Title: Blood of the Demon
Demons of Infernum, #1
Author: Rosalie Lario
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length: 254 pages
Release Date: August 2011
ePub ISBN: 978-1-937044-14-5
Print ISBN: 978-1-937044-15-2
DEMONS
OF INFERNUM - Book One by Rosalie Lario
Keegan lives to exact revenge on
the evil demon who sired and abused him. When his father devises a plan to
bring on the apocalypse, he and his three half-brothers, interdimensional
bounty hunters for the Elden Council, are charged with capturing and delivering
their father for punishment.
Art gallery owner Brynn Meyers
has no idea that her ability to read memories embedded in objects and drain
people of their life force means she has demon ancestry. Unfortunately for
Brynn, she’s also the key to raising an ancient zombie army, which puts her on
every demon’s Most Wanted List.
And no one wants her more than
Keegan’s father.
Keegan must protect Brynn from
his father by any means necessary, but he’ll have to learn to harness the other
half of his genetics—the far deadlier, uncontrollable half—when he starts to
fall for the one woman standing between him and the vengeance he so desperately
seeks. The one woman he’ll never be able to resist.
“This
thrilling new series mixes danger with demons and romance with rocket-paced
action! I can’t wait for the next one.” ~ Alyssa Day, New York Times
bestselling author
“BLOOD
OF THE DEMON grabs hold of you from page one and doesn’t let go. It’s a wild
and hot paranormal ride readers will love.” ~ National bestselling author
Cynthia Eden
“The
hot and wild fusion of demon, dragon, and desire had me burning through the
pages!” ~ Jessa Slade, author of Vowed in Shadows
*** *** ***
EXCERPT
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Excerpt for Blood of the Demon
(Book 1):
Wait
a second... his
face.
“Your
nose, it’s healing.” She stumbled toward him, surveying him, then his brothers.
Taeg’s and Dagan’s wounds weren’t disappearing, but Ronin... “You, too, your
wounds are healing. How is—how is that possible?”
“Brynn,
go back into the room,” Keegan ordered.
Keegan
and Ronin could heal themselves? Amazing. No
wonder they were so badass.
The
large gash down the center of Keegan’s nose closed itself. Other than a few
stray droplets of blood, his nose seemed untouched. She took another step
toward him, but her foot collided with a hard object. She’d run into one of the
downed men. She lifted her gaze back to Keegan.
Wait!
Doing
a double take, she stumbled backward to get a closer look at the figure of the
man at her feet. No, he wasn’t a man. Not
a man!
His
characteristics were definitely male and his body mostly human, save the gray
pallor of his skin. But his face—it was all wrong. Five eyes instead of two.
Rhinoceros-like horn instead of a nose. Ridged spikes covered his forehead. His
nauseating stench burned her nostrils, like a horrid mixture of wet dog and
burning asphalt.
Warm
hands gripped her arms, and someone shook her. “Brynn.
Brynn.”
She
looked into Keegan’s face. His lips moved, but she couldn’t hear him over the
loud, shrill sound of an alarm.
He
shook her harder. “Brynn, stop screaming!”
She
realized with a start that he was right. Shutting her mouth abruptly, she moved
her gaze back to the thing on the floor. She couldn’t help it.
“Look
at me,” Keegan said, his voice harsh.
She
focused on his eyes, his lips, his nose—his fully healed nose. When she found
her voice again, she sputtered, “What the fuck is that thing?”
Another
figure on the floor moaned and stirred. Taeg strode over and kicked him, and he
stopped moving. But even from here, it was obvious he wasn’t human.
“What
are they?” she whispered.
Keegan
closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he reopened them, they blazed with
the intensity of some unspoken emotion. Almost like he felt sorry for her. But
when he spoke, all he said was, “Demons.”
“Demons?”
She laughed. Then laughed some more. In some distant part of her brain, she
recognized she bordered on hysteria. “Demons?”
Keegan
just stared at her.
“Are
you kidding me? Demons?”
“You
freely accept people with special abilities,” Ronin said as he moved next to
Keegan and pinned her with his gaze. “Is it too much of a stretch to believe
that demons might also exist?”
“Yeah,
but... ” What were they going to tell her next, that aliens were real, too?
“But I have special abilities.”
Dagan
coughed. “You also have dem—”
“Dagan,”
Keegan snarled, followed by a string of foreign words. Dagan yelled back before
whirling around and stomping out the front door.
She
concentrated on reading Keegan’s expression. “You actually expect me to believe
those were demons?”
He
nodded. “Yes.”
She
took several deep, calming breaths. “How? How do you know all this? How can you
tell me with such certainty that these are demons?”
He
exchanged a serious, telling glance with Ronin before answering her. “Because,
Brynn... I am one.”
Title: Mark
of the Sylph
Demons of Infernum, #2
Author: Rosalie Lario
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length: 268 pages
Launch Date: September 2011
ePub ISBN: 978-1-937044-36-7
Print ISBN: 978-1-937044-37-4
DEMONS
OF INFERNUM - Book Two - Rosalie Lario
Half-demon Taeg is desperate to
free his pregnant sister-in-law, who is spellbound to an indestructible book
that will create an army of the undead. He is convinced that an ancient sword
can destroy the book and the spell forever, but this relic has been hidden for
a millennia by a powerful glamour. The clock begins to run out on his search
when an old rival goes after the book and Taeg’s family in his quest for
revenge.
Librarian Maya Flores has a
secret: she’s immune to magic and is well aware of the supernatural beings
prowling the streets of New York City. Haunted by a brutal demon attack that
took her family, she is on a one-woman mission to destroy the evil demons who
did it—and any others who get in her way.
Maya is Taeg’s best hope for
uncovering the sword. Unfortunately, she wants nothing more than to kill him.
As he fights for her trust and to save his family, she is forced to face the
truth that not all demons are evil. And the worst part? She might be falling in
love with one, too.
“This
thrilling new series mixes danger with demons and romance with rocket-paced
action! I can’t wait for the next one.” ~ Alyssa Day, New York Times
bestselling author
*** *** ***
EXCERPT
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Excerpt for Mark of the Sylph
(Book 2):
Taeg
tightened his hold on her wrist until she dropped the dagger. He grabbed her
other wrist and pinned it back. “Look at me.”
Yeah,
apparently she wasn’t in an accommodating mood. Because instead of listening
she jerked her knee up, catching him square in the junk.
“Ooof.” That
freaking hurt.
He let go,
hands automatically lowering to protect his goods, and she shoved hard on his chest.
As he staggered several feet back, she spun and delivered a stunning roundhouse
kick that almost had him admiring her form, right before it caught him in the
side and sent him sprawling.
“What’s the
deal, lady?”
She grabbed
the knife and flew at him faster than he would’ve expected from a human.
Taeg shoved
off the ground and sidestepped her attack, and recaptured her wrist. He yanked
her arm up behind her as he maneuvered behind her back.
“Shit,” Maya
cried. The knife clanged to the ground, and he loosened his hold a fraction.
“Stop. I
don’t want to hurt you.”
“Yeah.
Right.” Her tone made it clear what she thought of that.
Pushing her
to the nearest wall, Taeg turned her to face him. He kept one hand on her
shoulder and the other on her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.
“Calm down,
Maya.” The familiar hum of energy in his ears told him his charm was doing its
thing. “I’m not going to hurt you. I only want to ask you a few questions.”
Her scowl
softened long enough for him to assume his power had worked. He let her go and
backed up a few steps. “How do you know what I am? Can you see the real me?”
Rather than
answering, she lifted a knee and slid one of her dainty hands into her boot.
When she withdrew it, she clutched another dagger, a match to the one on the
ground. Suddenly the reason for her boots became quite clear. The woman was a
freakin’ walking arsenal.
“Oh, shit.”
She kicked
off the wall and leapt into the air in a flying move that Jackie Chan would
have envied, adjusting the grip on her dagger. Hand high in the air, she aimed
for his neck. The woman was clearly determined to remove his head from the rest
of his body. Taeg dropped his legs out from under him, hitting the ground hard.
Maya’s legs
struck his back as she flew over him. He untangled himself and whirled around,
but damn she recovered fast. She tossed her dagger to the side to avoid jabbing
herself as she tucked and rolled. Then she jumped to her feet and faced him
with both fists up. Her face was almost expressionless, her heavy panting the
only indicator she was battling to the death. Damned if his interest wasn’t
drawn to her ample chest beneath that tight black top.
She smiled,
almost as if she were enjoying herself, and came at him with another kick.
He leapt
back to avoid being hit. “Damn it, I’m trying to talk to you, lady.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Title: Touch
of the Angel
Demons of Infernum, #3
Author: Rosalie Lario
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length: 286 pages
Release Date: December 2011
ePub ISBN: 978-1-937044-67-1
Print ISBN: 978-1-937044-66-4
Demons
of Infernum - Book Three - Rosalie Lario
After months of no work,
interdimensional bounty hunter Ronin Meyers jumps at the chance to locate an
incubus who’s using succubi as murder weapons. Faced with deportation to
hellish Infernum if he fails, Ronin will stop at nothing to take out the
incubus and anyone else involved. Even the beautiful succubus who stole his
heart—and nearly his life—during the most mind-blowing hour of his existence.
Night after night, Amara and her
fellow succubi are forced to extract special abilities from the strongest
Otherworlders for their psychotic master’s growing collection. When the
gorgeous angel-demon hybrid she believed to be dead captures her, Amara is both
stunned and elated.
But the happily ever after
Amara’s dreamed about will have to wait. Before she and Ronin can find
salvation, they must bring down the madman hellbent on destroying everything—and
everyone—they love. And Ronin and Amara are at the top of his list…
“Rosalie Lario opens a
portal to the Otherworld and you'll have very little chance of escaping. Of
course, you won't want to. Sexy heroes and kick-butt heroines will light up
your pages with an action-packed story mixed with danger and a heartfelt
romance.”~ ParanormalRomance.org
*** *** ***
EXCERPT
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Excerpt for Touch of the Angel
(Book 3):
“Why me, of
all people?”
She blinked
at him. “What do you mean?”
“Why did you
choose me out of all the men in that club?”
“I...don’t
know.”
That answer
wasn’t good enough. “I’m so what?”
Her brow
wrinkled. “What?”
“Back in the
living room. Before you said you couldn’t resist, you said that I was so...you
cut off before finishing. What was I?”
Amara gave
him a half smile. “Too decent for me. I should have left you alone.”
Unable to
help himself, Ronin reached out and traced her full lips.
She lost her
smile, her mouth trembling at his touch. “You said that at the club. But I
don’t think that’s what you were referring to.”
“No.”
She shifted
her head and his fingers fell to her neck. He stroked the tender flesh of her
throat before forcing her to meet his eyes. “So what then? What did you think
of me?”
A deep sigh
lifted her chest, and it took everything he had not to drop his gaze. Damn but
she turned him on. Partly because of what she was. But even more because of who
she was. Something about her called to him. This wasn’t good. Yet he couldn’t
stop himself from engaging her.
“What,
Amara?” he asked when she didn’t respond.
A spark of
challenge lit her eyes and she lifted her chin. “I thought you were delicious.”
The surprise
of that word elicited a laugh from deep in the pit of his stomach. “Delicious?”
“Irresistible.
Everyone else faded into the background when I saw you.”
He sobered.
Devil, she sounded serious. For all he knew she was playing with him, toying
with his emotions. As a succubus, that was sort of her specialty. But part of
him wanted to believe her. Hell, if he had to be honest, all of him did.
“I still
feel that way,” she whispered, moistening her lips.
Her words
made him hard in an instant. He’d had difficulty controlling himself upon the
mere sight of her back at Asmodeus’s house. Now, after this, he knew it would
be impossible.
Don’t forget what she did to you. What she put you through. He was undoubtedly weaker now. No way he’d survive another round with
her. This was dangerous.
Hell, he was
about to do something incredibly stupid. But then, that seemed to be his M.O.
when she was around.
Before he
could second-guess himself, he hooked a hand around the back of her neck and
yanked her forward, crushing his lips against hers.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Title: Heart
of the Incubus
Demons of Infernum, #4
Author: Rosalie Lario
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length: Novella
Release Date: January 2012
ePub ISBN: 978-1-937044-82-4
Demons
of Infernum - Book Four - Rosalie Lario
Biochemist Cresso Taylor lives
the sort of lifestyle most men would envy—he has wealth, natural incubus charm,
and more women than he can handle. But it’s not enough anymore. Not after
meeting Genevieve Russell, the sexy scientist who works with him at Elcorp
Laboratory. And she wants absolutely nothing to do with him.
After her fiancé broke her heart,
Genevieve has had enough of womanizers. She’s determined to steer clear of
sexy-as-sin Dr. Taylor, despite the fact that his incubus allure makes her want
to rip his clothes off. But when a secret admirer’s affection turns to the
macabre with threatening notes and grisly gifts, Cresso appoints himself her
protector. As she and Cresso hunt her stalker, she discovers there’s a lot more
to the sensual incubus than she ever imagined.
“Rosalie
Lario has done it again, Heart of an Incubus is addictive, non-stop action,
filled with steamy scenes and has you glued to the pages from page one!!” ~ Amber
at Awesomesauce Book Club
“Each
installment to the series seems to get better and better as well as spicier and
spicier. Ms. Lario really turns up the heat in this one and I can always count
on an exciting love/danger mix in her work. Its stories like these that keep me
reading and loving paranormal romance.”~Night
Owl Reviews
*** *** ***
EXCERPT
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Excerpt for Heart of the
Incubus (Novella 3.5):
“That
package.” He motioned toward the counter. “It’s for you.”
“It is? From
whom?”
“Don’t know.
Will says he found it by the door when he was doing his rounds.”
Cresso
picked up the box and handed it to her. When she saw her name scribbled on the
plain brown wrapping, a ribbon of dread curled through her chest, winding its
way down to the pit of her stomach. She knew that handwriting. Every time she
saw it, she got hit with a major case of acid reflux.
“Thanks.”
Her voice sounded far away even to her own ears. She took the package from him
and stared down at it, willing herself the strength to open it.
Cresso must
have read her discomfort because he shifted in place, sliding a hand into the
pocket of his slacks. “I suppose I’ll leave you to it, then.”
For the
first time ever, she barely noticed him leaving. She set the box on the cold
steel countertop and traced the wobbly letters on the smooth paper. Whoever had
written them had dug in the pen so hard that it had left grooves in the
wrapping. And how familiar those cursive scribbles had grown over the past
several weeks. Letter upon letter, a total of six in her collection now. But never
more than a single piece of paper. Never anything of this size before. And that
made her really, really afraid.
Come on, Gen. It’s just a package. It can’t kill you. Right?
Once
Cresso’s footsteps receded into the hallway, Genevieve took a fortifying
breath. Hands shaking, she tore off the wrapping to reveal an indistinct
shoebox underneath. Okay…okay. Maybe it was a new pair of shoes.
Yeah, right.
And maybe the yummy Dr. Taylor has all of a sudden decided to lose the harem of
women who come sniffing around here, volunteering to be his lab rats. Not
freaking likely.
Oh hell,
might as well get it over with. Willing her calm, clinical side to take over,
she grabbed the box and lifted the lid. The cloying scent of formaldehyde
drifted to her nose before she caught a glimpse of what was inside. When she
saw what it was, she nearly jumped out of her skin. She dropped the shoebox and
it thumped onto the polished concrete. The contents flew up, then plopped back
into the box, landing in an eerily similar position to how they’d originally
been placed.
Genevieve
didn’t even realize she’d screamed until Cresso came racing back into the room.
He moved so fast he was nothing but a blur, materializing right in front of
her. His hands closed around her arms, fingers digging in painfully.
“What’s
wrong?”
She opened
her mouth to tell him, but nothing came out.
His mouth
tightened and he examined her thoroughly, as if checking for cuts or chemical
burns. “Dr. Russell, what is it?”
“I…” Was it
crazy that even now she noticed the heat of his hands on her? When he lifted a
finger to gently press her glasses back onto her nose, her mind went blank.
“Tell me
what happened.”
Oh, right.
The package.
Not trusting
herself to do anything more than blabber, Genevieve pointed to the shoebox on
the ground by their feet.
He saw what
was inside it and released her with a muttered curse. Squatting, he pulled a
pen out of the front pocket of his dress shirt and used it to push around the
thing in the box.
When his
eyes met hers, unmistakable anger had darkened them into two glittering black
pearls. “It’s a skinned rat.”
“Ye-yes.”
“Who gave
this to you?”
Genevieve
shook her head, gagging at the sight of the poor mutilated animal. She covered
her mouth with her hand. “I don’t know.”
Cresso
dropped his pen into the box and stood, waves of tension radiating off his
body. His hands clenched into fists. “Okay, Genevieve, you need to tell me what
the hell is going on here.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
About the Author:
Rosalie
Lario practiced real estate law for several years before finally admitting to
herself that negotiating contracts wasn’t nearly as fun as dreaming up stories.
As an avid reader of romances and supernatural stories, she knew she wanted to
write paranormal romance.
When
not writing, she enjoys spending time with her husband and son in their home
state of Florida, as well as searching out things that go bump in the night.
She still hasn’t found any proof of the supernatural, but she's keeping her
fingers crossed.
Twitter: www.twitter.com/RosalieLario
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/rosalie_lario
