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Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Interview and Giveaway: Lost Wages of Sin by Rosalie Stanton




Please share a little about yourself, your genres, any other pen names you use.

I am an ad copywriter by day, an editor by night, and a writer in between. Married, no kids—and none on the horizon. I’m allergic to all things furry, so it’s just me and the husband. I grew up in a mid-sized Midwestern town that has more churches than stop signs, and was raised partially by fundamentalist grandparents while my mother brought home the bread. I only have the one penname—Rosalie Stanton, but should I ever write anything but erotic romance, I’d likely do it under a different name so as to not alienate my readership. My primary genres are paranormal erotic romance and contemporary erotic romance.

Tell us a little about your latest or upcoming release.

Lost Wages of Sin is a re-release with my fab new publisher, Totally Bound. It was first released in 2011 at 54k. In 2013, I decided to expand and build upon the book as I likely should have the first time. Now, the length is over 90k, with a lot more world building and development. I feel I grew up a lot in the years since it was first released. I didn’t set out to write a series back when the book first got its wings—it reads now much more cohesively.

Is there a theme or message in your work that you would like readers to connect to?

This series in particular is many things to me, but the relationships between Heaven and Hell, particularly Lucifer and Big J, might be contentious to some more devout readers. When I was in college and pursuing my minor in religious studies, I found myself asking a lot of the existential questions that eventually ended up in the story, in one way or another. So I guess the message would be—I didn’t do this lightly. These are things I’ve genuinely wondered, and I think those stories, the ones where the author puts his or herself into it like this, are the best…if not for the reader, then for the author. More of myself has gone into this series than any other work because of that. I don’t expect everyone to like it, but it’s honest on my part. Not just to piss people off.

What would your readers be surprised to learn about you?

I suffered from scrupulosity as a child, as a part of my OCD.

When you’re not writing what do you do? Do you have any hobbies or guilty pleasures?

Working, most often. I have two jobs which command most of my time. On occasion, I’ll play video games, but those instances are few and far between. The most egregious guilty pleasure thing I do is shop for clothes I don’t need.

Is there a genre(s) that you’d like to write that you haven’t tackled yet?

I’d like to do more straight urban fantasy, and despite having numerous ideas, I haven’t been able to get around to it. Eventually.

Of all the characters you’ve ever written, who is your favorite and why?

Lucifer is hands-down my favorite character, namely because he hasn’t given away all his secrets yet. He’s very witty, deeply affectionate, troubled, and has a hell of a temper (pardon the pun). He’s going to be the most difficult hero to work with, because his past experience, namely with his ex-wife, chases him throughout the series. But he has a very good friend—or a very good former friend—who wants nothing but the best for him, in his own way. Getting Lucifer and his old friend back to a place where they are chummy is going to be a pill; getting Lucifer to fall in love in a serious manner even more so, but I’m really looking forward to that book, when I get there.

If this book is part of a series…what is the next book? Any details you can share?

The next book features Luxi, Ava’s sister, in the lead. Her hero is a preacher-turned-politician. I wanted to give the Sin of Lust someone completely counterintuitive to fall for. She and Grayson (said hero) like to argue. A lot.

What is next for you? Do you have any scheduled upcoming releases or works in progress?

Yes, the second in the series, entitled Sex, Sin and Scandal, is set for release September 26. I’m currently preparing the third book for submission, and am working on the fourth.

What book are you reading now?

I’m listening to the FBI/US Attorney series by Julie James, thanks to Audible. I love it. She writes sexual tension like nobody’s business.

What is in your to read pile?

Reap and Repent by Lisa Medley. It looks awesome.


Lost Wages of Sin
Sinners and Saints
Book 1
Rosalie Stanton

Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing

Date of Publication: June 13, 2014

ISBN: 9781784300487
ASIN: Not yet available

Number of pages: 260
Word Count: 91k

Book Description:

Working for Lucifer is the best job in the universe, until the day it’s not. Then you’re on your own, with Hell at your heels.

Ava, Sin of Greed, has had a rough week. The angel she planned to make a life with left her with nothing but a Dear Jane letter. Even worse, Lucifer believes she spilled Hell’s secrets to her ex, and her boss’s temper is notoriously apocalyptic.

For centuries, Dante kept his feelings for Ava under lock-and-key. The one time he pursued something more, he nearly lost her for good. Lesson learned. However, when he hears of her planned elopement, all bets are off. Not having Ava was a reality he could accept. Losing her to an angel is something else entirely.

Now, Ava, once Hell’s golden child, is fleeing for her life. When her old friend Dante shows up, her first instinct is to send him packing. But Dante is more than a friend—he’s the only other man who tempted her, and his fierce loyalty challenges everything she thought she knew about him. As Ava prepares to battle the devil himself, she can’t keep from getting closer to Dante…though she doubts her heart can survive another break.

Excerpt:


Someone thumped her on the shoulder and sent her spiraling out of her thoughts. A jolt rushed through her body and everything went on autopilot. Ava jumped to her feet, formed a fist, and landed a blind punch in less than three seconds. It took another ten seconds for her scattered mind to piece together what had just occurred, and by then she was staring into an all-too familiar pair of crystal blue eyes.

Ava blinked. Hard. “Dante?”

“Fucking hell,” he cursed, cradling his nose and scowling at her. “What’d you do that for?”
“What the hell were you sneaking up on me for?”

“I didn’t sneak!”

Ava looked around, then waved a hand. “This is a graveyard, Dante. In the middle of the night in Nowheresville. You don’t just…I dunno, touch someone. You let someone know you’re there.”

“And here I thought getting your attention would do that just fine.”

“Not like that!”

“Next time I’ll read the fucking rule book.” Dante dropped his hands and sniffed. A small fleck of blood colored the space between his nose and lips, but other than looking a little swollen, he seemed otherwise undamaged. “If this is the way you greet your friends, it’s no small wonder the whole of Hades is after your sorry ass.”

 Ava’s shoulders dropped and she rolled her head back, a long groan riding off her lips. “You know about that?”

“What other reason would I have to be… Where the fuck are we?”

“Mississippi.”

Dante offered a dramatic sigh, though something in his eyes told her he’d only asked for show. Even at his drunkest, he wasn’t the sort to forget what state he was in.

“Mississippi,” he muttered. “So that’s what that smell is.”

On the other hand… Ava straightened her spine and arched an eyebrow at him. “So…what? You come out here to make fun of the locals?”

“No,” he replied coolly, wiping the stray speck of blood off his otherwise pale, pristine skin. “I came here for you.”

Everything in her stilled. Though she’d heard him the first time, the words had a way of really sinking in upon repetition. As though it took a time delay for her to realize there was no reason aside from her current problem that Dante should be out here with her—or here at all. He wasn’t the sort of guy to crash in antebellum tourist traps.

“You came here for me,” she echoed. “Why?”

He shrugged a shoulder, his face blanking the way it did when he wanted to appear blasé. “Why not?”

“Come on.”

“Thought you could use a friend.”

Ava stared at him a moment longer, then sighed heavily and tore her gaze to the ground. Yeah, she supposed she could use a friend. Or a whole army of them. And though Dante wasn’t the first person she would have called, she couldn’t deny she was happy to see him.

Not that his presence answered her questions. If anything, he added to the pile.

“I take it Merle gave you the message,” she murmured. “About…”

“The angel?” One perfect eyebrow arched. Actually, there wasn’t much about Dante that wasn’t perfect. Physically, at least. One of his most annoying qualities also happened to be his most prized. There was nothing worse than a man who knew just how damn good he looked.

Truly, Dante had always seemed a bit too perfect when it came to the male form. He was only a few inches taller than she and had a body built for debauchery, complete with strong arms and a marble-carved chest. Tonight, he was wrapped in a snug pair of jeans and a form-fitting long-sleeved navy tee, which made his pale skin seem paler. His hair was coal black and his eyes sparkled blue. Ava had always loved his eyes.

And thinking about his perfect eyes right now on the cusp of a broken heart while all of Hell nipped her heels was probably the last in a very long line of bad ideas. At once she felt overtly vulnerable, exposed. Standing in a strange town under strange circumstances with him, her oldest friend, seeming one part savior and one part…pissed.

Nothing in her world made sense right now. Dante had just muddied things up even more.
“Yeah,” she said when she remembered to speak. “The angel. Merle told you.”

Dante nodded solemnly. “That was the plan, right?”

Ava released a shaky breath, her mind spinning so fast it was a small wonder she remained standing. Looking at Dante now with everything that had happened in the past week still heavy on her heart, with the uncertainty of her future, took her suddenly oddly-shaped world and turned it on its head. She felt like she was living in the funhouse mirror version of her reality. Sebastian, then the Binsfeld Six, and now her vampire.

At some point she had to wake up.

“What are you doing here?” she asked again. “Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

“Not much,” he admitted, stepping forward.

There was something guarded in his gaze, and so help her if she started analyzing every little look from Dante, she would lose her mind. Trying to figure out what he was doing here was work enough.

“Not much.”

He nodded. “Just that you were out here. And you could use a friend.”

This admission did little to answer her questions. Her friendship with Dante was not a secret, by any means, yet she couldn’t speculate as to why anyone right now would decide to throw her a lifeline. Being alone certainly hadn’t done much for her…yet there was a good reason she hadn’t gone to Dante in the first place.

Dante was the kind of friend who was there for the good times and gone for the bad. At least in her experience. If he had any idea what was really going on, he’d make tracks. The large, cartoonish kind.

But Dante didn’t know. Hell, he didn’t even know what she was. His knowledge beyond his own kind was rather limited, and while his experience with others of Lilith’s children left him with a relatively grounded understanding of how the world worked, certain things—like Hell and all its residents—remained more or less relegated to the realm of other. He was aware Hell existed, sure, and had figured her for a demon early in their relationship, but otherwise boasted little knowledge of Lucifer or the pit beyond what was assumed through myth.

Seven centuries and he had no idea she was part of that myth. She’d never mentioned it, and he likely hadn’t thought to ask. His perception of her role had been established on the legs of their meeting, which, as it was, had been entirely accidental. It just so happened she didn’t like watching anyone, demon or otherwise, suffer at the hands of holy men, and in saving Dante’s life all those years ago, she’d earned a permanent ally.

Well, until now. Her own brand of permanence was about to run out, and of course Dante wouldn’t know why. If she explained the significance of what had occurred with Sebastian, and how limited her future was, he would be gone. She wouldn’t know to miss him.

Still, she owed him explanations. Dante was the one loose end she had—the only one who wouldn’t know why she was gone when Lucifer finally came to collect her life. Her siblings knew what was coming. Dante was the last person to whom to pay her regards.

Perhaps that was why someone had sent him to her. So she could do right by her one earthly friend and say goodbye.

“I could,” Ava admitted softly. “Use a friend. I’m glad you’re here.”

A shadow crossed Dante’s face. “That’s not good.”

She frowned. “What? That I’m glad you’re here?”

“Yeah. You’re never glad I’m near these days.” He laughed shortly. “You must really be into some deep shit.”

“You have no idea.”

“All this over an angel.”

The corner of Ava’s mouth pulled into a grin, and for a moment she felt somewhat like her old self. “More or less.”

“An angel, Ava. For fuck’s sake, what happened to your dignity?”

“Where were you three weeks ago?”

“I dunno, but if I’d known you were gonna be falling for one of those winged assholes, you’d better believe I’d have dropped everything to beat some sense into you.”

She snickered. “Like you could take me.”

“You never give me the chance to try,” he retorted, his eyes gleaming.

“Your ego is too fragile to handle getting your ass handed to you by a girl.”

“So you’ve told me. And told me. And told me. You know what they say about words and actions, don’t you, love?”

A small thrill raced down her spine, her insides igniting with heat and a rush of good old-fashioned nostalgia. “Wanna grab a beer?” she asked. “Or, you know, a burger? I don’t think I’ve eaten in a week.” She paused, then waved at him. “You can consider it the last meal of a condemned man.”

“‘Cause you’re gonna kick my ass, right?”

“That’s the plan.”


Dante grinned ear-to-ear. “Thought you’d never ask.”

About the Author:

Rosalie Stanton is a multi-published erotic romance author, with emphasis in paranormal and urban fantasy. A lifelong enthusiast of larger than life characters, Rosalie enjoys building worlds filled with strong heroes and heroines of all backgrounds.

Rosalie lives in Missouri with her husband. At an early age, she discovered a talent for creating worlds, which evolved into a love of words and storytelling. Rosalie graduated with a degree in English. As the granddaughter of an evangelical minister, Rosalie applied herself equally in school in the creative writing and religious studies departments, which had an interesting impact on her writing. When her attention is not engaged by writing or editing, she enjoys spending time with close friends and family.

Rosalie is represented by Tish Beaty at the L. Perkins Agency






https://www.goodreads.com/rosaliestanton


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