Public display of affection #SexySnippet from A Thorned Rose in the Sand

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

Today, I give you a sexy snippet from my upcoming erotic interracial romance A Thorned Rose in the Sand.

In this scene, Ragab and Stevie find each other again on the street after having been separated for too long.

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Ragab filled with heat, all of him sizzling.

Although public display of affection was considered inappropriate, he circled the small of Stevie’s back and held her so she wouldn’t fall backward.

Passers-by could click their tongues and give sideways looks if they disapproved, he didn’t care.

“I told you I don’t want to talk to a scarf,” she said, voice soft, and tugged on the lower part of his turban.

When she’d uncovered his mouth, she smiled. “That’s better.”

She slid her arms around his waist and leaned into him, lodging her head under his chin.

Stray coppery hair tickled his lips. “This is as clichéd as it gets,” she said.

  

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After his studies in London, Ragab has returned to the nomadic lifestyle of his Bedouin family and the majestic silence of the Sahara. His days are spent herding camels and dreaming of the perfect wife, until a beautiful but feisty bike driver stuck in a sand dune turns his quiet world upside down.

When the rat-race of life in a big U.S. city becomes too much, Stevie Jones decides to change track and live her wildest dream – compete against the tough guys in a thrilling motorcycle rally across Morocco. But to her surprise, the real excitement is to be found away from the race track, in the shifting sands of the desert…

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Disclaimer: I’ve borrowed this photo of ultra-sexy model Alex Uloom to illustrate the book excerpt.

It’s true love #MWTease from #crime #thriller #Carnivora

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

This week’s tease comes from my WIP crime thriller Carnivora, which got a new, cool cover made yesterday! 🙂

In this scene, Luz misses her imprisoned lover.

 

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Tequila glass in hand, Luz closed the door, staggered to her small, sparsely furnished bedroom, and turned the light on. Squinting from the sudden luminosity, she faced the poster-sized, black and white photograph in a glass frame hanging above her desk.

“Hey, handsome!”

Tomor stood by his seventh-floor suite window, overlooking the part of the city that his gang ruled. Standing majestic in true crime lord style, arms crossed over a large chest. His black mustang mane slightly to a side, half his sharp features in the shade and the other half reflecting daylight. Long eyelashes, an eagle nose, high cheek bones, and a pointy chin. Just as she’d pressed the button to take the picture, he’d turned to look at her, dark hawk eyes gleaming and a knowing smile lifting the corners of his mouth. Strong and beautiful as an Indian warrior.

She was so thankful she’d been able to capture this precise moment on film; the last thing she had of him. That and the silver ring he gave her, with a turquoise stone encrusted in the metal. She still wore it.

No one had seen the portrait. She’d uploaded private documents and photographs to a secret cloud before he was caught. Weeks after being put on the Witness Protection Program, she ordered a huge print of her favorite picture.

Every day, she talked to him, told him about his daughter Billie, and asked how he was doing in jail. What were his living conditions, how did he make the time pass, and how did he handle the imprisonment?

“I miss you, sweetheart,” she whispered, swaying on her feet.

She wanted to caress his cheek and feel the manly stubble grazing inside her palm. She mimicked the movement in the air between them, following the contour of his profile.

“There, right there, you have a dimple.” She traced his chin and pointed to the small indentation in the middle, imagining his eyes widening with interest, black pupils telling her so many things.

If she asked, What? he would reply with a grin, I’m thinkin’ of the things I wanna do to you, his smile revealing a row of white teeth, surprisingly perfect for a man who’d grown up on the street.

Then he would bend to kiss her. Not a soft, gentle kiss. He would suck on her lower lip until she kissed him back with an equal hunger and let him in. Their teeth would clash and their tongues play. It was always erotic, lighting an instant fire in her lower stomach, a need to glue herself to his body, a want to be invaded in the deepest part of her while inhaling his intoxicating masculine scent.

“It’s love, you know.” She brought the harsh booze to her trembling lips and swallowed to the last drop. “True love.” Tears threatened to fill her eyes.

Again, she traced his profile. From his neck to the wide, bulging shoulders, strong muscles playing underneath his shirt. She imagined flattering his hard chest and playfully pinching its nipples. The tease always made him flinch. She smiled before approaching his lips again and demanding another kiss. Her hand wandered down his abs, snuck inside his pants, and grabbed a handful of crotch. His warm cock hardened to full length.

But no, that was in the past, idiot.

“Oooh,” she moaned, and took an unsteady step back. “I’ll never know what that is like anymore. Never…”

Her chest tightened. She put the glass to her lips.

Not a drop.

No relief, no comfort. She was all alone with her hurt, had no friends, no family to confide in. And Billie was too small to understand what was going on, that Luz was slowly slipping down a nasty, glistening slide into the unknown.

 

Copyright (c) 2018 Lea Bronsen

 

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Fight evil with evil

Crime lord Tomor serves a life sentence behind bars, but is abducted by mysterious men. A sick manhunt is on, with people around him dying like flies. He will need all his street flair and gangster skills to prevent his loved ones from ending on the death list.

Luz grieves the loss of her man while striving to take care of their baby. The last thing she needs is to fall for the new neighbor, an undercover agent awaiting the return of her fugitive lover.

A year after he betrayed his adoptive father and sent him to jail, David is slowly rebuilding his life—when everything falls apart again. He learns that Tomor has escaped, and at the same time, his police connections lead him to a child sex trafficking ring involving cold, powerful men.

The cops are in over their heads with “Project Carnivora” … Perhaps the only one who can help bust the pedophile predators is an equally vicious devil: Tomor, the country’s most hunted criminal.

 
 

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A Thorned Rose #MWTease

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

This week’s tease comes from my erotic interracial romance A Thorned Rose in the Sand, which has been contracted by Evernight Publishing for release in May. In this scene, Ragab visits his father and little brother at the hospital.

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A squeal and a metallic click sounded from inside the car, and out sprang Ali, looking as healthy and energetic as before.

Filling with relief, Ragab crouched and reached out for him.

The little boy threw himself at him so hard, Ragab nearly lost his balance. “Ragaaab!” He flung his thin arms around Ragab’s neck. “Can we play football today?”

“I’m so glad to see you.” Ragab swallowed to control his bubbling gratitude. When he loved, he loved fiercely, until the end. He set his brother down and held him at arm’s length. “You look good, little man. And yes, when we come home, we’ll play football.” He glanced from Father to the open car door. “What’s going on? Whose car is this?”

“It’s a taxiii!” called Ali with another squeal.

“But…” Ragab turned to Father. “We don’t have money for it.”

“It’s already been paid for.”

Ragab blinked, incredulous. “By whom?”

“I’ll let you have a guess.” The corners of Father’s black eyes creased with a smile. He looked very pleased with himself.

Ragab racked his brain but couldn’t think of anyone willing to pay what, several hundred dirhams to transport his family into the desert? More money than they spent on food in a year. “Who? A friend of yours? I didn’t know you were so well acquainted.”

Ali jumped up and down, kicking up red dust. “The cool biker woman who drove us here yesterday!”

Stevie?

Taking a step back in surprise, Ragab squinted as questions assaulted him. Why? How? Wasn’t she supposed to drive to Fez? Where was she now?

Father said, “She visited us earlier and said it would be better for Ali to be taken home by car after the surgery.”

Dumbfounded, Ragab nodded. “There’s no doubt about that. It’s very generous of her.”

“Yes. Very generous. I regret that I don’t speak her language so I could thank her appropriately.”

“Oh, it’s okay. She doesn’t want thanks. She’s just happy to help.”

Father studied him. “You know her well.”

“Yes, she’s that kind of person.” And then it hit him: she was fantastic. Reckless and fiery, yes, but beautiful inside out—a thorned rose—and he missed her more than he’d thought he could miss a woman.

Was he never going to see her again?

Ever?

Pain rushed through him, clotting his throat. His eyes stung.

But he mustn’t show his feelings. In order to preserve his sharaf, which had already taken a serious blow lately, he spun and grabbed bags hanging from Usain’s saddle. “I’ve bought these. Sugar, some flour, a bottle of olive oil…” He handed the bags to Father, sideways, not looking at him. “Since you have a car, you can bring them home. And could you please stop at the souq and stock up on rice—take a twenty-five-kilo bag, for example. And we’re running out of dates, so—”

“Ragab, look at me.”

He paused, stared at Usain’s blue rope leash and dug his fingers into the dromedary’s thick neck hair. Father’s word was command, but he couldn’t face him.

“My son.” Father’s hand set on his arm and tugged. “Look at me.”

After some swallowing, Ragab hardened his face and obeyed, meeting Father’s wise gaze. He estimated his age to be about sixty years—Mother was his second wife—and a lifetime of experiences shone in his eyes.

Father stared for a moment, before saying, voice firm but gentle, “My son, you have sacrificed years of your life studying in a foreign country so you can heal our neighbors and friends. And when I have been away, you have been responsible for your mother, your sisters, and our livestock. I am proud of you. You have taken care of everyone. Now I think it is time you take care of yourself.” He put a hand on Ragab’s chest. “Your heart is hurting.”

Copyright (c) 2018 Lea Bronsen

 

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After his studies in London, Ragab has returned to the nomadic lifestyle of his Bedouin family and the majestic silence of the Sahara. His days are spent herding camels and dreaming of the perfect wife, until a beautiful but feisty bike driver stuck in a sand dune turns his quiet world upside down.

When the rat-race of life in a big U.S. city becomes too much, Stevie Jones decides to change track and live her wildest dream – compete against the tough guys in a thrilling motorcycle rally across Morocco. But to her surprise, the real excitement is to be found away from the race track, in the shifting sands of the desert…

 

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Find out more about the book here

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