Welcome to our guest Rosalie Redd. Rosalie interviews one of her characters.
Want
to meet Tanen, the hero of Unimaginable Lover, book 3 in the Warriors of
Lemuria series? I sat down with him for a brief interview…
Did
you turn out the way your parents predicted?
Tanen
adjusts himself in the chair and straightens the collar on his shirt. His brow
furrows. “Much to my chagrin, no. My father was a warrior. I was a
disappointment to him."
I
squirm in my seat. I am uncomfortable in the presence of this large male. “Why
is that?"
He
crosses his arms, his biceps bulging tight against his shirt sleeves. “Because
I didn't follow in his footsteps. Instead, I chose to pursue knowledge and my
love of the ancient scriptures."
What
do you value most?
He studies me for a moment before answering, his
gaze flicking over my features. “King Noeh’s respect. I will do whatever he
asks to help win this war against our enemy, the Gossum, and for our goddess,
Alora."
I can't help but smile at his sincerity.
What
is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
The muscles in his arms visibly tense. His gaze
tracks to my necklace, and he cracks his knuckles. "I'd rather not
say."
My unease is once again forefront in my mind. The
chair is suddenly rock-hard beneath my bottom and no amount of heat in the room
will take away the chill running down my spine.
What
is the trait you most deplore in others?
The smile returns to his face. His blue eyes swirl
with gold flecks, mixing together in a beautiful dance.
Despite my nervousness, I’m mesmerized.
He winks. "Ignorance."
When he didn't elaborate further, I clear my throat.
“Thank you, Tanen, for the interview.”
He places his hand over mine and gives it a gentle
squeeze. “You’re welcome, Rosalie.”
Blurb:
A shifter and a human together? Unimaginable…
One careless decision. The colony betrayed. Tanen’s
only course is a desperate hunt for justice, but his solo mission is cut short
when he’s mortally wounded during a fight. Rescued by a sweet, innocent female
who nurses him back to health, he can’t deny the passion that burns between
them. Now he must choose between his duty and honor or his desire for the
precious, but forbidden, human female.
Broken promises and ruined love hardened Sheri’s
heart. When she finds an injured and extraordinarily sexy man on her property,
she’s pulled into a world she never imagined. As she nurses him back to health
and they bond over their love of books, she’s torn between the lessons she
learned from her rough past and the need to seek solace in Tanen’s arms, but
she must learn to trust him, and herself, in order to survive.
Excerpt:
Sheri’s pulse raced as a strange mixture of shock and
desire coursed through her veins. The tall, muscular stranger pinned her
against the wall. One second she’d pressed 9-1—on her phone and the next, she
was here, in his arms.
His biceps bulged, and she had a sudden urge to run
her fingers over them, feel the steel that was below the surface, but her hands
were trapped at his hips. She gripped his taut waist, and his heat bore into
her, warming her fingers, tingling the sensitive nerves. Although caged in his
embrace, he was gentle with her, holding back the strength that ebbed from him
in waves. As he leaned in, his breath cascaded over her shoulder, warm and
enticing.
“No infirmary.” His gravelly, rough command came out
on a whisper.
She should’ve feared him, this stranger in her home
trapping her in his arms, but instead, her insides melted, warmed by his touch,
his voice, his scent. Something about him made her long for more.
So focused on the man who held her so close, she
hadn’t noticed Coop. His insistent barks echoed through the house.
The man tensed, and in the process his lean body
pressed tighter against hers. Her skin prickled at the contact.
With a quick glance over his shoulder, she caught
sight of her pet. He growled, his lips curled over his fangs.
“No, Coop. Stop!”
His back legs bunched in preparation for his attack.
The man didn’t release her, but turned to face her
dog. He held out one hand, palm open. “Halt.”
Coop’s growl faded.
He took a tentative step forward.
His nose quivered, and a small whimper eased from his
chest. Her pet, an ex-police dog trained to track and defend, placed his muzzle
under the stranger’s palm.
She gasped. If she hadn’t seen this for herself, she
wouldn’t have believed it. He patted Coop on the head, and the dog’s tail beat
against the floor.
The man’s eyes were red-rimmed, and sweat coated his
forehead. “I have to leave…”
His eyes glazed over, and his grip around her waist
loosened.
As her hands traveled along the space between them,
her fingers trailed over the firm muscles of his abdomen and chest. The
strength and power under his skin lit up her nerves. She moved a stray hair
away from his brow and focused on his eyes. Bottomless pools of blue, they
reflected the pain hidden behind his features.
Her chest constricted. “Please, let me help you.”
His gaze fell to her mouth, and he reached up to
stroke her bottom lip with his thumb, teasing her. “How? Like this?”
Before she could stop him, he slipped his hand around
the base of her neck and pulled her close. His mouth hovered over hers for the
briefest moment. She closed her eyes, aware that doing so was an invitation all
its own. Warm and welcoming, his lips tasted of musk and pepper. With
unexpected tenderness, he teased her with his tongue, caressing the crease
between her lips. The sensitive nerves tingled at the contact and she inhaled,
parting her mouth.
Moaning softly, he
deepened the kiss, and explored her. His tongue brushed the sore spot in her
mouth, but instead of pain, his smooth caress eased some of the ache. The
passionate need in his kiss bore into her, sending a wave of desire to her
core. Beneath the thin material of her shirt, her nipples peaked, and she
couldn’t hide her reaction to him. A slow groan rumbled in his chest.
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After finishing a rewarding career
in finance and accounting, it was time for award-winning author Rosalie Redd to
put away the spreadsheets and take out the word processor. She pens paranormal,
science fiction, and fantasy romance in her office cave located in Oregon, where
rain is just another excuse to keep writing.
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