You’re gonna get what you’re gonna get #MWTease from Carnivora


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

This week’s tease comes from my WIP, the crime thriller Carnivora.

In this scene, Tomor is having his first meal in days since he escaped jail. 

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The axe woman and I sit opposite each other by the dinner table, delicious fumes of steak and mashed potatoes filling the small paneled kitchen. I eat like a pig. Haven’t had a meal like that in ages. Behind her, a fire purrs in the living room. The rain stopped about ten minutes ago. Dusk darkens the window at my side.

“Don’t eat so fast,” she warns, pointing her knife at me. “You’ll be sick.”

I grin. “Then I’ll just puke and eat some more.”

She shakes her head, but a smile lights up her tanned, wrinkled face. She knows I’m kidding. “Maybe it’s time you told me your name.”

I glance into her gray, fluid eyes. “The lesser you know, the better.”


“They might come back.”

“Ah.” With a sudden frown, she looks down and moves a piece of steak around in her plate.

I sigh. I’m full. After so many days without food, I can’t swallow any more. Content, I lean against the back of my chair, cross my arms, and gaze out at the tall trees that surround the cottage. If a search team returns, I’m fucked, sitting like this in full view.

“How come they want you so bad?” she asks, voice low. “What’ve you done?”

“This and that.” I turn to study her.

“Like my husband.”

I snicker. In my field of work—labeled criminal activity by the rest of society—it’s hard to surpass me. But she doesn’t need the story of my life.

Eyes fixed on her plate, she says, “He didn’t mean to be bad. Just came off with a wrong start.”


“Over and over again, he’d do time, then get out and say he’d change. He meant it, too. But it was so tempting to…” She shrugs. “One day it caught up with him good. Got him a lot more than the usual.”

“No mercy, huh.”

“No mercy.”

“How much left?”

“Four years, now. So he’ll be out in two. That’s such a long time. I miss him, every damn day.” With a deep sigh, she pauses and keeps her fork in the air as if searching for words.

“I understand.”

“He’s always good to me. Treats me well, you know. Nicely.” She clears her throat. “Makes me feel good.”


Oppressive silence.

Outside, happy birds chirp away, celebrating the end of the rain.

She puts her fork down and clenches her fists. Her large chest heaves, making soft waves of gray hair move around her shoulders.

I breathe slowly, too, and wait for the punch line.

She throws me a look, hooded eyes speaking of forbidden things. “You know what I’m talkin’ about?”

I’m not sure how to react, just hold her gaze.

“You know what it’s like to be lonely,” she whispers.

I do.

She stands, circles the table, pushes my plate away and places her legs on either side of mine. With a quick hand gesture, her flannel shirt opens, displaying gigantic, hanging breasts. The smell of hot sweat floats between us, but instead of hindering my attraction, the scent intoxicates me. I’m unable to put my eyes anywhere but on these full, tempting tits. How can a poor bastard locked up for a year without a female resist?

My cock stirs. I know what that means. With a deep intake of breath, I push my chair back and stand in front of her. Can’t meet her eyes ‘cause I’m afraid they’ll tell me she’s compensating for the loss of her husband. Don’t want grief mixed into whatever is happening.

I reach out and fill my palms with warm, soft boob. Fuuuuck, it’s been so long. I love feminine skin. With my thumbs and index fingers, I roll and squeeze the protruding nipples. She gasps and throws her head back. My cock stiffens, presses against the zip. Can’t help it, I’m in need. My hips shoot forward, into hers, and push her ass toward the table. The cutlery rolls to a side.

Breath hitching, she places her hands behind her. I can only imagine the hot wetness of her cunt, dripping with lust. Gets me even harder. I have no feelings for that woman, but I’m gonna need to bury myself inside her soon, very soon. I close my eyes and knead her generous, tender tits in my palms, making her mew.

She moves her hands to my pants and unzips them. My blood pulses faster. She grabs my length, pulls it out between us, and with expert fingers strokes all the way from the balls and up. Violent heat rushes through me. I laugh. This situation is un-fucking-believable and delicious at the same time. When she massages the tip, I groan loud, seeing stars behind my closed eyelids.

“I love cock,” she moans. “I haven’t had cock in years.

Well, you’re gonna get what you’re gonna get.

Breathing fast through gritted teeth, I open my eyes, bring my hands to her butt cheeks, and easily lift her to sit on the table. Her warm thighs envelop mine. I’m so excited, pre-cum leaks from my cock and drips onto her hand.

“Oh, yeah,” she says, pumping me with fervor, hot breaths brushing my chin. “Keep it comin’.”

My balls tighten, too. Not long before they deliver the goods.

How would she like to be fucked? Lying on her back with her legs spread, or pointing her sweet ass to me? Hesitating, I drink in the sight of her half-open mouth and hooded eyes. Can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s been so long.

A dot of red light prickles her cheek. Trembles.

What the—?

BANG! The window shatters, rains glass. Her head explodes. Brain pieces splatter on my face.

I fall backward, trip on my chair, land ass first on the floor.

Blood sprays all around. Her faceless body tips over.

I gasp of disgust, roll away.

The limp corpse hits the floorboards with a thump!

Choking, I crawl back to the table and hide underneath.

My ears buzz. The smells of copper and defecation fill the electric air. Nausea assaults me.

Where the fuck did she put her rifle?


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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