FTI Book 3

by Olivia Night

She never thought she’d see him again. Not after what she’d done to them… 

Sarah Cosgrove wakes from labor and emergency surgery to find her soul mate staring down at her. It’s been six years since she’s seen the face of the only man she’s ever loved. Since she broke Logan’s heart. 

Logan Harper, a skilled killing machine and top ranking member of Fairlane Trade International, entered a hostage situation, expecting the task to be quick and easy. It becomes anything but when he finds Sarah—the woman who broke his heart six years ago—giving birth to another man’s baby. When she tells him her life is in danger from the powerful and abusive father of her child, Logan has no choice but to protect the woman he once loved and her newborn baby, but he vows to never love her again. 

As they trek through Europe to get to safety, the mystery of the last six years begins to unfold, sparks fly, and emotions rise to the surface. Can Logan keep the love of his life safe without letting her back in his heart? Can Sarah learn to trust a man again after being abused? Will soulmates reunite? 

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He sighed with his hands on his hips as he stared at the items on the kitchen counter. And then noticed he hadn’t heard any movement above him. At all. The hair on the back of his neck rose as he quickly retrieved his side arm. Quietly, he moved through the kitchen and up the stairs two at time. And what he walked into was his worst nightmare realized.

Two men. One behind Sarah with a gun to her temple while Sarah clutched the sleeping Maddie to her chest, and another across the room, gun pointed at the doorway Logan walked through. He did a visual check of Sarah and Maddie for injuries. None. Tears were flowing down Sarah’s cheeks.

Logan ignored both men. “Are you both okay?” he asked.

She nodded, her gaze darting over to the man facing Logan.

The man behind her spoke. “Put the baby down. Gather what you need for her and you. You don’t want me to tell Aneli you didn’t obey orders.”

Sarah’s eyes closed in pain, and when she opened them, she looked at Logan with defeat. She thought it was over. Hardly. Logan shifted his eyes over to her. “It’s okay. Put her down.” He needed her out of his way.

“Drop your gun,” the man across the room said to Logan as he continued to aim his at him. That was fine, he didn’t need his gun. Not really.

Logan again spoke to Sarah, encouraging her. “Go ahead.” He nodded to the crib. Sarah bent over the crib, and as she did, Logan began to move as if he was placing his gun on the ground. As soon as Sarah was safely leaning over the crib, he directed one shot to the man behind Sarah…straight between the eyes.

About the Olivia Night

Olivia Night, a fictional character herself, has always been an avid reader and writer. She found the romance genre in college and has never been able to get enough. One sleepless night, the main characters of Book One in her Men of FTI  series sprang from her head fully formed. They demanded she tell their story; so she did. As they revealed themselves, so did two other intriguing characters. Those characters convinced her to give them their own books because their stories were worth telling too. And so Olivia suddenly became a romance author. When Olivia is not writing, she has the best job in the world, which, too, will remain a secret. In her free time, she reads, write, drinks wine, or is, most likely, out emulating Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Olivia lives in one of the most diverse and vibrant cities in the U.S.—Baltimore. She lives with her cat, who she is convinced was a gladiator in his past life. Olivia plans to continue being awesome at this thing called life. Really, that’s her only goal.

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