Blood Ritual Reviews...
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5 out of 5 Angels
"Blood Ritual is a novella of two beings who know they are meant to be one. This story has what
one looks for in a longer novel compressed into a short story. Miss Rosario keeps you breathless
with every step Slyvia takes in the ritual to become their queen. At the same time, you yearn to
see more when you find yourself at the last line. With Miss Rosario’s very descriptive writing I
could almost smell the smoke of the fire as well as the metallic taint of blood as I came to the
main part in these two characters’ place in the true ritual of blood. I for one would love to see a
sequel to Blood Ritual and find out how Sylvia and Dante are doing not only in their reign as King
and Queen, but as lovers as well."
Reviewed by: Debbie for FALLEN ANGEL REVIEWS
COFFEE TIME ROMANCE
3 cup review
"Ms. Rosario has written a story about the power of sexual attraction. Sylvia is so bewitched by
the master with his sexual prowess; she eagerly offers her soul for the bliss she finds in his bed.
Actually going through with the ritual will be a true test of her commitment, and her trepidation
is understandable. I was captivated by the lengths this woman went to to get her man, all the
while doubts plagued her decision. What some people do for love is sometimes unimaginable.
This is a great read."
Kathy
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance
Reviewer for Karen Find Out About New Books
3 cup review
"Ms. Rosario has written a story about the power of sexual attraction. Sylvia is so bewitched by
the master with his sexual prowess; she eagerly offers her soul for the bliss she finds in his bed.
Actually going through with the ritual will be a true test of her commitment, and her trepidation
is understandable. I was captivated by the lengths this woman went to to get her man, all the
while doubts plagued her decision. What some people do for love is sometimes unimaginable.
This is a great read."
Kathy
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance
Reviewer for Karen Find Out About New Books
"Blood Ritual oozes sensuality with every bite. L. Rosario wets the reader's appetite with rich and
descriptive writing that makes Sylvia's rite of passage into the vampire world an erotic journey to
be envied. Especially with the hot and mysteriously seductive coven king to satisfy any and all
cravings.
Provocative and bold, Ms. Rosario promises an intense adventure of dark ecstasy and erotic
fulfillment. Her readers will no doubt crave more--I do." ~ Darah Lace - author of Yesterday's
Desire - available at The Wild Rose Press
descriptive writing that makes Sylvia's rite of passage into the vampire world an erotic journey to
be envied. Especially with the hot and mysteriously seductive coven king to satisfy any and all
cravings.
Provocative and bold, Ms. Rosario promises an intense adventure of dark ecstasy and erotic
fulfillment. Her readers will no doubt crave more--I do." ~ Darah Lace - author of Yesterday's
Desire - available at The Wild Rose Press
"I just finished reading this ... and I can't tell you what an enjoyable read it was. The story is
written in first person, and it's about this woman's night journey to become queen of a vampire
coven. The hero is this mysterious yet very seductive vampire who has waited for a long time for
the right woman to cross his path and claim as his queen. I started reading it and couldn't put it
down until I finished it. The story is fast paced. Very sensuous too!" ~ Tempest Knight - author
of Enduring Promise - available at Cobblestone Press
written in first person, and it's about this woman's night journey to become queen of a vampire
coven. The hero is this mysterious yet very seductive vampire who has waited for a long time for
the right woman to cross his path and claim as his queen. I started reading it and couldn't put it
down until I finished it. The story is fast paced. Very sensuous too!" ~ Tempest Knight - author
of Enduring Promise - available at Cobblestone Press
Excerpt...
As I stepped out of the cave, the heat from the roaring bonfire caressed my flesh. I had
changed out of my jeans and t-shirt and into a rather skimpy dress that looked more like
a slip than anything else. The black silk caught between my thighs as I walked and was
shockingly cool in contrast to the nearby flames. Beneath my feet, the packed clay was
warm, and all around me were the musical sounds of the night.
Halting, I dropped my head back and closed my eyes to take it all in. Insects clicked and
chirped, small rodents scuffled about, and leaves rustled in the slight breeze.
"Sylvia."
The soft caress of my name invaded my calm, and I opened my eyes to focus on the
moon through the wispy clouds. Somewhere in the distance a coyote howled, sending a
shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but think it was the perfect night for a blood
ritual.
"Sylvia."
I shivered again. Only he had the power to say my name in a way that instantly
tightened my skin and made my heart race.
Looking through the fire, my breath caught. There, on the other side, he waited, and
emotions swelled within me. It was impossible to explain, but from the first moment I
laid eyes on him standing in a circle of moonlight, looking like he should be the ruler of
the night, I knew I'd spend the rest of my life loving him. The passing months had done
nothing to dim my feelings, and eagerness swept through me.
Amidst the shadowy red rocks, his pale hair and light clothing stood out like a beacon,
and although anxious to be at his side, I took a moment to drink in the sight. An ivory
button-down shirt, undone to his waist, splayed open over his chest, while butterscotch
leather molded across his muscular thighs. Dancing flames hid his features, but it had
taken only one unforgettable night to emblazon them in my mind forever.
He held out his hand, and I went, as if pulled by an imaginary string. Behind him,
cloaked in shadows, stood the coven. They watched me step around the fire to join their
master, and I wondered what lay behind their blank expressions. Approval?
Disapproval? Was I only one false step away from being ripped to shreds and feasted
upon?
Their opinion of me, whatever it might be, ceased to matter the moment I placed my
fingers in their master's cool palm. He tugged me forward and I fell against his hard
chest. One leather clad thigh wedged itself between my legs, and sparks of awareness
ricocheted low in my belly.
The fire blazed hot at my back, but it failed to singe like the intense sexual energy of the
man before me. Taking advantage of his unbuttoned shirt, I placed my trembling fingers
against his chest, above his heart. It if beat, I could not detect it.
He gazed down at me while brushing wayward curls back from my face. Fire
illuminated his features. The blue of his eyes burned brighter than I'd ever seen, his skin
glowed like smooth marble, and his sensual mouth was stained with blood.
Unable to stop myself, I reached up to brush the tips of my fingers over his full bottom
lip. The blood was fresh enough to wet my skin, an indication his human servant was
not too far away.
The soft caress of his hand over my cheek pulled my attention from his mouth. "You are
so beautiful, Sylvia," he said in the dark seductive voice I could never tire of hearing. "In
death you will be even more so."
I blinked at the choice of words. Tonight was indeed about death. My death. Was I truly
ready to die for this man? If the roles were reversed, would he die for me?
changed out of my jeans and t-shirt and into a rather skimpy dress that looked more like
a slip than anything else. The black silk caught between my thighs as I walked and was
shockingly cool in contrast to the nearby flames. Beneath my feet, the packed clay was
warm, and all around me were the musical sounds of the night.
Halting, I dropped my head back and closed my eyes to take it all in. Insects clicked and
chirped, small rodents scuffled about, and leaves rustled in the slight breeze.
"Sylvia."
The soft caress of my name invaded my calm, and I opened my eyes to focus on the
moon through the wispy clouds. Somewhere in the distance a coyote howled, sending a
shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but think it was the perfect night for a blood
ritual.
"Sylvia."
I shivered again. Only he had the power to say my name in a way that instantly
tightened my skin and made my heart race.
Looking through the fire, my breath caught. There, on the other side, he waited, and
emotions swelled within me. It was impossible to explain, but from the first moment I
laid eyes on him standing in a circle of moonlight, looking like he should be the ruler of
the night, I knew I'd spend the rest of my life loving him. The passing months had done
nothing to dim my feelings, and eagerness swept through me.
Amidst the shadowy red rocks, his pale hair and light clothing stood out like a beacon,
and although anxious to be at his side, I took a moment to drink in the sight. An ivory
button-down shirt, undone to his waist, splayed open over his chest, while butterscotch
leather molded across his muscular thighs. Dancing flames hid his features, but it had
taken only one unforgettable night to emblazon them in my mind forever.
He held out his hand, and I went, as if pulled by an imaginary string. Behind him,
cloaked in shadows, stood the coven. They watched me step around the fire to join their
master, and I wondered what lay behind their blank expressions. Approval?
Disapproval? Was I only one false step away from being ripped to shreds and feasted
upon?
Their opinion of me, whatever it might be, ceased to matter the moment I placed my
fingers in their master's cool palm. He tugged me forward and I fell against his hard
chest. One leather clad thigh wedged itself between my legs, and sparks of awareness
ricocheted low in my belly.
The fire blazed hot at my back, but it failed to singe like the intense sexual energy of the
man before me. Taking advantage of his unbuttoned shirt, I placed my trembling fingers
against his chest, above his heart. It if beat, I could not detect it.
He gazed down at me while brushing wayward curls back from my face. Fire
illuminated his features. The blue of his eyes burned brighter than I'd ever seen, his skin
glowed like smooth marble, and his sensual mouth was stained with blood.
Unable to stop myself, I reached up to brush the tips of my fingers over his full bottom
lip. The blood was fresh enough to wet my skin, an indication his human servant was
not too far away.
The soft caress of his hand over my cheek pulled my attention from his mouth. "You are
so beautiful, Sylvia," he said in the dark seductive voice I could never tire of hearing. "In
death you will be even more so."
I blinked at the choice of words. Tonight was indeed about death. My death. Was I truly
ready to die for this man? If the roles were reversed, would he die for me?
ROMANCE JUNKIES: 4 ribbon review
"In her novella, L. Rosario puts readers in the moment as Silvia submits to the vampire king,
becoming his bride and the coven’s new queen. The intimate and erotic ceremony of the
BLOOD RITUAL is wonderfully portrayed as Silvia becomes one of the undead and
prepares to spend her immortal life beside the man she loves. A steamy tale of passion and
new beginnings!"
By Romance Junkies Reviewer: Tracy Marsac
"In her novella, L. Rosario puts readers in the moment as Silvia submits to the vampire king,
becoming his bride and the coven’s new queen. The intimate and erotic ceremony of the
BLOOD RITUAL is wonderfully portrayed as Silvia becomes one of the undead and
prepares to spend her immortal life beside the man she loves. A steamy tale of passion and
new beginnings!"
By Romance Junkies Reviewer: Tracy Marsac
