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

This week’s tease comes from my ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which recently re-released with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. After watching the two bicyclists playing with each other during the night, Anne is having a weird dream.

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In her dream, hard cocks of all sizes, shapes, and colors proceeded before her eyes, as if on display in a store.

Confused, she looked around and found herself naked in a large, white-tiled bathroom with four men standing in a row under shower heads. Instead of water from the nozzles, rain fell through the open roof, enveloping her with icy liquid, clattering on the tiles. Hair dripping, the men stood with the pallor and apathy of mummies, shivering from the cold, water running down their faces, open mouths gasping for air like fish on land.

The lights went out with a terrifying bang. Her heart skipping a beat, she blinked. In the next second, she was kneeling on the same floor. The men stood in a circle around her, their erect cocks poking at her, some straight, some bending sideways. She stared in disbelief and took the nearest one in her hand, stroking it, before looking up to the guy’s face. Oh God, she recognized Todd’s bedazzling emerald eyes. Shocked, she let go of his cock and turned to the guy next to him. As she took his erection in her hand, she realized it was the one she’d previously seen in a mirror. Micaela’s. With a gasp, she dropped it and glanced at the next in the row. This one she knew well, her husband’s, with the familiar purplish color and protruding vein on the underside. She turned to look at the guy standing next to him, an elderly man with white pubic hair and a heavy belly, and Papa stared back, clear, blue eyes wide with shock!

Anne woke from her nightmare with a small cry of terror. For a frightening moment, she gasped, as if on the verge of drowning.

Darkness filled the room, though less black than before. Thin light from cracks in the wooden shutters made the furniture discernable. But the authorities hadn’t fixed the power yet. If they had, the ceiling lamp would be lit.

The storm still raged outside, shaking exposed treetops behind the house. Heavy rain hammered on the shutters, thrown there by gusts of wind.

Exhaustion grounded her to the mattress; she didn’t want to move a limb. Sleep hadn’t done her any good. The images from the dream had already faded, but she knew what was messing with her mind.

Too much sex in one day. I’ve had a sex overdose.

She would need to take it easy from now on, try to get her life back to normal. And that meant staying the hell away from the handsome bicyclists.

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

Links:

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

This week’s tease comes from my ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which is re-released with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. After watching the two bicyclists playing with each other, Anne needs her own release…

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Thanks to the divinities, who surely were her accomplices tonight, the wood gave no more creaks.

Annee reached the landing and went back to the bedroom, feeling her way through the blackened hall. Except for the continuous rain on the rooftop, the entire house had quieted. Again, she laughed, unable to believe the scene she had witnessed while everyone else was asleep.

Unmistakably wet, the crotch of her sweatpants stuck to her pussy. She could only hope Brian wouldn’t wake when she joined him in bed and get the excellent idea of fucking her in the middle of the night.

Head buzzing, she reached the bedroom and found the bed. He lay on his side of the mattress, snoring peacefully.

She took off her sweatpants and left them in a bundle on the floor. Her cunt sizzled with need, impossible to resist. She moved a hand to her inner thighs and slid a couple of fingers inside her hot wetness. God, so warm, so ready. The two boys had worked her up good.

As she stood alone at the bedside in the dark, her fingers glided in and out, mimicking the slow strokes of an erect cock. Heat rushed through her like a strong wave of warm water washing over her on a sandy beach in the sun. She trembled, and her thighs clenched tight around her hand.

Stifling a gasp, she closed her eyes and knelt on the soft carpet. She had to finish this. Her arousal had built since Micaela so shamelessly kept his gloved hand on top of hers after she helped put his bike upright, his black, self-confident eyes sending her an open invitation. How bold, with her husband standing at her side!

The imaginary cock stroked faster. Another wave of heat, stronger, more ruthless, charged from the deepest part of her pussy and invaded her stomach. A low moan emitted from her throat, and she shut her mouth.

The need for more stimulation grew, delicious and painful at the same time. Her clit felt ablaze, demanded to be touched. Now.

She slid the other hand behind her ass, between the round cheeks and down to the fleshy folds of her cunt again, replacing the slick, working fingers. She moved the first hand toward her clit and, with the palm flat on the tiny bundle of nerves, circled and pressed in a steady rhythm.

Micaela standing nude and hard before her in the complete blackness of her bedroom while Brian came down the hall was shockingly exciting. But nothing beat the intense effects of the scene downstairs.

She imagined their two hard, glistening lengths playing with her now, one fucking her fast from behind and the other rubbing her clit with long, expert strokes.

That did it. Anne’s inner muscles spasmed around her fingers, sending warm juices along both hands. Intense delight rushed over her like fire, making her jerk back and forth. She held her breath and clenched her teeth for fear of waking Brian.

Oh God, Brian.

His soft snores filled the otherwise silent room.

Trembling, she blew out the air she’d held and concentrated on calming. She removed her hands, found the bundle of clothes on the floor, and dried her sticky fingers on the soft fabric of her sweatpants. Beads of sweat rolled between her breasts and down her spine while she waited out the aftermaths of her orgasm.

Her head spun as if she were drunk. She couldn’t place a thought next to another, but it was fine. All that was expected of the hostess now was to go to sleep. It had been a long day.

She got up and reached for the bed. The sheets had grown cold in her absence. She snuck underneath with the ease and grace of a cat.

Still, the mattress moved. Brian’s snoring stopped for a few seconds then picked up again.

She buried her heavy head in the pillow and took a deep, relaxing breath. Vivid memories of Micaela and Todd arousing each other bombarded her mind, but she didn’t have to wait long before sleep took over and brought her far away, to another world.

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

Links:

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

This week’s tease comes from my ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which is re-released with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. Anne is caught watching the two bicyclists playing with each other…

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Curiosity gnawed at her. She needed to look, wanted to know for sure.

Inch by inch, she turned, careful not to make the step squeak again. She bent her knees to see underneath the ceiling and gazed at the guys on the couch.

Behind the dancing candlelight, Todd’s emerald eyes were wide and set on her.

Her heart jumped.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She loathed it, loathed herself.

Meanwhile, Micaela’s head kept bobbing up and down in his lover’s lap, oblivious to her gaze.

Nausea tightened her stomach as she stared, holding Todd’s look. Sweat formed under her armpits, and cold droplets glided down her torso, meeting the waistband of her pants.

She couldn’t define what his steady, intelligent eyes were stating. In the dark, the flickering candle flame reflected his pupils, but he didn’t blink once. Maybe he just didn’t mind her seeing him getting sucked by another man.

She needed to leave.

The same moment she made up her mind to turn around, he threw his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. A long groan of pleasure escaped his parted lips. Arching his whole body, he grabbed a fistful of Micaela’s long, black hair and yanked backward.

The Italian gave a throaty chuckle, but didn’t stop. As if encouraged, he moved his hand from the base of Todd’s erection to beneath the waistband and inside his pants. Though she couldn’t see him, she knew he was cupping Todd’s balls and fondling them, all the while expertly working his lips and mouth on the hard cock.

Pulling harder at Micaela’s hair, Todd grimaced and began to groan in rhythm.

His imminent release transfixed her. Heat filled her lower stomach. Jesus. She swayed on the stairs and leaned against the wall to steady herself.

Micaela brought his other hand to Todd’s engorged cock. With a playful grin, he withdrew his mouth and kept it open above the tip while giving it short, vigorous strokes.

A few more seconds of pumping, and then came his reward. Todd pressed his hips upward with a growl, and long rushes of thick white liquid ejaculated from his cock into Micaela’s open mouth. As he swallowed, more semen ran down alongside the cock’s head and over his fingers, glistening in the candlelight.

Growling a last time, Todd let go of his lover’s hair and covered his grimacing face with trembling hands. “Oh my fucking God.” He breathed hard.

Indeed. Anne took a deep breath as well and shook her head. Having never witnessed anything like this, she didn’t know what to make of it. Of course, growing up, she’d seen porn magazines that boys secretly brought to school and drooled over behind the building. But these were always photos of naked men and women in all kinds of sex positions, never two men.

Micaela stuck his tongue out and licked the semen spilling down the tip of Todd’s cock and over his hand. Grinning, he glanced up, tossed back his long, black hair, and pulled Todd’s palms away from his face.

Todd opened his eyes and greeted his lover with a feverish look. He leaned forward to kiss him, and they shared new lustful moans.

When they separated, Todd gave his partner a smoldering smile. “Hmm, yummy. Thanks.” He didn’t look at Anne once, seemed to have forgotten she was watching them.

“Your turn.” Micaela spoke in a low, teasing voice.

“Uh-huh.” Todd brought a hand down to his partner’s pants and pulled out a rock-hard cock, pre-cum already spilling from the tip.

Oh mon Dieu.

The situation was getting crazier by the minute. If she stayed any longer, her pussy would begin to leak. She pictured herself leaving a wet stain on the stairs. Ha ha, wouldn’t that be something to explain in the morning!

Enough. She shook herself from the scene and stood. Her inner thighs on fire, she turned and walked up the stairs with the clumsiness of a zombie.

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

Links:

Get the book on Amazon.com, Amazon.uk, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iBooks, and Smashwords.

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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.

I’m seizing the oppo to send warm hugs and positive thoughts to the organizer of our weekly snippets, the lovely Doris O’Connor, who is currently having health issues. We are many, many to hope you’ll be back with us soon, doll! ❤

Today, I give you a sexy snippet from my ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which re-released recently with a new hot cover and an additional chapter. 

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Anne couldn’t define what Todd’s steady, intelligent eyes were stating. In the dark, the flickering candle flame reflected his pupils, but he didn’t blink once. Maybe he just didn’t mind her seeing him getting sucked by another man.

She needed to leave.

The same moment she made up her mind to turn around, he threw his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. A long groan of pleasure escaped his parted lips. Arching his whole body, he grabbed a fistful of Micaela’s long, black hair and yanked backward.

   
  
Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

Links:

Get the book on Amazon.com, Amazon.uk, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iBooks, and Smashwords.

Add it to your shelf on Goodreads

See photos that inspired me to write on Pinterest

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

This week’s tease comes from my erotic GLBT ménage HIGH-RISK FEVER, which is re-released with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. Hearing strange noises in the living room, Anne has snuck down the stairs and discovered the two bicyclists being very busy with each other…

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The truth hit Anne like a slap in the face. So that explained Todd’s hostile behavior in the kitchen, when she was talking to his lover, apparently. He thought Micaela was hitting on her!

Well, he had been.

An array of contradictory feelings assaulted her. She closed her eyes and sat on the stair. This was voyeurism, secretly witnessing two people’s intimacy. Jealousy and deceit, too, as a little earlier, she was the one Micaela attempted to seduce. That, and shock, because she had never before seen two men—

Low moans made her open her eyes again.

The guys were sharing wet, open-mouthed kisses, and fondling each other’s chests and stomachs beneath the pullovers.

Whispering something into Micaela’s ear, Todd snuck a hand down to his own pants, leaned back, and pulled out his fully erect cock.

Oh, God.

Anne stared in disbelief. This was getting seriously pornographic!

Smiling, Micaela moved a hand to Todd’s huge erection, grabbed it at the base, and leaned forward until close enough to touch its head with his half-open lips. His long, black locks slid down his shoulders, glowing in the soft light.

With a guttural sound of excitement, Todd closed his eyes, moved his hand to the other man’s shoulder, and stroked him.

Micaela opened his mouth and licked the tip of the thick shaft, letting his tongue glide around in playful circles before taking the length deep into his throat.

In response, Todd threw his blond head back against the couch, arched eager hips to meet Micaela’s sucking, and groaned. “Oh fuck, man.” He laughed.

Paralyzed, Anne blinked before shaking from her daze. She couldn’t watch this strictly private moment between two other people. Besides, at any moment, Todd could open his eyes and notice her sitting on the stairs. Then, what?

Encouraging his lover with his hand, Todd laughed again, and gasped.

All right, let’s get out of here.

Careful not to make any abrupt movements, she stood and retreated up the wooden steps, holding her breath—but the next stair gave a small, treacherous creak under her weight.

Oh, no.

The sound sent icy fear through her from top to toe, and the hair on her neck stood. She imagined the clank echoing between walls in the darkened living room. Frozen, she held her breath and tried to detect any sound above the heavy rain hitting the asphalt outside. A voice, a gasp of shock, something.

But, no, complete silence lingered behind her.

Maybe they hadn’t heard the noise, and she could walk up the stairs pretending nothing had happened. Or….

Curiosity gnawed at her. She needed to look, wanted to know for sure.

Inch by inch, she turned, careful not to make the step squeak again. She bent her knees to see underneath the ceiling and gazed at the guys on the couch.

Behind the dancing candlelight, Todd’s emerald eyes were wide and set on her.

Her heart jumped.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

Links:

Get the book on Amazon.com, Amazon.uk, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iBooks, and Smashwords.

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

This week’s tease comes from my erotic GLBT ménage HIGH-RISK FEVER, which was re-released on Monday with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. Anne is trying to recoup from the night’s ordeal, but… are things really settled? 

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She was exhausted. And, damn, how thirst scratched at her throat. She should have had a glass of water before going to bed.

She slid out of the sheets with one ear focused on Brian’s regular snoring. Holding her breath, careful to not make the mattress move, she crept out of bed, centimeter by centimeter, until both feet stood on the soft, woolen carpet.

She paused. What if she woke the bicyclists in the living room?

No, she knew the house inside out and wouldn’t make a sound. It wasn’t the first time she’d tiptoed through the place at night.

Blinded by the dark, she felt around for clothes. Cool air from the badly sealed window brushed her naked skin. Outside, the heavy rain clattered on.

She found a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and put them on. Opening the bedroom door, she slipped into the blackened hall, her naked feet treading on cold floorboards. Like Brian a half-hour earlier, she put her hands on the paneled wall to let it guide her.

The four other rooms were quiet. At the end of the hall, dim light from the first floor illuminated in the stairs…and the acrid scent of burning candle drifted to her nostrils, together with the sour-sweet sharpness of alcohol. How odd. Had the bicyclists been drinking?

She reached the staircase. Low chuckles from below made her heart skip a beat. She froze and held her breath. Apparently, they weren’t asleep yet.

Should she continue? That wouldn’t be very smart, would it? Then again, she didn’t want to drink the lukewarm, copper-tasting water from the sink in the bathroom.

An unmistakable moan came next, barely audible above the heavy rain.

Oh.

Unable to resist her curiosity, she crept down the first wooden step, placing her fingertips on the narrow walls at her sides for balance. At the bottom, human shadows moved with the grace of dancers on the nearest wall.

Confident she was invisible in her dark corner of the living room, she silently descended the stairs one after the other with steps as soft as cat paws. At the bottom, she bent her head to see the scene unfolding at the other side.

Atop the coffee table, a white candle burned next to a bottle and a glass, creating a romantic atmosphere. Behind the swirling flame, the two young bicyclists sat close together on the bordeaux couch, dressed in pullovers and sweatpants, entangled. Gentle candlelight caressed their smiling faces as they stared into each other’s eyes, murmuring words Anne couldn’t hear, and… uh… kissing.

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

Links:

Get the book on Amazon.com, Amazon.uk, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and iBooks

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…With an added super-hot and emotional scene at the end.

You don’t want to miss it! ❤

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

This week’s tease comes from my erotic GLBT ménage HIGH-RISK FEVER, which is up for re-release on October 1st with an additional chapter ❤ In this scene, we're continuing where we left off last week. Anne was getting the wet Italians some dry clothes when a boom of thunder cut the lights and she's alone in the dark with an aroused stranger.

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Micaela, get away from me!

Anne’s throat tightened. She needed to make him get back. She clenched her sweaty fists and searched the nothingness for some idea of how to make him move.

Todd’s third cry from the end of the hall came in the nick of time.

She bit her lip. “I think Todd needs help.”

“I know. Where’s his friend?” Brian stood close in the hall.

She almost jumped. Her heart in her throat, she turned toward him, but couldn’t see the outline of his big body in the dark. “Uh, I don’t know.” She blushed as she pictured Micaela’s smirk in front of her. “Maybe he’s gone downstairs.”

“Don’t you worry, sweetie. I’m gonna go find the flashlights at the top of the stairs and help Todd outta the bathroom.”

“Y-yes, you do that.” She nodded again, swallowed. “I’ll wait in bed.”

“Okay, baby. Be safe and warm. I’ll take care of everything and be right back.” The sound of footsteps and fingers grazing wood diminished as he left. “Ugh, I gotta check on the other guests, too.” A knock on wood across the hall. “Hey, in there. It’s just the power. Stay put, okay?”

A muffled response.

Anne sucked in a breath of relief and tried to still her galloping heart.

Todd called again, in the distance, impatient. Brian replied he was on his way before knocking on three more doors.

The warm breathing to her left came closer. Not knowing what to anticipate, she turned to the invisible presence.

A loud bang detonated somewhere over the village. She counted the seconds until the lightning strike. One, two. A sudden flash of white snuck in between the shutters, enough to reveal the side of Micaela’s face and his curving lips.

Blackness took over again. Anne blinked, regretting the new loss of sight.

Cold fingers reached out of the void and found her shoulders. She gasped and stepped backward, bumping into hard, horizontal bars—the shelves in the open closet.

He followed her. Goose bumps grew on her skin as his large hands slid down her arms, molding around her elbows. With mild force, he tugged at her wrists, pulling her hands away from her breasts.

She tried to resist, but he was stronger.

Brian called from the bottom of the hall. “Found the flashlights!”

Shit. Stuck against the shelf, pinned by another man, she would be revealed as a cheater! It didn’t help that the responsibility was Micaela’s.

A small click reached her ears, and in her peripheral vision, a tiny ray of light danced in the dark of the hallway before steadying. In the next moment, a door opened at the end of the hall, and Brian’s low voice sounded through the wall separating them.

Her chest constricted. Again, she tried to pull her hands to her, but instead of letting go, Micaela closed the distance between them. His hard cock brushed against her.

Oh God. Delicious heat rushed from her inner thighs, spreading through her stomach. Need competed with fear, pushed aside reason. Bent on betrayal, her hips shot forward, pressing against him, but it was wrong. She shouldn’t allow this. “Don’t. Please.”

Todd’s voice sounded again, nearer, calmer, probably thanking Brian.

Piercing the dense blackness to her right, two white rays appeared, crossing each other like tiny laser beams in the night.

Micaela stepped back and released her wrists.

She gasped with relief. They would not be discovered.

The soft rustling of fabric indicated he put on the bathrobe, and quick breaths revealed his hurry.

Without a word, Anne pushed away from the closet, stepping sideways to avoid bumping into him—and possibly his hard cock again—and moved toward the large double bed.

The same moment she lay down on the mattress and pulled the cold sheets over her naked body, Micaela’s cheerful, innocent voice sounded in the hall, greeting the two other men. “You okay?”

“Yeah, fuck.” Todd sighed. “I can’t believe this shit.”

“Me neither. We didn’t have time to get clothes before bang, the light went out.”

Brian cleared his throat. “All right, guys, let’s find you something to wear.”

The light beams zigzagged nearer.

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

Coming out 1st October!

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

This week’s tease comes from my erotic GLBT ménage HIGH-RISK FEVER, which just got a new gorgeous cover and will be re-released very soon with an additional chapter! ❤ In this scene, we're continuing where we left off last week. Anne is supposed to get the wet Italians some dry clothes, but Micaela wants more than clothes. Or rather, no clothes at all.

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She widened her eyes. He wanted her bathrobe? But she wore nothing underneath, and Brian could come in any time. Or Todd. She shook her head. “Take Brian’s clothes.” She pointed to the open closet behind her.

“I’m freezing.” Micaela rubbed the goose bumps on his arms. Before she could react, his hands shot to her bathrobe and opened it. Cold air from the room brushed her exposed nipples.

With a gasp, she put her hands on her breasts and closed her eyes, couldn’t or didn’t want to see his reaction.

His breathing hitched, too. “Che bella.”

“Stop it.”

He stood still for a moment, short, regular pulses of heat drifting to her from his breath. With a sudden tug, he slid the warm fabric off her shoulders, leaving her nude.

She opened her eyes and reached out for the robe, but he snatched it away from her, laughing. If only Brian would play with her like this. Her nipples hardened from arousal.

The toilet in the hall flushed.

In the next instant, a deafening detonation shook the entire house as if the sky itself exploded above the roof, and the light bulb in the ceiling snapped. Total blackness enveloped them.

Now what?

No longer able to rely on eyesight, she focused on her other senses, holding her breath as everything happened at once. Todd called for help from the bathroom at the end of the hall, Brian yanked open the door to the adjoining toilet with a curse, and Micaela’s breathing in front of her picked up pace. Her heartbeat pulsed in her ears like a high-speed locomotive. Tch-tch-tch…

Afraid of what might happen if she moved, she remained still as a corpse, nude and helpless. The aroused Italian stood so near, the salty scent of his sweat and wet hair surrounded her. He might complain of being cold, but steady, unmistakable heat drifted from his body, brushing her naked skin. And with her husband a few meters away, she’d never been so close to … serious, fucking trouble.

She widened her eyes, trying to discern Micaela’s shape in the immediate dark, but sensed him more than she saw him. Her heart palpitated.

Again, Todd shouted from the bathroom, sounding angry. Maybe he didn’t dare climb out of the slippery tub.

Brian’s voice resonated in the hall, drowning out the drumming of raindrops on the roof tiles. “Wait a sec, Todd, I’ll get a flashlight. Anne, are you all right?”

Oh. A simple question, but the fear of discovery hit her like a punch in the gut. She choked, trying to reply.

“Anne?” His tone held a hint of worry. Footsteps came down the hall, with the soft, tentative grazing of fingers on the wood-paneled wall and the familiar sound of her husband’s breathing.

Time to get a grip. “Y-yes, I’m fine.” Her voice echoed somewhat, as if amplified by the dark emptiness.

“It was just a lightning strike, baby. It cut the power.”

“I know.” Though no one could see, she nodded.

A deep intake of breath before her caused the hair on her neck to stand. She resisted the urge to lift her hands and feel around in the blackness.

Micaela, get away from me!

She couldn’t believe he dared stand there, with her husband so close. Maybe he trusted not to be seen. Or maybe he didn’t care. She remembered his incredible arrogance outside, on the bicycle, how he’d kept his hand locked on hers.

A tiny piece of metal scraped the wood panel in the hall to her right. Brian’s wedding band. So near the door.

Her throat tightened. She needed to make Micaela get back. She clenched her sweaty fists and searched the nothingness for some idea of how to make him move.

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

Coming out 1st October!

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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 erotic GLBT ménage HIGH-RISK FEVER, which just got a new gorgeous cover and will be re-released very soon with an additional chapter! ❤

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“I’m freezing.” Micaela rubbed the goose bumps on his arms. Before Anne could react, his hands shot to her bathrobe and opened it. Cold air from the room brushed her exposed nipples.

With a gasp, she put her hands on her breasts and closed her eyes, couldn’t or didn’t want to see his reaction.

His breathing hitched, too. “Che bella.”

“Stop it.”

He stood still for a moment, short, regular pulses of heat drifting to her from his breath. With a sudden tug, he slid the warm fabric off her shoulders, leaving her nude.

Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

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This week’s tease comes from my erotic GLBT ménage HIGH-RISK FEVER, which just got a new gorgeous cover and will be re-released very soon with an additional chapter! ❤

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Cocoa mug in hand, the gorgeous Italian followed willingly, walking next to her on the bare floorboards with the grace of a panther. They entered her small peach bedroom with the dark-wood furniture.

He sniffed the air and glanced at the ruffled bed sheets with a grin, black eyes sparkling. Could he tell Brian and she had just had sex?

She chose to ignore him and opened Brian’s closet. Her husband was a big man, and his clothes would be large for the two guys, but they had no alternative.

“What do you want to wear?”

When he didn’t answer, she turned to him.

He stood in front of the full-length mirror beside the bed, bending to remove the bicyclist pants, his bluish but very sexy ass pointing toward her. His long, black locks hung like a curtain, hiding his face as he struggled to pull the spandex down his shivering legs.
After a few groans of frustration, he straightened and gave the bundle of wet clothes on the carpet an irritated kick. At the same time, his reflection in the mirror showed the full length of his masculine body. Skinny, but with neatly defined muscles in all the right places, suntanned and beautiful and, by God, sporting a magnificent cock. Dark, just like she’d thought.

She swore the penis grew before her eyes, thickening and lengthening, a fascinating metamorphosis, sending a sharp signal of lust between her thighs. She blinked, believing she must be dreaming—but, no, this perfection of a male specimen stood in front of her, tempting the hell out of her hungry body.

With a deep breath, she let her gaze travel upward from the half-erect organ to the hairy, muscular chest, and farther up to his handsome, grinning face.

Grinning! Yes, above a self-satisfied smile, a pair of black, smoldering eyes met hers in the mirror.

Oh, no. She quickly looked away. The picture of dear Brian making love to her earlier flashed in her mind. The way he’d finally attempted to satisfy her in bed outweighed any issue she might have with him. How could she then behave like this, openly admiring the aroused body of another man?

Micaela gave a low, teasing chuckle. “What is problem, you no like?”

Of course she did, but she refused to admit her interest.

“Don’t you?” He tilted his head, teasing.

“I’m a married woman, Micaela.”

“Is easy. You like or no like.”

She glanced back with a severe look. “You can’t talk to me like that. Do you understand?”

He frowned. A shiver ran through his body, and he tightened his jaw. Wrapping his arms around his trembling torso, he threw a sideways glance at the tempting bed sheets before looking back at her. “I’m cold.”

She shrugged. “You should take a hot shower.”

“No, Todd still there.” He nodded toward her bathrobe. “Give me.”

What?

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

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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 erotic GLBT ménage HIGH-RISK FEVER, which just got a new gorgeous cover and will be re-released very soon with an additional chapter! ❤

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Lost in thought, she barely heard the low voice behind her.

“Anne?”

She spun and stifled a gasp.

The handsome Italian stood cross-armed in the doorframe. Despite tired eyes and cold clothes glued to his body—spandex pants leaving nothing to the imagination—his lips were flushed in contrast with his pale, damp skin, and he exuded the same charismatic self-confidence as earlier.

He smiled. His first gesture of kindness since they’d met, so touching, her chest ached, and so surprising, it took her a while to recover.

Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

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New cover love!! ❤

My hottest romance to date, the erotic GLBT ménage High-Risk Fever, is re-releasing soon with an additional chapter. Check back here for more info.

As for the new cover… This absolute gorgeousness is by Book Cover Zone:

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

This week’s tease comes from a GLBT ménage I’m about to re-release with a new cover and an additional chapter 🙂

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“Talk dirty to me.” Legs apart, Anne writhed, her back pressed deep into the mattress by Brian’s heavy body. Soft heat from the bed sheets enveloped her, and her husband’s warm skin touched hers in all the right places.

Low moans drifted from another room. One of the tenant couples. Outside, a symphony of sounds revealed Mother Nature’s fury. Rain hammered on the roof. Violent wind tore at the closed shutters, making them clatter against the frames. Thunder boomed in the distance as the storm moved to a neighboring village.

Brian grunted disagreement into her ear. The tip of his thick, hard cock poked at her entrance, teasing. One thrust and he would slide in, but she wanted more than the usual fucking and moving on to other family matters. She wanted hot, she wanted dirty.

“S’il te plaît.” She pressed her hands against his hips, stopping him from penetrating her. “Say porn stuff to me, first.”

He grumbled, moving his nose down the side of her throat, his excited breath leaving a trail of moist heat on her skin. “Why? We don’t usually…”

Why? Because—dare she even think the thought?

It’s because of those ebony eyes. I can’t get them out of my mind.

The teasing eyes of a Latin beauty on a bike, staring at her in a haze of naughtiness and shameless seduction.

How pathetic, really. All day, the memories had haunted her, each time making her breath catch and her chest ache. And each time, she’d pushed the vivid images away and forced herself to concentrate on everyday life instead.

But now that the familiar, musky scent of sex filled the dimly lit bedroom, and her husband lay on top of her, eager to introduce his hungry erection into her wetness again, she couldn’t help bringing the Italian back into her mind.

She had to be delirious to allow such a violation of acceptable conduct—infidelity. Her cheeks colored.

A lusty female scream flared through the thin hall walls separating them from the other lovers. A moment later, a male groan.

Anne listened, and when silence settled, she replayed the sounds in her mind. Jealousy stung. Several times, Brian had brought her close to the edge, making her whimper with pleasure, but never this far. She wanted to scream like that woman, wanted to experience a real orgasm like her.

The black-haired bicyclist could do it to me, I’m sure.

Just thinking about it made her pussy muscles contract. Her husband didn’t need to know why. It would be her small secret. The first and only.

Copyright (c) 2014 Lea Bronsen

(The old cover:)

Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

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The day has finally come when I can spread the news about my new book!

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

After his studies in London, Ragab has returned to the nomadic lifestyle of his Bedouin family and the majestic silence of the Sahara. He dreams of the perfect wife, until a beautiful but feisty biker stuck in a sand dune turns his quiet world upside down.

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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 erotic interracial romance A Thorned Rose in the Sand, which releases tomorrow! ❤

In this scene, Ragab and Stevie are having dinner in the finest Moroccan restaurant and discussing their future.

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“Choukran.” Stevie flashed that self-confident smile of hers, which could melt the coolest of hearts.

Ragab stifled a laugh. And to think he’d thought of her as arrogant and impolite when they’d first met! He’d been so wrong to generalize. Not all American women were cheap. And beneath her tough-girl layers, Stevie had an adorable sweetness and care.

He didn’t wait for the waiter’s response before he stood, circled the table, and lifted the surprised girl into his arms to kiss her. Yes, to kiss her. Fiercely, too, tongue and all.

He didn’t need to marry someone from his own culture. She would do just fine.

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

After his studies in London, Ragab has returned to the nomadic lifestyle of his Bedouin family and the majestic silence of the Sahara. He dreams of the perfect wife, until a beautiful but feisty biker stuck in a sand dune turns his quiet world upside down.

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The erotic interracial romance A THORNED ROSE IN THE SAND is coming out on May 7 🙂

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.

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.

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• The two round mounds of her chest
• Beautiful under the dirt
• Ice fucking cold
• Show me who you are
• Not riding this thing
• A surprised “Oh”
• Only one way to release some of that strain
• No fancy speech
• Didn’t want to leave
• A thorned rose
• Listening to my body
• Enough or I’ll make a mess

The good thing about anxiously waiting for a book release (A Thorned Rose in the Sand comes out on May 7th!) is that I can’t do anything about it in the meantime other than wait, or write. And so I write, and this new baby, the dark erotic romance Shade Addiction, is not only in the making with a projected release in July, it has a cover!

Thanks to mega talented Cassy at Pink Ink Designs ❤

Arman has a tear drop inked under his eye, but he struggles to put his brutal past behind and make ends meet working as a bus driver. When a young girl settles for an all-night ride, he seizes the chance to do a good deed: He’ll get the runaway back home safely, but first, they’ll drive around and talk.

What he doesn’t anticipate is that this beautiful shade of an angel needs more, a lot more.

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This week’s tease comes from my erotic interracial romance A THORNED ROSE IN THE SAND, which is due on the 7th of May ❤

In this scene, Stevie has just had an orgasm from some intense fingering…

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“You came, beautiful. You came by my hand. I can’t believe it.” Ragab brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. “You taste sweet, fantastic.” He scooped her up, carried her to the bedroom with surprising ease, and set her down on the soft sheets. He lay partly on top of her, a knee across her thighs and his arm over her chest. With a sigh of contentment, he nuzzled her hair.

She squirmed toward him, wet and ready for more, tugging on his towel. “I want you. Make love to me.”

He smiled, caught her hand. “Wait. We’ve just met.”

“You don’t want me?”

“Oh, I do.” He inched closer so a long, hard rod poked against her thigh, through his towel. “Feel that?”

Her throat made a strange sound. She reached for his erection and stroked along the ridge. Thankfully, her experience with an abuser hadn’t scared her from touching another guy. If only Ragab would move down a bit and put his cock inside her!

He groaned, pulled her hand away. “Okay, enough, or I’ll make a mess.”

“Why don’t you make a mess inside me?”

That drew a white-toothed grin from him. “Baby, I’m so tired I can’t think straight. I didn’t sleep last night.”

“Me neither.”

“Let’s have a nap, then. I don’t want to do anything rash. Later, I’ll take you to a nice place that serves the best food in all of Morocco. We’ll eat, we’ll talk—”

“And we’ll come back here and make love. Sounds good to me.”

He gave a throaty laugh. “Sleep, my wild one.”
 
Copyright (c) 2018 Lea Bronsen
 

 
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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Poof, I haz a new story!! As if not enough WIPs are anxiously waiting to be finished, lol.

SHADE ADDICTION is a dark erotic romance 

Mike Logan struggles to put a brutal past behind and make ends meet working as a bus driver. When a young girl, clearly a runaway, settles for an all-night ride, he seizes the chance to do a good deed. He’ll get her back home safely, but first, they’ll drive around and talk.

What he doesn’t anticipate is that this beautiful shade of an angel needs more, a lot more.

Cover and more info coming soon!

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.”

“Why?”

“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.”

“Hmm.”

“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.”

Yeah?

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

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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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 erotic interracial romance A Thorned Rose in the Sand, which is due in May ❤

In this scene, Stevie and Ragab discuss their relationship (the snippet is slightly longer so that the scene makes sense).

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He squeezed her hands. “I didn’t want to hurt you. You’ve already been hurt in the past, and I’m certainly not one to do that to you again. Never.”

“You’re noble.”

“It has nothing to do with nobility. When a person’s been abused, you’re careful not to revive the scars.”

She understood where his caution came from, but during the two days she’d spent with him, she’d learned to trust a man again and to accept she couldn’t remain alone for the rest of her life. He’d also taught her desire, which was too good a feeling to let his wariness come between them. “What if I tell you I’ve forgiven the guy who hurt me, moved on, and I’m ready to develop something with you if you’re interested?”

His dark brown diamonds implored her. “Baby, you’re not listening to me.”

Baby!

Warmth invaded her so she felt like floating in the air. “Well, honey, I’m listening to my body, and it says…” She guided one of his hands beneath her dress, and pushed his fingers past her panties and into her wet pussy. “…It wants you.”

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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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.

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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