Happy Wednesday, and thanks again to the lovely Angelica Dawson for organizing the MidWeekTeases 🙂

This week’s tease comes from my new dark romantic suspense FIERY 10-16.

*****

Oops.

Dawn’s heart thudded. She hadn’t meant to say these three words. Considering her past mistakes, marrying Joe in spite of her parents’ strong warnings, it was way too early for a love declaration. She’d intended to thank Runo for his sacrifice in the cabin, for his chivalry and morals, for giving her renewed faith in love, and for offering her a future.

Yet in this moment, “I love you,” sounded appropriate. What she felt for him wasn’t what she’d feared—that she needed a strong man and would fall for the first one who crossed her path. This was real. She loved him. He was a unique and precious specimen. She would never find a braver, kinder, more respectful and selfless man than he.

He returned the kiss, but she needed to explain. She didn’t want him to believe she hadn’t thought this through.

She straightened and sat on his bedside. “You’ve set me free. I’m free.” She spread her arms like a bird taking flight from a cliff, flying on her own, unrestrained. “I feel reborn. And the kids will never again have to be afraid. I’ll never more have to fight for their survival.” She put a hand on his chest, careful not to touch his wound. “You have a heart of gold. You took a bullet for me.”

Gaze serious and shimmering, he stared for a moment, then cleared his throat. “Would you please move my pillows a little? I’d like to sit up a bit.”

“Sure.” She leaned over him, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and pulled him up to a half-seated position. While she adjusted the pillows to prop his back, he took a long, audible breath in her cleavage, through her gown.

“Stay like this,” he said, voice thick.

She obeyed. More than aware of their sudden intimacy, she put her hands on the sides of his mattress for support and lowered her chest to facilitate his reach.

His nose touched the inner side of one breast, then moved to the other, and back, as if he didn’t know which one he liked best. “You smell so good.”

Hmmm…

Her nipples hardened. Warmth settled at the pit of her stomach.

He pulled at her gown until all of it slid up from her lower body and folded at chest level. Lifting the white material over his head, he disappeared beneath and groaned.

She drew in a sharp breath.

When his warm mouth closed over a nipple, she whimpered. He sucked on the bud while pinching the other with two fingers. A pulling sensation in her breasts sent electricity straight to her pussy. The harder the suction and pinching, the faster her inner muscles contracted and heated. He knew what he was doing. Wetness glided out of her and moistened her opening. She moaned. She couldn’t stay in this position, leaning over him with her ass in the air. She had to sit, had to fill her burning pussy.

In a haze, she moved back, pulled the gown over her head, and threw it to her bed. Despite the bandages and visible marks covering her torso, Runo devoured her with his dark, smoldering eyes. His breaths came out at a fast pace, his broad chest heaving. Undoubtedly, he wanted her as bad as she wanted him.

Copyright (c) 2017 Lea Bronsen

Runo Wiggins is a scarred man, the wounds etched into his psyche deeper than those on his skin. But he loves his job: fighting fires helps reenact his survival of a house fire as a teen, one that killed his mother and brutal stepfather.

Dawn Caravello is married to a psychotic drunk. She can take his beatings as long as he doesn’t touch their children, and she’ll do anything to put food on the table, even if it means stealing from the town hero.

When Runo meets the fiery Dawn, sparks fly. But he suspects she is victim of the same abuse as his mother was. As day turns to night, the past and the present blend in an exhausting, nerve-wrecking chase to prevent another death.
 
 

Fiery 10-16 is available on Amazon.com and Amazon.uk
 

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Thanks to the 5-star review given by TBR Pile recently, my dark romantic firefighter suspense FIERY 10-16 is entered in their Book of the Month contest.

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Happy Sunday! Today, I give you a sexy snippet from my erotic romance short story PLAY WITH ME.

In this scene, hot and muscular rugby player Kevin takes Myra for a visit of the inner sanctum of Cardiff Rugby Club.

(The snippet is slightly longer to make sense)

*****

Face-to-face, Kevin pushes me against a cabinet and puts his palms on my waist. The sensual touch sends darts of heat through me. “Give me a chance. I’ll be worth it.”

I suck in a breath. He’s asking me too fast.

He leans forward and sniffs my neck, breaths hot on my skin. “You have the smell of a rugby player…”

I grimace. “I need a shower.”

“…And a hot-blooded woman who gets what she wants.”

Cornering me, he presses me against the cabinet with his hard, chiseled body. His face nears mine, so close soft puffs of warm air brush my lips.

Exchange student Myra runs to get away from the heavy class load. When she lands in a male dominated world – a rugby practice in South Wales – and asks to play with the team, she has to prove she’s qualified, in more ways than one. 
  

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Happy Wednesday, and thanks again to the lovely Angelica Dawson for organizing the MidWeekTeases 🙂

This week’s tease comes from my story SLICK, in the dark erotic fantasy anthology DARK & DIRTY.

*****

Phone to his ear, Slick picks a bottle from a generous selection and spins to show it to me, lifting his brows as if to offer me a drink. The bottle has the rich gold-orange color of a bourbon.

Is he crazy? I don’t drink at work. I shake my head and walk out to give him some space. It was a nice gesture, though, making a point of treating me like his equal. I had no idea such an important person, a managerial director, apparently, could be so thoughtful. I’m too used to their looking down at me.

I arrange the coffee cups around the conference table, wheel the empty trolley to a corner, and go to the large window to have a look. Fourteen floors separate me from the ground, and rooftops of varying heights stretch into the horizon. Feels like the building is swaying.

This is power. You can drink alcohol in your work hours, come and go when you want, and have the most luxurious office on top of the city.

Still, I may be a cockroach living in a dump on the lugubrious side of town, I wouldn’t trade my miserable life for Slick’s privileges.

“No! They’re my kids, too!” A yell from the door, followed by a bang and the sound of shattering glass.

A shiver runs through me. I freeze and strain to hear.

Gasps.

Should I help him? He probably wants to deal with his personal issues on his own. When I have problems, I sure don’t want anyone to interfere.

Silence. So fucking quiet, I can hear the blood pulsing in my temples.

Alarm shoots through me. Broken glass and anger don’t do well together.

I swivel and hurry into the adjacent room.

Slick sits on the edge of the desk with a hand covering his ashen face and the other arm across his naked chest. His phone lies next to him. On one of the walls, a brown splatter narrows to a streak gliding down to the carpet, with sharp shards of glass at the bottom reflecting light.

“You okay?” I ask.

He nods, but doesn’t look at me. He seems petrified. Maybe the phone call was the drop that made the vase spill over, and he can’t handle the overload. Or maybe he’s ashamed of letting his anger get the better of him. Powerful people want to be in control, they don’t explode and destroy things. That’s what thugs like me do.

I circle his desk, find a trash bin, and squat in front of the pile of shards to help pick them up.

At last, he pushes from the table and kneels in front of me. He says something I don’t get because heat from his naked torso brushes me like the sensuous caress of a whore, and an ensnaring scent of musk mixed with cologne sneaks into the dark parts of my brain. Turning to mush, my head buzzing, I use my thick fingertips to pull the biggest shards out of the carpet slowly, placing them in the bin with exaggerated care to prolong the time I can be near him. This moment will be over too soon.

He puts a hand on mine, his fingers radiating heat.

Fuck, I can’t stand the intimacy. As if burned by fire, I retract my hand from underneath his.

He growls, “I said, be careful. You’re going to cut yourself.”

I suck in a breath. He’s referring to my trembling? My callused hands always tremble in every situation. It’s something I developed in prison. But he doesn’t know it’s normal for me. Maybe he thinks I’m a bundle of nerves and that the sight of broken glass shocked me. If he knew the things I’ve seen! Holding back a chuckle, I focus on the difficult task. Now that I’ve picked the bigger pieces of glass, miniature ones are revealed beneath, lodged between the carpet fibers.

“Didn’t you hear me?” From the hard tone in his voice, he’s used to giving orders.

For a while there, I forgot he’s a customer—thus the boss—and I the employee, the one who has to bow and give thanks for having a job at all.

Trembling hand mid-air, I gaze up into his stare and swim in the storm of emotions in his black, strained eyes, framed by long lashes. I can’t resist glancing downward, to his mustache, full lips, and bearded jaw.

Everything about him makes me sizzle. The vulnerability exposed by his ex’s phone call, dueling with the toughness he showed dealing with the suits earlier. His perfect muscles playing underneath tanned skin and a mat of manly hair. The very basic human way he kneels before a pile of glass shards, proving he’s mortal like the rest of us, while wearing one of the most expensive pant fabrics I’ve seen in my lifetime, in a luxurious office on the rooftop of the corporate-finance part of the city.

Copyright (c) 2016 Lea Bronsen

Introduction by USA Today bestselling author Jenika Snow.

Four dangerously dark and delicious stories that will awaken your dirtiest fantasies.

NOT ONE NIGHT by D.C. Stone:

One night of pleasure isn’t worth losing a lifetime of friendship. Or a reputation. Or a career. A spot in the social standing. That irritating innocence. Or the always-so-present pride.
…
But it is worth losing her heart.

REDEEMER by Kastil Eavenshade:

His family has the wealth and power to give him anything … except approval.

Gianni Bencivenni marks his time in lines of cocaine. One lover is the same as the next within the walls of addiction—until his family puts a contract out on his life. On the run with the last man he wants to be in close quarters with, Gianni has to decide whether his yearning for acceptance and love can overpower his need for a drug-filled haze.

Johnny “Butcher” Mascagni marks the black sins he commits. Death is his profession and ghosts of the dead haunt his waking moments. His penance for the dark life he’s led. Through all the men who have shared his bed, love is a promise that eludes him. When a former lover becomes his last assignment, Butcher must decide if he can set his demons free and open his heart again.

SLICK by Lea Bronsen:

Ex-convict Luke has been fortunate enough to land a small job as a kitchen assistant, but he’s lonely and crippled by baggage from the past.

CEO Roman Spencer also has his share of problems. It doesn’t help that a tough and hot-headed kitchen worker begins to plague his mind…and body.

The more Luke runs into Roman, the more his dark fantasy turns into attraction. If he surrenders, his thug pride will effectively go down the drain.

ADDICTIONS by R. Brennan:

Alexis Harrison is a mess. She’s managed to blow out her knee, lose her scholarship, and get hooked on pain killers. Now she’s playing mule to her dealer, who is her only friend, to support her ever increasing habit.

If something doesn’t change soon, her addiction is going to cost Lexi more than just everything.

Find out more about the book here

It’s available on Amazon.com, Amazon.uk, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Smashwords,

and in paperback

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*****

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Happy Sunday! Here are seven lines from my latest release, the dark romantic suspense Fiery 10-16. A scorching story of desire, abuse, and bravery.

In this scene, Runo tells Dawn how much he still misses his late mother…

*****

Warm hands touched his face, cupped his wet cheeks.

Surprised, he looked up and blinked away the water blurring his view.

Dawn leaned close, her expression motherly and tender.

How could she be such a good woman, so sweet and understanding? God knew he’d needed one like her for ages. Someone special, made just for him. Maybe all that time, all those lonely years longing for a partner and lover but not daring to have one, he’d waited for her. Dawn.
 
 

Runo Wiggins is a scarred man, the wounds etched into his psyche deeper than those on his skin. But he loves his job: fighting fires helps reenact his survival of a house fire as a teen, one that killed his mother and brutal stepfather.

Dawn Caravello is married to a psychotic drunk. She can take his beatings as long as he doesn’t touch their children, and she’ll do anything to put food on the table, even if it means stealing from the town hero.

When Runo meets the fiery Dawn, sparks fly. But he suspects she is victim of the same abuse as his mother was. As day turns to night, the past and the present blend in an exhausting, hold-your-breath chase to prevent another death.
 

*****

Find out more about the book here

FIERY 10-16 is available on Amazon.com, Amazon.uk and in paperback

Add it to your Goodreads list

*****

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Thanks to fellow author L.J. Longo for interviewing me! I had so much fun sipping coffee in a burning house with you, while watching handsome firefighters work their magic and discussing my new dark romantic suspense FIERY 10-16.

Read the interview on Graceful Indecency!

You’re the coolest, L.J. 🙂

Happy Wednesday, and thanks again to the lovely Angelica Dawson for organizing the MidWeekTeases 🙂

This week’s tease comes from my new dark romantic suspense FIERY 10-16.

*****

Dawn admitted, “My husband found the money.”

From the firefighter’s wild, brown eyes and hard features, her words hit home—he cared about her. He wouldn’t be so angry if he didn’t. The realization relieved some of the tension within, and the bathroom walls stopped shrinking around her. She took a deep breath, waiting for him to say something.

“And then?” he asked, after a beat of time.

She heaved her shoulders, as if to say, “That’s it, nothing else happened.” Runo—that was his name, if she remembered well—didn’t need to know about the beating that ensued, or the rape. Her intimate parts still burned from that.

It was just her luck. Any other alcoholic wouldn’t be able to get it up, but Joe did, at all times, and he used his hard, punishing cock to inflict even more humiliation.

Runo lifted his brows. “What did he do after he found it?”

She sighed, pretending he annoyed her, but inside, she jubilated. He really, really cared. Whoa, such a good feeling to have after all the bad stuff she’d endured before Joe passed out from the drinking.

Runo was not only concerned about her, he was amazingly handsome, too, with his half-African traits, tanned skin, and captivating gaze mirroring honesty. If he played the town hero card a little more, she’d fall flat for him. If she hadn’t already. He was irresistible.

He pushed from the door and took a step toward her. “C’mon, Dawn, tell me what he did after he found the money.”

“He bought booze, dass’ all.”

“Yeah?” He leaned closer, his scrutinizing gaze ping-ponging between her eyes. Clearly didn’t believe her.

“Yeah. And then he drank and fell asleep.”

“What were the bruises you showed us earlier? Huh? Is he beating you?”

Shit, the bruises. The blood drained from her head. She’d forgotten about that episode. Not about being so near the firefighter—a vivid déja-vu sensation reminded her they’d had the same closeness when she kissed him, and the memory made her breath catch—but she’d forgotten about showing the marks on her ribs. Lately, she’d developed a habit of using anything in her favor to get out of trouble. And now, what she did in the supermarket was back-firing.

He deepened his frown. “You need to tell the truth. It’s the only way we can help you.”

Ha! If he thought she’d tell him about the beatings and then have him go to the police, he could think again. The case would be dismissed, Joe would be released from custody, and, completely pissed, he would increase the punishment tenfold for sure. Take it out on the kids, too. Alarm shot through her, causing pressure on her chest. She froze.

No, she couldn’t let that happen. She needed to stall Runo, distract him, divert the subject.

What better way than to seduce him? She had plenty experience in that department. From the manner he had looked at her earlier, repeatedly dipping his gleaming gaze into her cleavage, it wouldn’t be difficult to steer him in a direction that suited her.

It didn’t matter he was a gentleman and she used his sex drive to get what she wanted. Even if that made her a hypocritical bitch. An abuser. Hadn’t she learned from the best? Sarcasm filled her with ugliness, but she needed to focus on the priorities.

Do everything it takes to protect the kids, remember!

It wasn’t her fault she’d become a desperate person. Life had forced her to be dark and manipulative.

Pfft. Playing on other people’s feelings was just one of many acts in her register.

What now? She could put a hand on his broad chest and caress him, play with his nipple, or grope his thick groin package again, but she’d already tried that and he’d been unwilling. She needed to come up with another idea.

Oh, yes. Faint.

She blinked a couple times before closing her eyes, letting her body soften, and weakening her knees. Seconds later, she slid down onto the floor and hit her head against something hard. A wall, maybe. Or the toilet. Not the most hygienic place to spread her hair and body parts, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do.

A male exclamation sounded, then a thud hit the ground beside her—he probably went down on his knees—and strong arms slipped beneath her back and legs and lifted. “Dawn! Dawn, do you hear me?” The exasperation in his voice gave her a hint of bad conscience, but she enjoyed her victim role too much, being lifted onto his muscular thighs and lying safely in his arms.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He shook her shoulders a bit. “Dawn!”

Hot breaths brushed her chest. Her nipple, in fact. Had her dress slipped in the commotion and exposed a breast? Perfect.

She fluttered her eyelids and caught a glance of him. He didn’t stare at her breast—though he undoubtedly did seconds before—but at her face, his features concerned. “Wake up, Dawn.”

His voice sounded so warm, so comforting, that alone made her feel cocooned. She opened her eyes wide and took the rest of him in.

Hard, bulging muscles tented his shirt in all the right places.

My, my, isn’t he built like a grizzly!

Joe may be surprisingly strong despite his drunkenness, but in comparison, the firefighter looked like Hulk. He must have the strength to give Joe the beating of his life.

Ha ha! She imagined her husband taking a mighty blow to the chin and flying backward in the living room, crashing into furniture and collapsing like a lifeless puppet on the floor. And then her hero—this very piece of hotness holding her in his arms now—would make passionate love to her on the kitchen counter. Make her scream.

Copyright (c) 2017 Lea Bronsen

Runo Wiggins is a scarred man, the wounds etched into his psyche deeper than those on his skin. But he loves his job: fighting fires helps reenact his survival of a house fire as a teen, one that killed his mother and brutal stepfather.

Dawn Caravello is married to a psychotic drunk. She can take his beatings as long as he doesn’t touch their children, and she’ll do anything to put food on the table, even if it means stealing from the town hero.

When Runo meets the fiery Dawn, sparks fly. But he suspects she is victim of the same abuse as his mother was. As day turns to night, the past and the present blend in an exhausting, nerve-wrecking chase to prevent another death.

*****

Find out more about the book here

It’s available on Amazon.com, Amazon.uk and in paperback

Add the book to your Goodreads list!

*****

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Be sure to check out all the fantastic writers sharing Mid-Week Tease Blog

Spring is here! What better time to share our favorite reads for the season? Join in and tell everyone about what new reads you’re excited about!

In my part of the world, “Easter holidays” equals to sitting in the sunny corner of your garden with a hot chocolate and reading. For weeks before the holidays, it’s all that people talk about, and the media is overflowing with ads and reviews of new romances and suspenseful reads.

Did you know I have one of my own? The dark romantic firefighter suspense FIERY 10-16 came out a week ago 🙂 So how about that one for a hop prize? It’s a scorching story of desire, abuse, and bravery, and according to a reviewer, “This book was so intense and my heart was racing throughout.”

All you need to do for a chance to win an ecopy is to tell me about your favorite Easter reads in the comments! I will pick one random commenter after the event, on the 18th of April.

As for me, come Friday afternoon, I’m going to start reading Mo Hayder’s thriller POPPET, which looks to be quite a chilling story. I love all of her books and can’t recommend them enough ❤

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Now, hop on to the next blogs and have fun!

Happy Sunday! Here are seven lines from my new release, the dark romantic suspense Fiery 10-16. A scorching story of desire, abuse, and bravery.

In this scene, Runo finds Dawn in the back of a dirty pub. She invites him into a bathroom, but he knows it’s wrong and tries to leave…

*****

“Wait, don’t go!” Still smiling, she closed the distance between them and plastered her body to his. A hot body full of life. Engorged lips so near his face. A spark of fieriness in her eyes that spoke of personality, the same one that’d urged him to release her in the supermarket. “I remember you. You’re a big guy.” She put a hand on his chest, slowly curling her fingers into his shirt like a cat’s paws. “But a good guy. A very good guy. A hero.” Her essence wafted up his nose, the natural, feminine skin scent that’d snuck into his system this morning and aroused him.

Runo Wiggins is a scarred man, the wounds etched into his psyche deeper than those on his skin. But he loves his job: fighting fires helps reenact his survival of a house fire as a teen, one that killed his mother and brutal stepfather.

Dawn Caravello is married to a psychotic drunk. She can take his beatings as long as he doesn’t touch their children, and she’ll do anything to put food on the table, even if it means stealing from the town hero.

When Runo meets the fiery Dawn, sparks fly. But he suspects she is victim of the same abuse as his mother was. As day turns to night, the past and the present blend in an exhausting, hold-your-breath chase to prevent another death.

*****

Find out more about the book here

FIERY 10-16 is available on Amazon.com, Amazon.uk and in paperback

Add it to your Goodreads list

*****

Catch the other #SexySnippets here!

Sexy Snippets are seven sentences, taken from a work in progress, or published book, brought to you every Sunday.

Have Fun!