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Rosanna Leo: meet the new Smuttie (or is that Smut-tress?) + a giveaway!

Well, hello there, my new friends. I’m the new girl and it’s a pleasure to meet you.

Firstly, I must thank Benjamin for kindly allowing me his spot today. Benjamin, I heard you were a sweetheart. Now I just know it for myself.

I am so pleased to be one of the new members of 69 Shades. It wasn’t all that long ago that I was reading great books by these wonderful authors and wondering if I might ever be published. The publishing gods smiled on me and my first book came out this past April. The second in May. My third just launched and my fourth is coming Sept. 3. Whew! It’s been quite a year.

I figured the best way to introduce myself is to introduce you to my work. A little teaser, if you will. After all, here at 69 Shades of Smut, teasing is what we do best. I hope I don’t disappoint.

Please read on for a tempting morsel from my first book, For the Love of a God.  And don’t forget to say hello and leave a comment. Next week, I’ll draw a name and one lucky commentor will win a copy of For the Love of a God.

Please be gentle with me.

Rosanna Leo

Blurb:

Conservator Maia Douglas is an expert on ancient Greece and its mythology. She would never tell anyone at the museum where she works, but she’s always had a secret crush on the mythical Eryx, Greek god of love. There is nothing she loves more than to tend to her favorite statue of him, and her nighttime dreams are filled with luscious images of Eryx making love to her.

One day, the peace at Maia’s beloved museum is shattered when a new director arrives. A man who looks exactly like her image of Eryx. As Maia watches, he manages to upset her ordered museum world, at the same time he inflames her with unwanted desire.

Maia does not know that her new boss is actually the god Eryx, disguised as a mortal so he may work in antiquities. Although he is the god of love, he has forsaken his sexual nature because of a curse that has killed any woman he’s dared to love. Though he fights it, Eryx is drawn to Maia with a force he’s never experienced in a thousand years. But can he convince her of his true identity? And can he protect her from a vengeful goddess who seeks her destruction?

Excerpt:

He reached around for her zipper again to drag it south, but only got about another half inch down before he noticed her face. She tried to hide her look of uncertainty from him, but failed miserably. “Maia, what’s wrong? If you don’t you want to do this…”

“I do.” She opened and closed her mouth a few times, feeling so inadequate before his golden, manly beauty. “It’s just—oh God, here comes my stupid insecurity. You’re so goddamn perfect. Why would you want me?”

His eyes widened and he blinked at her a few times. His brow creased in an expression of great tenderness. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”

Her eyes suddenly misted, big fat wuss that she was.

His mouth set in a tight line. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedroom. Once there, he wheeled a gold-leaf cheval mirror out of the corner and stood her in front of it. Still overwhelmingly naked, he stood behind her and looked at her in the reflection. Slowly, he ran his hands up and down her bare arms. “I’m going to show you how very beautiful you are.”

Finally, he finished with the damn zipper, easing it down the curve of her buttocks. Then he peeled the dress off her body and let it slip to the floor, and helped her step out of it. Maia didn’t want to look at her near-nude reflection, but Eric would brook no opposition. He made her look at herself. In nothing but her silk panties and heels, she felt über-exposed, but he was drinking in the sight of her in the mirror.

Just when she thought he might finish with this weird experiment, he helped her take her shoes off and set them aside. And then he hooked his fingers in her panties, still looking at her in the mirror. “Watch,” he whispered.

Oh-so-slowly, Eric pulled the undies down over her hips, smiling slightly as he did so. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight. Especially when she saw how his eyes focused on her pubic area. His lips had parted, and she saw her own chest heaving in the reflection.

Once the panties were off her, he stood still behind her. His large hands came up to fondle her breasts, and she sucked in air at the sensation. “Look how sexy you are,” he breathed. “Your cheeks are flushed. And I can already see the moisture between your legs, right there on your delicious thighs.”

“Please,” she begged, turning away from the mirror.

Gently, but forcefully, Eric spun her around. And made her look. And she did.

“Now,” he whispered. “I want you to watch this. And see how truly gorgeous you are.”

As his hand roved in the direction of her female heat, Maia wanted to cry. But she didn’t know if it was from shame or from the incredible lust he’d aroused in her. He was making her watch, for God’s sake! Who did that?

And yet, it was breathtaking to see.

He touched her with one finger, and she saw her face redden. He slid two fingers back and forth across her wet seam, and she watched her lips part on a shattered breath. He reached two fingers into her, seeking refuge in her warm body, and she watched as her pupils dilated.

And then he stroked. Stroked. Stroked.

Her knees were starting to buckle. She was already starting to come. Only then did he permit himself a little nibble, closing his teeth on the back of her neck. Staring at her in the mirror.

Maia cried out, and he removed his hand, delaying her release. Seeing the sense of tremendous loss shadow her features, he grinned at her. “Now. Look in the mirror, and tell me what you see.”

With a little less hesitation, she did. And took in the sight there. Her hair was in slight disarray. There was a bead of sweat on her upper lip and a pink flush to her chest. Her eyes were wide and so dark. Haunted, but needing more of him. Hungry.

“What do you see, Maia?”

“I’m … I’m beautiful.”

Only then did Eric roll the mirror away. He then rejoined her before the bed and gathered her in his arms. Holding her. Caressing her. After a moment, he pulled away and smiled down at her. “I’ll tell you what else you are.” He raised the fingers which had so recently been in her wet pussy and sucked on them, then licked his lips. “You’re fucking delicious.”

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