Warriors
of Lemuria Series . . .
Untouchable
Lover
Warriors of Lemuria, #1
by Rosalie Redd
Date of
Publication: January 2nd 2016
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
Cover
Artist: Melody Simmons
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Untouchable Lover (Warriors of Lemuria, #1) . . .
Was not sure where to begin but that did not matter once I got started. I have the whole series to this point and just went for it. And to say that this was untouchable would be a bit redundant. I enjoyed getting to experience these hot out-of-this-world lovers. Melissa and the King, not the King and I. Well let me say that I did want a bit more action on both fronts, battle and loving. Their union was all but untouchable by the bully master. But this was a good start to a new series for me to get involved in. 
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Forbidden love. Untouchable…
King Noeh wants to live his single
life, fight his enemy, and honor his goddess by winning the war over Earth’s
most precious resource—water. Bonding to a female shifter is not part of the
plan, not until his goddess insists he take a queen by the next full moon or
lose his crown. When he rescues a beautiful female from the enemy’s grasp, a
forbidden attraction blooms, and he must decide between his kingdom and his
heart.
Melissa hunts for a new place she can
call home, one far away from her controlling master who vowed to make her his
concubine. Captured by the enemy and tortured to near death, she’s rescued by a
brooding, handsome king. When her master shows up at the king’s underground
Keep, the tension escalates. She struggles to keep the honorable king at arm’s
length, but she can’t ignore the compelling desire he ignites in her soul.
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“You
escaped. Perhaps I should put you in the dungeon.” Noeh’s voice was low and
threatening. The resulting shiver that skated across her arms wasn’t from fear.
She
wanted to pound her fists against his body. “I’ll just pick my way out of
there, too.”
“Don’t
bet on it.”
He
stood. Against her will, her body responded to his intense stare. He headed
straight for her, a wall of pure, masculine strength.
She stilled as he approached. Without thought,
she squeezed the wet rag in her hand. Water dripped onto the exam table. The
stone was slightly concave, and the moisture ran into a small groove down the
center.
He
placed his palms on the surface of the table and leaned in. Up close and
personal, he invaded her space as if he had every right.
“I
don’t usually have trouble with disobedience, but you…” His eyes glowed, gold
flecks mixing with the blue.
She
met his gaze and didn’t flinch. “I think you like the challenge.”
The
skin around his eyes creased as a smile broke across his face. “You might be
right about that.”
Unforgettable
Lover
Warriors of Lemuria - Novella
by Rosalie Redd
Date of
Publication: March 2016
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
Cover
Artist: Melody Simmons
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Unforgettable Lover (Warriors of Lemuria, novella) . . .
Since I wasn't sure where to begin, I began with Untouchable, but I think this one should have been first. It was quick but illuminating. I got to know the world of Lemuria in a different way. I was drawn in and should have read this one first. It was slow to get you in the grind of things and just enough to keep you wanting more. I was wanting more and was greatly intrigued by the Betram ritual. This was exciting to watch a prince get a taste of the forbidden or at least the not so desirable and want more. Leonna was most certainly unforgettable for him. She was want to let off a little steam never imagining that she would find more. But that was how it went. I very much enjoyed this one.
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The Betram ritual, when the full moon
occurs on the summer solstice, is a sexual rite—and a requirement—for all
unbonded Stiyaha of age. The irresistible urge to mate drives their inner
beasts. Some succumb and transform, while others hide behind masks. None can
escape the compelling need.
For Leonna, Betram offers one night of
freedom from a destiny she doesn’t want. Eager to participate, she’s drawn to a
formidable male whose tenderness burrows into her soul. Despite discovering
she’s below his status, she is caught up in their passionate frenzy, and loses
her heart to a male she can never have.
Though reluctant, as an unbonded male,
Prince Nicholai must participate in the Betram ritual. Because he fears harming
anyone he gets close to, he dons his mask and vows to stay in human form. What
he doesn’t expect is the intensity of his hunger for a certain honeyed female
hidden behind a disguise. As much as he longs to forget her, he can’t, for
she’s unforgettable.
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Murmurs
from the crowd picked up. Titters of ‘Prince’ and ‘Nicholai’ were clear, even
above the din.
She
picked up brush after brush, trying to contain her mess. With her one good
hand, she scooped as many as she could back into her container.
“He’s
moving faster, coming our way.”
Two
more brushes and she put the cup back on her short table. Her rapid breaths
fueled the adrenaline that surged through her body.
“Very
nice. Is this yours?” Nicholai’s deep voice resonated into her chest.
As
she tried to calm herself, his unique scent of cloves and rain filled her
lungs. Melting on the inside, she remembered all that he was, all that he’d
done to her. She refused to look at him for fear he’d recognize her.
“Y…Yes.”
She managed to get the words out, but they were husky, strained.
“You
have a nice eye for detail. Have you other paintings?” He stepped closer to
inspect her canvas. She caught a glimpse of his profile. His high cheekbones
and aquiline nose exemplified his handsome features. He turned toward her.
She
caught her breath. Those deep blue eyes were the ones she remembered, the ones
she’d imagined in her dreams the past couple of nights. His brow furrowed, and
she realized she hadn’t answered his question.
“I
do. Have more paintings.” She turned toward her stack of completed pictures,
but knocked the cup of brushes off the table.
Like
twigs upon the rocks, they bounced and jogged before coming to rest on the
stone floor. “I’m…sorry.” She bent down to pick them up—again.
He
lowered himself on one knee and picked up a handful of brushes. Just as she
reached for one, he did as well. His finger ran along hers, lighting up the
skin along their connection.
Untamable
Lover
Warriors of Lemuria, #2
by Rosalie Redd
Date of
Publication: May 2016
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
Cover
Artist: Melody Simmons
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Untabable Lover (Warriors of Lemuria, #2) . . .
I have to say that this one came to the full potential of the series. It has deeper characters. The plot line grows and draws you. Demir had a choice to make. Aramie had a score to settle. The storyline here intensifies and becomes rich and alluring in both the scope of characters and the depth. Could you let go of everything in your world for that one love that would be all you need for life? Aramie had to make that decision and it was not one she took lightly. Things in this installment picks up pace and makes you believe.
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Submit…or lose him forever.
As alpha of the feline shifters, Demir
will do whatever is necessary to protect his kind. When his independent and
headstrong second in command takes on a dangerous solo mission for revenge, he
goes to her aid. As they battle the enemy, not only must he must fight his
internal demons, but also his desire to claim her as his mate.
Battle-hardened Aramie leads a band of
female warriors to search for the sacred blue sunstone. The unthinkable happens
and she spirals into a frenzied need for vengeance to avenge her loved one’s
death. She hunts for the killer while Demir’s life is on the line, and she must
decide—submit to him as his mate, or lose him forever.
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Demir
tensed. A healing stone? Was it possible? A tiny drop of hope weaseled its way
into his chest.
Sidea
inhaled and let out a slow breath. “With Demir back, you won’t have to fight
the males anymore. Even though our species heals fast, I hate to see you get
injured defending your role as interim leader.”
He
fought against the invisible bonds, straining, kicking in his mind. In his
condition, he couldn’t lead, and because he still lived, Aramie wasn’t
officially Pride leader. His gut twisted into a tight knot. He’d put her in an
awkward position, and he hated himself for it.
“I
need to finish.” Aramie’s voice returned to a normal volume.
The
chair creaked as she settled in her spot next to his bed. Tools clinked
together. Cool metal caressed the skin on his cheeks.
Snip-snip.
Small
tendrils of hair fell onto his cheek, tickling his skin. He relaxed again under
her care. His mind reeled through a storm of confusion, but he couldn’t
pinpoint its source. All he knew was a welcoming peace at her touch.
“I’ll
see you in the Grand Hall.” Sidea’s words hung in the air.
Her
soft footsteps retreated across the floor. The door clicked shut.
“I
wish you would talk to me, tell me what I should do.” Aramie caressed the hair
around his mouth, wiping away the stray strands she’d clipped. Her finger
circled his diamond stud above the hairline of his lip.
He
wanted to grab her wrists, make her stop, and part of him was glad he couldn’t.
All his adult life he’d avoided physical contact. Even with Eleanor, his
deceased mate, he’d controlled when and how she touched him. To have Aramie
touch him now, in such a personal way, beat against his spirit, reinforcing his
weakness.
“The
males only follow my command in deference to you.” Her voice contained a small
hitch.
The
flat end of the scissors rubbed against his skin. With gentle care her fingers
glided over his upper lip, and he wanted to lick her, taste her skin on his
tongue. Her attention to him teased his nerves, increasing his yearning. He’d
gone from relaxed to being enticed in a matter of moments. In his mind, his cat
howled in frustration.
“Sidea
and I will find Blue Pool, find the healing stone. I won’t stop until we do.”
A
drop of wetness splashed on his chin, and she wiped it away. Why did the
females cry over him? Had she gone soft? If he could, he’d tell her to suck it
up. He’d chosen her as his second in command for a reason.
Metal
clinked against metal. She must’ve put the scissors back on the tray. That
meant she would leave him soon. His stomach clenched. Why did he care? The only
females he’d ever cared about were Eleanor and Melissa.
Eleanor
had been timid and submissive—a perfect mated female. She’d always done as he’d
asked, and never once challenged his authority. Her beautiful smile and deep
green eyes were as clear to him as the last time he’d seen her, over five
hundred years ago when the great scourge had claimed her life. Bile rose in his
throat. It seemed like only yesterday.
Even
though his lifespan was over two thousand years, he still had more time than
not…or so he used to think. At this point, he wasn’t sure he had more than a
few days left.
The
memory of his mate reminded him of Melissa, who’d looked so like his Eleanor
he’d obsessed over her. What a fool he’d been, pining for a female who didn’t
want him. When she became pregnant with the king’s child, he’d lost his
lucidity and threatened her. Aramie had interfered, commanding him to stop.
He’d slapped his own warrior across the face for her insolence, but he’d let
Melissa go.
After
all he’d done, Aramie was here now, attending to his needs. I am such a shit.
“I’ll
be back as soon as I can.” She rose from her chair and padded to the door,
lingering there for a moment. Her soft breaths sounded loud in the quiet room.
“Please
come back to me,” she whispered.
She
really doesn’t want to be Pride leader…
The
door closed behind her, but the enchanting scent of strawberries lingered.
Unimaginable
Lover
Warriors of Lemuria, #3
by Rosalie Redd
Date of
Publication: January 3rd 2017
Cover
Artist: Melody Simmons
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Unimaginable Lover (Warriors of Lemuria, #3) . . .
I have not yet finished the latest installment in the Warriors of Lemuria just yet but only have about 8 chapters left. I have most certainly gotten immersed in this new exciting world and the combination of Sci-Fi and PNR. I have falling in love and this time there has been a mixing of the species, shifter and human.
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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. Rescued by a sweet, innocent
woman, 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.
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Movement
caught her attention. A dark form slumped against the far wall.
She
inhaled and took a step back.
The
man groaned louder.
“Who
are you? What are you doing in my shed?”
The
only sound, his labored breaths and her own heartbeat.
She
emboldened her tone with as much confidence as she could. “You’re trespassing.
I’m calling the police.”
“No…don’t.”
His words were short, strained, yet the tenor of his voice weaseled its way
into the deepest recesses of her soul, calling to her. The sensation warmed her
insides. She held her breath.
He
moaned again. His dark form moved.
Her
medical training kicked in and she had the urge to rush to his side, help him,
but she remained wary. “Are you injured? Should I call an ambulance?”
“Is
it dark outside?” His strained voice carried across the small space.
A
strange desire to hear him speak again washed over her. She fisted her hand.
“What difference does it make if it’s dark outside? If you’re injured, you need
help.”
“Please,
tell me…is it,” a quick intake of breath, “…dark yet?”
The
cultured way he spoke made her still. His accent was one she’d never heard.
Sweat broke out on the back of her neck, dampening her collar. He seemed in
pain, but she wasn’t sure. Her curiosity warred with her fear, and she wavered
between barricading herself in her house with Coop and rushing to aid him.
Instead, she remained fixed in place.
“It’s
dusk.” She choked the words out, her throat tightening from her confusion.
He
leaned his head against the wall. She couldn’t see his features, but from his
outline, she could tell he was a large man. “Don’t…fear me. I’ll
leave…soon…dark.” His words washed over her again, stroking her insides.
With
a quick move, he stood. A stifled groan eased from his lips, and he rested his
shoulder against the wall.
She
took a step back. It took all of her inner strength not to run.
Coop
growled.
Something
wet dripped onto the wooden floor, the rhythmic splashes an eerie omen.
“Craya.”
He tipped over, his body sliding down the wall until he landed on the floor.
“Stay,
Coop.” Without a second thought, she raced to his side.
This
close, the dim light was enough to see his features. Rough stubble on his
chiseled jaw accentuated his luscious lips and broad nose, but what caught her
attention was the intensity in his eyes. His gaze swept across her features,
reading her, assessing her…devouring her. Warmth spread through her and she had
the sudden urge to curl up to him, find out if his lips were as delectable as
they appeared. Her cheeks heated, and she shook her head to clear her thoughts.
She
peered at his clothing. Blood stained his jacket, or what was left of it.
Tattered and torn, the ragged material clung from his wide shoulders. His
narrow hips led to muscular legs. He wore an odd pair of trousers that looked
hand-made.
With
a quick tilt of his head, he glanced at her. “Don’t…touch me.”
Her
training kicked in and she brought out her mother nurse side. “You’re injured
and need help. I’m a nurse. Let me assess you.”
His
gaze narrowed, the intensity in his eyes focusing on her.
Her
heart skipped a beat, but not from fear.
He
tried to stand again, but failed and gripped his chest with his free hand. “I
have to…leave.”
“The
only way you’re going anywhere is in an ambulance. Let me get my phone.” She
turned to go, needing to get help on the way as soon as possible.
He
gripped her arm, stopping her flight.
Heat
and something more, something sensual and powerful flowed between them.
“No!”
The word was a low command.
Despite
she knew nothing about this man her body responded to his order, her nipples
peaking beneath her shirt. Her mind raced. Why did she react to him this way?
She glanced from his face to his hand and back
again. He released her, and fell forward, his palm slapping against the wooden
floor. “I’m s…sorry. No infirmary.”
Infirmary?
That’s an odd word. She blinked. “You need medical attention. A hospital is
where you belong—”
She
stilled. Blood drained from her face. What if he’s a criminal?
Coop
rubbed against her leg. His chest rumbled.
The
man’s nostrils flared, and his intense gaze locked onto hers. “Don’t fear. I’m
not a danger to you.”
She
took a step back, toward the exit. “Are you running from the law?”
A
deprecating chuckle eased from his throat then was cut short. As he inhaled,
his lungs wheezed. “Not in the way you think.”
“But
you are running.”
“I…I
need to go.” He rose once again, but couldn’t maintain his balance.
She
caught him before he fell. Even with her big bone structure, his weight was
almost more than she could bear. “You’re not going anywhere in this condition.
You’re coming inside with me, so I can take a look at you. Then, we’ll talk
about an ambulance. Okay?”
His
nod was all the confirmation she needed.
MY
INTERVIEW WITH ROSALIE REDD
How would you
describe you style of writing to someone that has never read your work?
Well, I write paranormal romance, so first and foremost,
all my stories have a happy ending. I tend to write about dark, sexy heroes, ones
that are broken, hardened, not easy to handle. If you are looking for rainbows
and fluffy kittens, my stories aren’t for you. My sense of humor tends to be a
bit on dry side with a touch of sarcasm. You’ll either love my characters or
hate them, and that’s the way I like it.
What mindset or
routine do you feel the need to set when preparing to write (in general whether
you are working on a project or just free writing)?
First I have to read my email and check in on Facebook.
Once I’ve got any immediate tasks taken care of, I settle down to write. To get
back into the story, I usually review the last scene I wrote and then go from
there.
Do you take your
character prep to heart? Do you nurture the growth of each character all the
way through to the page? Do you people watch to help with development? Or do
you build upon your character during story creation?
I’m a planner, so one of the first things I do is fill
out a detailed character sketch for each of my characters, concentrating not
only on their external goals, motivation, and conflict, but also their internal
ones. I pair up the characters, cross verify that they are a good match for
each other before I even write a single word. Much of the character development
happens early on, but I’ve had a character or two who have ripped up all my
hard work, stomped their feet and imposed their will on me. At that point, I
throw up my hands and let them take me for a ride.
Have you found
yourself bonding with any particular character? If so which one(s)?
Yes, I have a soft spot for my villain, Ram. He didn’t
ask to be pulled into this war on Earth, but due to some unlucky circumstances,
had no choice. All he ever wanted was to prove his worth to his ex-wife. Got to
love a character that pines for something he can’t have, even if he is the
villain. I also really like Demir, the hero in Untamable Lover. He’s had a
rough life, isn’t always the nicest guy, but in the end, he’s a true hero at
heart.
Do you have a
character that you have been working on that you can't wait to put to paper?
Yes! Saar is the Commander of Arms in my Warriors of
Lemuria series and he will be the hero in book 4, Undeniable Lover. He’s been
chomping at the bit to get me going on his story. He’s a tough one, I have to
give him that.
Have you ever felt
that there was something inside of you that you couldn't control? If so what?
If no what spurs you to reach for the unexperienced?
I love to travel and there are so many places I’d like to
go. I know I won’t get to see them all, but I want to see as much as I can.
Sometimes people like to return to places that they’ve been to before. Some of
my friends even have yearly vacations planned in the same locations. I’m not
like that. Once I’ve seen someplace, I want to experience someplace new. This
gets back to my earlier comment – I won’t get to see everything, but I’ll go to
as many places as I can!
Author
Info
After finishing a rewarding career in
finance and accounting, it was time for Rosalie Redd to put away the
spreadsheets and take out the word processor. The award-winning author 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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