Q&S with Rosalie Stanton, Excerpt & Giveaway

Lost Wages of Sin (Sinners and Saints #1)

  • By Rosalie Stanton
  • Editions: ebook, paperback
  • Published: June 13, 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing
  • Genre: Adult Erotic Paranormal Romance
  • 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.
    ~ Bewitching BT

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    1. If you were to describe your e-book/book in only one word, what would it be?

    2. What would you say inspired you to write it?
    When the idea first came to me, I realized I hadn’t written much in the paranormal realm beyond vampires. At the time, one of my favorite books had featured Heaven and Hell at odds with each other, and since I have such an affinity for bad boys, I decided it’d be fun to try and create my own world using biblical mythology as a backdrop. Everything spiraled from there.

    3. What was the source of inspiration for your protagonist? What about your antagonist?
    I wanted to use a concept for my protagonist that wasn’t quite as noticeable as angels and demons. I thought about popular religious themes and came upon the Seven Deadly Sins. My initial antagonists were developed after I read about Peter Binsfeld, who assigned certain notorious demons to the Seven Deadly Sins. I wanted to use as much actual mythology with my created mythology as possible. From there, I developed my ideas about Heaven and Hell, Lucifer’s relationship with Big J, and how the Sins interact with the world.

    4. Have you ever been hit by the infamous “writer’s block”? What did you do to escape it?
    Yes, and I don’t know. There is no good answer to that. Sometimes I force words, sometimes I wait it out. Everyone has their own remedy for what suits them at any given time. If there is a fix-all, I haven’t found it…but for the sake of offering an opinion, I suggest writing like no one’s ever going to read it. It takes the pressure off to a degree.

    5. Your all time favorite book?
    Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier.

    6. What made you pick that one above all others?
    It’s a haunting, magnificently written mysterious love story.

    7. What’s the longest time you’ve spent working on a project?
    Two years, and that was with writer’s block. Granted, I’ve been working on the fourth Sinners and Saints for about as long, though not nearly as consistently due to work and some very distracting life events.

    8. What does your day-to-day life consist of? What else do you do, aside writing?
    I spend my days as a copywriter for an advertising agency. I also work in publishing on the editing side of things, and that takes up a lot of my time, which is one of the reasons I haven’t published or written all that much in the past few years. However, I am more than ready to get back into it.

    9. How do you deal with bad reviews or acid criticism? What would you advise other authors to that effect?
    It used to bother me on some level, and while I hardly enjoy it, I barely blink at bad reviews anymore. I won’t say I don’t look at reviews—because I do, I won’t lie. But as long as I told the story I wanted to tell, negative reviews pretty much roll off me.
    Bad reviews are a part of the business. If you get into any field where your personal work is made available for mass consumption, don’t expect everyone to love it. Thick skins are imperative in this industry. Write for yourself and if you’re lucky, others will enjoy it too. As long as you told the story you wanted to tell, you’ve done your job.

    10. Is this title part of a series? Without giving us spoilers, of course, what can we expect from the next e-books/books in the series?
    Yes, this is a part of a series. The next one continues the larger plot thread introduced in this book, and while each installment will be self-contained in terms of the main couple, the main storyline will continue to evolve.

    11. What do you have stored for us in the future? What are you working on/planning on next, aside this title/series?
    Honestly, this is the only thing I’m working on at the moment, despite having numerous of plot bunnies. Those projects are on my to-write-eventually list.

    Fun facts:

    1. If you could wish for any one thing, and it would immediately come true, what would you wish for?
    To write fulltime.
    2. If you were stranded on an isolated island, what’s the one book you’d absolutely wish to have with you?
    3. Name your favorite fruit.
    4. Coffee or tea?
    5. Favorite season?
    A toss-up between autumn and spring. The weather is cool but pleasant, and everything outside is lovely.
    6. How about fav time of 24 hours?
    That mystical sliver of time right before you’re about to fall asleep and the next day is a canvass of possibilities.
    7. Favorite food for breakfast?
    Cold pizza.
    8. Latest book you’ve bought and read?
    I’m listening to the FBI/US Attorney series by Julie James via Audible, and I love it.
    9. Favorite color, you know you want to tell us!
    10. Drama or comedy?
    The best is a mixture of the two: dramedy
    11. Have a fav quote or personal motto?
    To read makes our speaking English good.
    12. Cats or dogs?
    Dogs. Obviously.
    13. Dinner by candlelight or a night out clubbing?
    Dinner by candlelight. I was never a clubbing kinda girl.


    ” 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?”
    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.” ”
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    About the Author & Links:

    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

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    5 thoughts on “Q&S with Rosalie Stanton, Excerpt & Giveaway

    1. Judy Cox

      Thanks so much for the giveaway. This really looks good. I have already put it on my TBR list.

    2. Jessica @ Rabid Reads

      Ooohhhh . . . “irreverent” is a fantastic one-word book description TOO. And i’ve wanted to read Rebecca forever . . . YEP . . . that’s right, I haven’t read Rebecca. I know! What is wrong with me, LOL? Not that it’s remotely comparable, but I have read and loved ALL of Julie James books. So there’s that. Wonderful interview and excerpt, Livia! Thanks for sharing. This one is going on the wishlist too 😉


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