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

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 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

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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I’m super happy to announce that a contract has been signed with Evernight Publishing for the release of my erotic interracial romance A Thorned Rose in the Sand in May 2018 🙂

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 just finished at 22K. In this scene, Stevie is trying to surmount the shock of seeing Ragab pleasing himself in the dunes.

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Hours later, after a breakfast of mint tea and home-made biscuits served by Ragab’s mother on a carpet outside the tent, Stevie brought her luggage to her motorbike. The punishing sun climbed high in the bright blue sky, heating the air she breathed. She had a long road ahead, but before she even started, the thick rally clothes made her sticky with sweat. Worse, her head buzzed and ached from lack of sleep, and the warring emotions within drove her crazy. Not the best conditions to drive on a difficult terrain.

Ragab hadn’t returned, and his dromedary was missing.

She tried holding back her tears.

Was he angry with her? Did he think she’d been spying? If only he would give her the chance to apologize and explain. She hadn’t meant to walk into him in the dunes! It wasn’t like her to sneak up on people. She wasn’t the nosy kind—on the contrary, she demanded discretion, and so in return she gave it too.

Feeling sick, she strapped her luggage to the back seat when his mother came from behind the camp with a bucket of goat milk in hand and her daughters in tow. The little girls wore colorful dresses, and hair bands of cotton and pearls decorated their braided hair.

Stevie stopped working and asked the black-clothed woman, “Have you seen Ragab? I need to talk to him.”

His mother lifted her shoulders, didn’t speak English. Neither did the girls.

“’Ayn hu?” Stevie’s Arabic sucked, but she could at least ask where he was.

Shaking her head, his mother put the milk bucket on the ground, stepped forward, and took Stevie into her arms, as if to tell her she accepted her, or maybe that she understood how she was feeling. Holding her for a moment, she delivered a long line in this foreign language, voice raucous.

Stevie didn’t understand much, except, “Choukran.” The woman thanked Stevie, but for what? For bringing her little son to the hospital?

Oh, but that had been nothing. It was only natural to help. By the way, maybe she could stop at the hospital and say hello, since she had to drive through Erfoud to get to Fez. Wouldn’t that be nice?

She said, “Choukran,” too. She really did have a lot to thank for. Her two-day stay with the desert nomads had been a most enlightening and educational experience. An adventure of the rare kind. Even if she came back one day, this time, this moment would be forever etched in her mind.

Leila and Aida stood watching the scene, their dark brown eyes—the same as Ragab’s—sparkling with expectation.

Stevie searched a pocket, found a pack of chewing gum, and handed it to them.

They screamed and danced in delight, like it were a sensational gift.

Neighbors stuck their heads out of the other tents.

“Maʿ al-salāmah!” Stevie waved good-bye at them, before kneeling and holding out her arms to Ragab’s sweet little sisters. They came into a girl group hug that had her choke. Was this their last time together?

And what about Ragab?

Tears rushed to her eyes, filling them so her vision blurred, and rolled down her cheeks like warm rivers of hurt. Releasing the girls, she got up, turned her back to the Bedouin camp, and started the motor. No, she didn’t want to leave.

Copyright @ 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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Disclaimer: I’ve borrowed this photo to illustrate the book excerpt.

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 the erotic interracial romance A Thorned Rose in the Sand, which has recently been submitted to a publisher. In this scene, Ragab and Stevie have had a disagreement, but of course can’t stay away from each other.

“Ragab,” she said.

His name pronounced with her voice provoked a pain in his chest, as if he’d strained a muscle. He kept his head down, didn’t know how to react.

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

He swallowed a breath, choked on it, coughed, and finally cleared his throat. “Ugh… Me, too.”

“Okay. You go first.”

“No, you.” He hadn’t prepared any fancy speech. But he did have many things to say.

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…

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

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 just finished at 22K. In this scene, Ragab needs some time alone after a difficult day.

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Having found a discreet spot far from the camp, far from anyone’s curiosity (one didn’t get much privacy in such a small community), Ragab took off his tunic, folded it into a cushion, and put it on the ground. He glanced around. Big, wavy sand dunes flanked him, and the only witness to his sin—he’d lied to Stevie about having “one single sin”, although now that he’d sworn never to smoke again, it was true—was the big, white moon above, and it didn’t care much what he did.

He sat on his tunic, legs spread, and unbuttoned his pants.

Hours ago, unable to sleep, he’d snuck out and paced here and there for a long time, pondering about his attraction to her, weighing the pros and cons. It hadn’t been easy, but he’d concluded they were both better off if he stayed away from her and she returned to her life in America. She was going to in any case, and not come back unless she participated in motorcycle rallies, but how often was that, once a year? Yes, he had to forget about her, even though it hurt, before she hurt him more.

He closed his eyes with a reluctant sigh and pulled his cock out of his pants. Too much tension had built during the day. It’d started with worry… Then continued with lust, anger, more lust… And he’d been hard half of the time. There was only one way to release some of that strain and get his mind off the different subjects messing with him, and he’d waited long enough.

He stroked his stiffening cock gently at first, base to top, conjuring up the familiar image of the faceless woman whose sexy body had driven him to explosion in the past years. Sometimes she spun to him, full breasts with perky brown nipples swinging as she did an alluring belly dance to Arabic music, and sometimes she turned to show her generous ass, bending forward with her sex leaking arousal and pleading him to fill her.

Tonight, he preferred to take her from behind. It was more distancing, less personal. He wasn’t in the mood for romance or sensual dancing, he wanted a quick penetration and a stress-releasing climax.

An interference occurred, like when a television image blurred and another image transposed. The one of a real woman. Not just her sexy body, but her face. Stevie’s face…

No!

He shouldn’t think of her, shouldn’t. She was a mistake!

And yet the erotic picture occupied his mind — the red-haired beauty he’d become attracted to in the course of a day, washing by the well in the torrid desert, daring him with her wild greens while offering a generous feminine figure of sweet, velvety skin and perfect round butt cheeks, and, as she leaned forward, her open, welcoming sex.

No! Stevie had been scarred by another man, remember?

Stupid, stupid.

He refused to touch her, refused to hurt her.

Copyright @ 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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Find out more about the book here

Thanks for stopping by, and be sure to check out all the fantastic writers sharing Mid-Week Tease Blog

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

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 just finished at 22K. To place you in the context, Ragab and Stevie are coming back to camp after a dromedary ride.

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Gathering what courage she had left, she slid a leg over the saddle, glided down Usain’s flank, and landed in Ragab’s arms, a little closer than she’d planned. They made full contact, chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, and a distinct hardness pressed through his blue tunic.

He was aroused again! And this time, he couldn’t blame it on accidental ‘friction’. No, the tall man held her in place, sliding his large hands down her waist to the curved top of her hips in a sensual manner.

She formed a surprised, “Oh,” with her mouth.

He gazed down at her lips, soft breaths brushing her. She could kiss him if she wanted to. Yep, it was just a matter of wanting to.
 

     
 
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…

   
 
Disclaimer: I borrowed the photo of gorgeous model Alex Uloom to illustrate the snippet. 

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

This week’s tease comes from my current WIP, the erotic romance A Thorned Rose in the Sand. To place you in the context, Stevie and the nomad have arrived at the Bedouin camp after fetching water in the desert. 

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The nomad spun and walked away. “Let’s go for that dromedary ride I promised you,” he threw over his shoulder.

“Um… Now? Can’t we eat first?”

He stopped in his tracks, raised a brow. “Eat?”

“Yes, as in have some food. You have food, right? I’m starving.” On cue, her stomach growled to stress the urgency.

He dug into a pocket hidden in his large tunic and brought out a small plastic bag. “Here, have some dried dates. They’ll keep you going till dinner.”

“And when will that be?”

“At sunset.”

“But…” She looked up at the sun, still so very high in the clear blue sky, and grimaced. She would never survive until then. Dammit, all she’d had today was a coffee and some pastry in Erfoud, after she brought the little boy to the hospital, but that was hours ago.

With a teasing smile, Ragab handed her a few dates. “You know, we pastoral nomads are often hungry, and we’re always thirsty. That’s how things are. We cope.”

He thought this was funny? She faked a huff. “Well, I’m a completely normal American girl used to regular and copious meals.” She accepted the dates and put one in her mouth. Mmm, the tasty fruit was thick with sugar and undoubtedly nutritive, but that didn’t mean she would survive until the evening. She pointed at him. “If I die of starvation, I have an army of bad-ass brothers willing to travel across the world to inflict the most terrible revenge.”

Ragab barked a laugh and spun on his heels again.

She couldn’t help smiling with him—and loving the sound of his voice, loving the way he looked at her, loving their humorous exchanges. And his playboy looks, by God!

But, be careful, girl.

Never forget the first motive of a man showing interest in a woman. Guys didn’t want a friendship. They wanted sex, hard and fast, day and night. And although the feel of Ragab’s stiff dick against her ass on the motorcycle had lit something hot and needy in her and she’d liked it—wanted more, even—she should never miscalculate a man’s intentions.

She spat out the stone, chewed on another date, and followed him to the backside of the low, rectangular tents, to an open space where camels, sheep, goats, and yapping dogs wandered freely and drank from basins.

They stopped at one of the camels, that rested on the ground with its long legs tucked underneath its body. The giraffe-like neck turned to them, and two bulbous black eyes beneath long, thick eyelashes studied her.

“Stevie, say hello to Usain,” Ragab said, petting the camel’s hairy neck. “Usain, this is Stevie, one very crazy specimen of the female species coming to see you all the way from America. I believe they have llamas over there, by the way. Your brothers.”

She held back a smile. “Crazy?” She gazed the big animal up and down. “I gotta be crazy to ride this thing, that’s for sure.”

Usain lifted its head in the air and let out a deep, rumbling, “Uuuurrr,” that sounded like an elephant’s trumpet.

Ragab smiled. “A lot of westerners call it a camel, but it’s actually a dromedary.” He grabbed a saddle from a carpet on the ground, placed it on top of Usain’s protruding hump, and tied it around the stomach. “It’s the smallest of the species and it has one hump. The others have two. Okay, climb up, lady.”

“Who, me?” She looked around.

He followed her look and frowned. “I don’t see anyone else here.”

“I’m not riding that thing.”

“Why not?”

“I just am not. No fucking way.”

He pursed his lips. “And I who thought you were the toughest girl on the planet. I’m disappointed. We’ll ride together, then.” In one swift move, he got up on the saddle, adjusted, and extended a hand.

Taking a deep breath, she accepted the help and climbed up behind him. The saddle was wider than a motorcycle seat, and made of wood and piled blankets. Not the most comfortable thing to sit on. And what when the big animal underneath moved?

Ragab leaned forward and grabbed a blue rope that hung from Usain’s head.

She froze. Oh, my God…

Sitting back, he gave an order and tugged on the leash. Usain straightened its front legs, tilting Stevie backward so her world tumbled and the sky filled her view, and all she could do was grasp Ragab’s tunic and hold on for dear life, too panicked to scream.

Then Usain extended its back legs, and she was propelled toward Ragab so her boobs flattened against his back. Not a good time to worry about that—Usain moved with a rolling, lilting gait, scaring the living shit out of her. Without hesitation or shame, she slid her arms around Ragab’s firm waist and locked them in front of his stomach.

He didn’t say anything, but put a warm hand over hers. An incredible comfort in her moment of need.

Trying to breathe normally, she rested one side of her face against his shoulder blade and closed her eyes, holding on to him as tightly as possible and following his slow, dance-like movements. His body was lean, not an ounce of fat, yet muscled in the right places. A real man. His tunic concealed too much, like his turban. Oh, and he smelled nice, a mix of faint sweat and manly musk. She focused on breathing in his scent to forget about her fear.

Copyright @ 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 annoyingly 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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Thanks for stopping by, and be sure to check out all the fantastic writers sharing Mid-Week Tease Blog

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Disclaimer: I’ve borrowed the photo to illustrate the book excerpt.

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

This week’s tease comes from my current WIP, the erotic romance A Thorned Rose in the Sand. To place you in the context, Ragab and the fiery rally racer Stevie are driving home after fetching water in the desert. 

She called, “Ready?”

He risked a glance in her direction.

Wearing one of his sisters’ dresses and looking divine with her red curls floating behind her—and her face white and clean! she strolled to the motorcycle carrying a bag and her leather clothes. She stuffed everything on top of the fuel tank, got up, lifted the dress to her knees, and started the motor.

Not once looking at him.

Swallowing a deep breath, he spun and joined her, thanking the heavens his large tunic concealed the erection that tented his pants. He attached a strong rope to the handles of both ten-liter jerrycans and hung them across the motorcycle saddle. After just barely managing to climb up behind the girl without touching her, he sat on the hard-plastic rear seat, which was higher than her leather driver’s seat, and held on to it with both hands behind him. There was no place to put his feet, so they hung freely like the jerrycans. “Okay, I’m ready.”

She gave gas, the engine roaring like a lion and the motorcycle lurching forward.

Despite his efforts not to come near her, the high speed, the motor vibrations, the uneven terrain, the lack of leverage for his feet, and the height of the slippery seat combined made him glide toward her—toward her perfect butt. He kept pulling himself up and sitting back, but the rocks she drove over made the motorcycle jerk so he lost his hold. And each time he slid against her, his hard-on stuck itself in the crack of her ass. Desperate, he held the plastic seat for dear life and tried moving back again and again, but kept being projected back to her.

About a half hour later, when they finally arrived at the camp, he’d given up the impossible struggle and sat plastered against her, stomach-to-back, his thick erection lodged between her butt cheeks…and he’d never felt so embarrassed in his whole life.

As soon as she stopped near the first tent, he pulled backward with a groan of pain, climbed down, and busied himself lifting the jerrycans from the motorcycle.

She took off her helmet and spun toward him like a whirlwind, green eyes ablaze as if he’d committed murder. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, rubbing against me like that?”

Ugh, as if he wasn’t feeling bad enough! Face heating, he barked, “You know, between your crazy speed and the bumps in the track and the height of that stupid plastic seat, which all made me glide toward you against my will”—he pointed to the saddle—“and the understanding of how a man’s anatomy works when there’s…friction…” He paused, fuming, glaring at her. “It’s not my fucking fault, as you would so properly say, and I’m very sorry it happened. I would never do anything like this on purpose. I’m not that kind of man.” He pursed his lips and glowered. Would she go home now believing all Arab men were sexual predators?

She stared for a moment, studying him with a frown across her face.

“What?” he snapped. He’d explained, apologized. What more did she want from him?

He boiled inside. Normally, he was a posed and reflected man who didn’t blow up, but since the first time he saw this girl, she kept pushing his buttons and bringing out the worst in him. She made him explosive.

“Show me who you are,” she said, calm.

“What do you mean?”

“Take off that thing.” She nodded to the part of his turban that protected his mouth.

What was she up to? She looked serious, though, really wanted to see his face. “Why?”

“’Cause I’m sick of talking to a scarf, that’s why.”

Well, if somehow it could help convince he wasn’t a sexual offender… Sighing, he unwrapped the many layers of blue fabric from around his head until the sun stung his nose, lips, and chin.

She widened her gorgeous greens, and in them he read attraction. He knew it, he’d seen it many times in London.

Copyright @ 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 annoyingly 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 WIP, the erotic contemporary romance A Thorned Rose in the Sand. To place you in the context, Ragab has taken Stevie to a well in the middle of nowhere so she can wash. She can do with a bucket, of course, but the problem is lack of privacy…

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Ragab came with the bucket and placed it by her jacket on the ground.

“Thanks,” she said. “Now, look away.”

Without a word, he went to her motorcycle and studied it, keeping his back to her.

She turned away to take off the leather pants, her sticky socks, the sweat-soaked top, and her panties, and knelt on the jacket. The sun torched her naked skin, but she smelled something like rotten eggs and had to wash.

Quick, now.

She dipped her hands in the bucket and oh! pulled them out again, splashing water to the sides. I-c-e f-u-c-k-i-n-g c-o-l-d. How was that possible in the Sahara, the hottest desert in the world?

She glanced behind to check if Ragab had noticed her reaction.

He still stood by the bike, head tilted in deep scrutiny.

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

This week’s tease comes from my current WIP, the erotic romance A Thorned Rose in the Sand. To place you in the context, rally racer Stevie has helped transport Ragab’s little brother to a clinic, and everyone at the Bedouin camp is awaiting news.

Three hours had passed. The sun had reached its peak and pounded without mercy.

Ragab sat in the shade of the family tent twining his fingers. He’d chewed his nails so short, they stung as if he’d inserted needles underneath. Ali’s acute medical condition drove him mad with worry, and not being able to do anything to help made him feel ten times worse. Not to mention having put Ali’s fate in the hands of a reckless motorcycle driver. How imprudent! What if something happened to them? He’d rather die than live with the guilt.

He needed to keep his angst to himself, though, for in his father’s absence, he was in charge of the family and had to keep everyone calm. Every time Mother and his sisters looked at him with prayers in their eyes, he assured them Ali would be fine, and resisted following their tense glances out of the tent, to the track where the motorcycle had disappeared.

Three hours. A lifetime.

“Ragab,” Mother said, her face puffy and furrowed beneath the black tob ’ob wrapped around the top of her head. She clutched her two young daughters to her bosom, and they slid their arms around her.

“Yes?”

She opened her mouth, but out came no sound. Instead, big tears filled her charcoal-lined eyes and rolled down her sunburnt cheeks.

No need to explain. Of the ten children she’d carried, she’d lost four to disease, and three other grown ones had left to live in the modern world. Only Ragab had returned.

“Oum,” he said, voice gentle. Mother.

“La.” She shook her head, teary gaze pleading. No. Her pain wouldn’t go away.

His chest squeezed. “He’s in good hands,” he insisted, but wasn’t sure he believed it himself. He knew everything about appendicitis. Its different stages, where to cut to remove the infected piece, what kind of antibiotics to give, and the risks if one intervened too late. And this wasn’t just any patient—this was Ali, a funny and active little boy adored by his family.

A motor grumbled in the distance.

The girls squealed, and everyone got up and ran out of the tent. Ragab’s heart galloped in his chest.

In a large cloud of dust, the girl’s motorcycle appeared on the track, driving at full speed.

He gasped. Hadn’t he told her to be careful?

Slow down, you fool, before you get someone killed!

But…the seat behind her was vacant? Father and Ali stayed at the clinic? Did that mean bad news? The blood drained from his buzzing head.

Neighbors sprang out of their tents and flocked around Ragab’s family. The sickness of one tribe member, especially a child, concerned the whole tribe.

Seconds later, the motorcycle came to a full stop a few meters from them, tires screeching and swirling up dust.

Ragab hurried over to the girl and turned his hands up. “So?”

She switched off the power so that precious silence descended upon the site…but didn’t say anything, just sat there doing nothing.

Oh, how he hated her for drawing it out. Didn’t she realize the importance of the news? “Tell me!” he barked. “What did the surgeon say?”

Sending him a sharp glance, she took off her helmet and hung it on a side mirror. “Give me a minute to breathe, will ya? I just did sixty fucking kilometers on the roughest terrain ever.”

Her cursing pushed his buttons. He growled, “You’re one of the most arrogant and impolite persons I’ve met!”

“Oh?” She climbed off the motorcycle and got right in his face, breaths quick against his mouth. “And you are one of the most ungrateful assholes I’ve met.” She stabbed a finger into his chest. “But you were correct, doc. It’s an appendicitis, just not inflamed yet.”

He blinked, processing the information while staring into her gleaming emeralds. She stood so close, freckles he hadn’t seen before were visible on her nose and cheeks, under the dirty sweat.

It hit him like a slap: she was beautiful, spectacular. One of a kind.

She lowered her voice, but remained in his space. “He needs to stay under surveillance, though.”

Swallowing, he backed away from her to recoup—try to recover from the angst that had messed with his mind and the sensual shock the girl gave him. So much at once.

She said, “Your father wants you to pick them up in a couple of days.”

“All right, will do.” With a nod and a deep breath, he turned to tell the good news to everyone else.

The crowd broke into happy dancing and cheering. Mother’s face lit up in a white-toothed smile, and she hugged her daughters close.

In moments like these, Ragab wished he were religious. He needed something or someone to give thanks to.

Well, her, the fiery red-head, maybe.

Copyright @ 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 annoyingly 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 WIP, the erotic contemporary romance A Thorned Rose in the Sand.

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Having made sure his camel and the motorcycle were aligned and the rope stretched, Ragab gave his strong companion a slap on the butt. The camel jerked forward and pulled while the girl gave gas and released the clutch — and out of the sand hole jumped the motorcycle with a growl, so suddenly she lost her balance and let go of the handles. But right before it tipped over to a side, she climbed up and forced it upright. Impressive. She had the ability and grace of a horse rider.

Ragab made the camel continue to pull until the motorcycle reached the hard track, then he went back to untie the rope.

Motor idling, she sat panting, gloved hands in her lap, her emerald colored eyes shiny. He avoided looking at her, because although she was dirtier and looking more haggard than any woman he’d ever seen, the way her lips parted to breathe and the way her black, sweat-soaked top molded to her heaving chest — to the two round mounds of her chest — made him uncomfortable.

He should be man enough to disregard these details and focus on rolling the rope, but he hadn’t been with a woman in a long time, and it was obvious from the stirring in his pants, his body had certain needs to sate.

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 and extraordinarily 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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@ Illustration photo by the cooool Rosie Gabrielle

Happy Sunday! Here’s a sexy snippet from my latest release, the dark MM ménage THE AUDITION 🙂

Holding him tighter, Rico applied a small kiss on his mouth. Jaden’s angelic features broke into a big, happy smile, and he kissed Rico back, sneaking his tongue between Rico’s lips, along his teeth, and coaxing him to play. Rico angled to push his tongue deep into Jaden’s mouth and explored the hot wetness inside. The delicious feeling made his cock stiffen and point into Jaden’s stomach.

With a grin, the kid went down on his knees and grasped hold of the beast. He pumped up and down the shaft before taking it into his mouth, sucking and swallowing as far as his throat could take. He’d learned the skills well, so well Rico screwed his eyes shut and lifted his hips with each thrust, plunging again and again and moaning.
 

Dangerous men, dirty secrets

Ruthless drug lord Ricardo “El Loco” Ferrer launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, he learned to enjoy blow jobs in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to “please” the team of producers.

Young wannabe actor Jaden Moore comes to a shady side of town to audition for a movie part. He longs to shine, wants to walk the red carpet with cameras flashing and a crowd cheering. He assures the film director and the investors he’ll do anything to reach the top, but is he willing to comply with their dirty fantasies?

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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 new release, the dark erotic gay crime ménage The Audition 🙂

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His torso wet from a hot shower, hair drippling, Rico tied a towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door. A human figure waited outside, leaning against the side of a tall window in the white hall.

Rico startled, alarm coursing through him.

But it was only Jaden, who turned to him with a smile. The kid looked good and healthy in the sharp sunlight. He wore khaki shorts and a Rage Against the Machine t-shirt he’d found in Rico’s wardrobe.

Two cups of coffee sat on the windowsill, their steam dancing in the light. Rico relaxed and walked over to him. He picked up a cup and sniffed the lovely scent of rusted coffee beans. “You found out how to use the machine?” he teased.

Jaden gave a wry smile. “I’m not that stupid.”

Stupid enough to do drugs. But that subject needn’t be brought up. The kid had learned his lesson. He’d spent a week in Rico’s bed, shaking, sweating, and puking his guts out. During his worst moments, he’d sworn never to touch that shit again.

Rico had nursed him to the best of his ability. As a major cocaine supplier in SoCal, he was partly responsible for the young man’s condition. He’d overflowed the market with cheap poison for years and thus participated in destroying lives. Seeing one of his victims’ horrid struggles in person, in his own house, had made him vow to stop selling. He’d earned enough to live a hundred times over anyway. But he wanted to do more—he would donate some of his wealth to rehab centers. Payback.

He sipped the hot brew. “How are you feeling?”

“Good.” Jaden’s blue-green gaze dropped to Rico’s wet chest and lingered, noting details, then traveled farther down to his abs and…fuck, the towel.

Rico needed to divert his attention. “What are you going to do? I take it you don’t want to return to your parents’.”

Jaden looked up. “Can I stay here? That way, we can go to the film shootings and be together all the time.” Before Rico had time to answer, he pushed from the window and slid his arms around Rico’s waist, pulling him into a hug.

A hug! Rico hadn’t been hugged since he was a kid, when his sweet Mamá regularly took him on her lap, held him tight, and whispered words of motherly love. So many fucking years ago, he’d forgotten what it felt like.

Sizzling with heat and emotion, he put the coffee cup on the sill and circled the young man’s shoulders, pressing their chests together. Damn, how he relished having another person in his arms, and how he loved the way they breathed at the same time, as if one body.

Ruthless drug lord Ricardo “El Loco” Ferrer launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, he learned to enjoy blow jobs in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to “please” the team of producers.

Young wannabe actor Jaden Moore comes to a shady side of town to audition for a movie part. He longs to shine, wants to walk the red carpet with cameras flashing and a crowd cheering. He assures the film director and the investors he’ll do anything to reach the top, but is he willing to comply with their dirty fantasies?

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Yay! My latest (and dirtiest to date) project, The Audition, is live today.

I hope you enjoy the read!

Dangerous men, dirty secrets

Ruthless drug lord Ricardo “El Loco” Ferrer launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, he learned to enjoy blow jobs in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to “please” the team of producers.

Young wannabe actor Jaden Moore comes to a shady side of town to audition for a movie part. He longs to shine, wants to walk the red carpet with cameras flashing and a crowd cheering. He assures the film director and the investors he’ll do anything to reach the top, but is he willing to comply with their dirty fantasies?

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The Audition is touring the blogosphere Oct. 20-27 with my previous release, the dark Viking romance Torn Avenger. Check out the blog stops here:

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

This week’s tease comes from my erotic crime MMMM ménage The Audition, which will come out on October 20 🙂

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While the three other men split in the crowded night club in search of more young blood, Rico brought Jaden to the bar. Spotlights threw flashes of blue, purple, and green over the classy furniture and seated patrons. On a dance floor, hip people whirled and jumped, fists pumping, to a quick prog rock tune from the Prodigy. The night was still young, but the party was full-on and the vibe palpable.

It wasn’t only the music that made Rico’s heart pound a wild beat. He leaned an elbow on the counter and turned to the kid at his side. Jaden had gained more self-confidence since they first met. His shiny gaze followed Rico’s every move, and a cute smile brightened his young face, the low light enhancing his handsome features. Being near him filled Rico with rare warmth, as if he’d swallowed brandy and a strong wave of heat washed over his stomach and chest.

Speaking of which. “You want a drink?” he asked, then remembered Jaden’s age. Dammit, he needed to sober up. He was fifteen years his senior. How could he allow himself to like this kid to a point where he wanted more intimacy?

Jaden shook his head. “No, thanks. I gotta get home soon. Mom’s gonna worry about me if I don’t.”

“But you’re eighteen?”

“Yeah.” Jaden heaved a shoulder. “But you know, mothers… And you, are you having anything?”

“I don’t drink.”

“No? Why?”

Rico stopped drinking and using drugs years ago, when his plan to poison America was taking form and he needed to stay sharp at all times. But he told Jaden, “I work hard to stay in shape,” which was true too.

Jaden contemplated him with blue-green eyes hazy and full of heat. Rico had seen enamored looks like that before, and although he’d had an exhilarating evening with Jaden and would love to repeat what they’d done, he didn’t want the kid to fall for him. Their lives didn’t fit. Besides, Rico could take a bullet anytime, so why place someone in a position where he might have to grieve over his death? It wouldn’t be fair.

No, they couldn’t engage into anything.

Jaden leaned closer, their torsos almost touching. “That thing you did after I blew you?

“Hmm?”

“You know?”

“What?”

“You don’t remember?” A boyish smile lifted Jaden’s mouth to his eyes. “You licked my lips and kissed me.”

Yes, I did.

Rico zoomed in on Jaden’s soft, full lips and fought the urge to taste them again. He needed to resist. “It was nice, but we can’t repeat that.”

Jaden froze. “Oh.”

“It’s because…” Rico the hijo de puta would say the audition was a game the four men played regularly, that what had happened with Jaden hadn’t been special, and he should go home happy he got the movie part. But Rico was also Ricardo, the human inside the hitman. He knew what being lonely felt like, and he didn’t want to hurt Jaden, a kid with his share of loneliness.

Ruthless drug lord Ricardo “El Loco” Ferrer launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, he learned to enjoy blow jobs in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to “please” the team of producers.

Young wannabe actor Jaden Moore comes to a shady side of town to audition for a movie part. He longs to shine, wants to walk the red carpet with cameras flashing and a crowd cheering. He assures the film director and the investors he’ll do anything to reach the top, but is he willing to comply with their dirty fantasies?

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Happy Sunday! Here’s a sexy snippet from my dark Viking romance TORN AVENGER, which came out on Sept 20 🙂

Kneeling on the hard ground in the dark, linked by eager mouths and hands, they kissed, masturbated, and held each other closely until a familiar tightening of Roeland’s balls told him he was going to come.

Suddenly, he didn’t know what to do about it—he was going to ejaculate all over Alv’s clothes!

Too late, a ball of heat unfurled in his groin, rushed through the length of his stiff cock, and sprayed out of the tip as burning, pulsating fluid. His mind blackened. His release seemed endless. Riding waves of insane delight, he knocked his forehead into Alv’s, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth to stop a long, deep growl from slipping out.

Murder. Passion. Two ancient worlds colliding.

As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn’t meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer’s death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and strict social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he’s willing to accept the love of another man.

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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 dark Viking romance Torn Avenger, which actually came out todayyy!!

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Roeland pulled his shirt over his head and sent Alv a glance, a grin curving his mouth. The traveling had done him good. He’d grown muscles and his olive skin had acquired a healthy glow. With a thin layer of sweat covering his firm chest and shoulders, he looked to die for. Alv yearned to touch him, but…

The sexy man came closer, black gaze sparkling. “What’s wrong? You look tense. Hesitant.”

Alv sucked in a mouthful of air. “I thought you said you could never love anyone again. Why would you—”

“A woman, no. But you…you’re something else.” Roeland stopped a hairsbreadth away and slid his hands between Alv’s shoulders and his coat, lifting the too-hot fur and letting it fall to the floor behind him. “I want you to live here with Ima and me.”

He did? That declaration sent a rush of fierce emotions through Alv’s chest, almost choking him and bringing tears to his eyes. After the chaotic events of the past weeks, he’d felt lost and lonely, like an orphan, and uprooted, wandering from place to place and not feeling at home anywhere. But if the man of his wildest dreams invited him to stay… That changed everything. He swallowed to loosen the knot in his throat.

“Please say you’ll stay.” Roeland’s warm breaths blew softly on his lips as he leaned forward and pressed a hard bulge in his pants against him.

Oh… Heat coursed to Alv’s cock, making it swell in an instant and push back against Roeland’s. He groaned, closed his eyes, and relished the intense arousal. If Roeland was honest, and he’d always been, Alv should trust that what happened between them was genuine and lasting. Just be thankful and savor it!

Without warning, Roeland pulled Alv’s pants down so his curled erection straightened and bumped into Roeland’s stomach. Shocked and delighted at once, Alv gasped and opened his eyes. Roeland met him with a sinful grin and kissed him, mouth hard. That took away the last of Alv’s hesitation.

Copyright (c) 2017 Lea Bronsen

As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn’t meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer’s death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and strict social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he’s willing to accept the love of another man.

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I’m super excited to announce that Torn Avenger is live today!!

This is a special book for me, as it’s a step away from my usual contemporary romance.

Murder. Passion. Two ancient worlds colliding.

As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn’t meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer’s death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and strict social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he’s willing to accept the love of another man.

A little about the background:

When asked what inspires me to write books, I usually say it’s something I’ve seen or heard, or I’ve been challenged to dig deeply into my imagination and come up with a crazy idea. This time, it was a premade cover. The moment I saw this dark, sensual, slightly homo erotic image of a half-naked man in a fur coat on an exquisitely colored background, I knew it had to be mine. I decided in which historical period to set the story – the obscure, mythical age of the Vikings – and the ensuing process plunged me into an exciting and not so foreign world where everyday heroes lived the same dramas and battled for the same values and desires as we do in modern society.

I hope you enjoy the read!

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Happy Sunday! Here are seven lines from my dark Viking romance TORN AVENGER, which releases on Sept 20 🙂

“Get down,” Alv ordered, breathing hard but silently to his mouth, pushing Roeland to slide onto his knees. Before they found their balance in the dark shadow of the wall, Alv reached for Roeland’s pants and pulled them down.

Oh! His cock uncurled from its constraint, like a snake in a bag. Alv grabbed it and stroked upward in one slow motion, toward the tip, his fist warm and firm. The intense sensation caused heat to course through Roeland, and he held his breath to stop a low growl from erupting in his throat. Fluid rushed to the tip of his dick and leaked a droplet, the wetness in contact with the air reminding him of how chilly it was inside the barn.

Alv kissed him deeply again and continued stroking base to tip, each time pulling the foreskin over the bigger head, enhancing the pressure in Roeland’s tense cock.

His world spun. He trembled. He wouldn’t last, the wait had been too long.

Murder. Passion. Two ancient worlds colliding.

As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn’t meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer’s death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and strict social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he’s willing to accept the love of another man.

Preorder your copy now!

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

Have Fun!

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

This week’s tease comes from my dark erotic crime ménage THE AUDITION, which is scheduled for release on October 20th 🙂

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Stroking his hard shaft, Rico moved forward until mere inches separated them. Jaden’s warm breaths blew on his face. “Do you like what you see?”

“Yeah.” Jaden gulped.

Rico covered the remaining inches and bumped his dick into Jaden’s naked stomach, teasing him. “Would you like to taste? Isn’t it something you’ve wanted to do since you met that boy, years ago?”

Jaden hesitated, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. Then he slipped down onto his knees and masterfuly, so masterfuly, took the tip of Rico’s cock into his mouth.

Rico grunted, arched his back, and filled his lungs with air. Having someone’s lips form a tight circle around his dick always did the trick. He pushed forward a little. Not so far he choked the young man, but enough to get that euphoric feeling of slipping into a hot, wet tunnel.

Faster, faster. As usual, he wanted to reach the peak right away, wanted to shoot his load and cry out now, and it took all his strength not to thrust, deep and hard. Jaden was a virgin, for fuck’s sake.

To relieve some of his pounding need, he withdrew and masturbated in front of Jaden instead, with long, hard strokes that pulled his foreskin back and forth over the head. He wasn’t going to last.

Jaden stared, gaze wide and blurry.

“You like what you see?” Rico asked, pumping faster, building the tension.

“Yeah.”

“Open your mouth.” He grimaced from the simmering heat in his rock hard dick. Sweat pearled on his forehead. “I’m gonna come soon. Be ready.”

Jaden obeyed. So docile, so willing.

“Swallow everything,” Rico ordered. The diablo in him would’ve preferred to spread it all over Jaden’s pretty face, but he didn’t want to overwhelm the inexperienced kid.

When Jaden didn’t reply, he growled, impatient, “You hear? You swallow everything.”

Copyright (c) 2017 Lea Bronsen

Ruthless drug lord Ricardo “El Loco” Ferrer launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, he learned to enjoy blow jobs in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to “please” the team of producers.

Young wannabe actor Jaden Moore comes to a shady side of town to audition for a movie part. He longs to shine, wants to walk the red carpet with cameras flashing and a crowd cheering. He assures the film director and the investors he’ll do anything to reach the top, but is he willing to comply with their dirty fantasies?

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Happy Sunday! Here are seven lines from my dark Viking romance TORN AVENGER, which releases on Sept 20 🙂

Alv attacked his lips again, with silent furor this time, thrusting his tongue inside Roeland’s mouth and toying with his.

Didn’t he understand the danger?

But Roeland didn’t have willpower to refuse him. He would go along then, but careful not to make a sound.

As if reading his thoughts, Alv brought his arms up to Roeland’s neck and circled it, pulling him into a tight lover’s embrace and pressing their stomachs and erections against each other.

Fire rushed from Roeland’s cock to his chest. Stifling a groan, he wrapped his arms around Alv’s slim waist and hugged him back.

Murder. Passion. Two worlds colliding.

As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn’t meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer’s death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and strict social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he’s willing to accept the love of another man.

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This week’s tease comes from my dark erotic crime ménage The Audition, which is scheduled for release on October 20th 🙂

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Davidson, the director, took the cue. “Jaden, would you be willing to undress for us?”

Jaden’s eyes widened. “Undress?”

“Yeah, as in, take off your clothes.”

Jaden stared from one man to the other. Are you fucking serious? He wouldn’t dare to say these words aloud, but for God’s sake…

The old smoker grinned, putting his cigar butt in a pack and slipping it into his jacket. “We would like to see a little skin, that’s all.”

As if that made any sense. Jaden shook his head. “But…my part doesn’t include taking my clothes off.”

Davidson said, “The way you handle what we ask from you—and I’m repeating myself—will show us what you’re made of, what you have inside.”

That was the biggest bullshit Jaden had ever heard. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“Look,” the fat producer with the checker suit, Madsen, said. “If you comply with our request, you get the part. It’s not that difficult.”

“You’re telling me if I strip, I get the part?”

“Yes.” Madsen gave him a full-toothed grin.

“Promise?”

“Duuude, listen.” The Latino leaned forward again and folded his hands, calmly resting his gaze on him. “You’re not only getting the role, you’re getting the world. This is a huge film production. We’re putting a lot of money into it. We’re gonna distribute the movie worldwide. It will be dubbed to a hundred languages. And who’s gonna get the praise? Huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“Whose face is gonna appear on posters all over the world? Whose name is gonna be the talk of the year? Not mine, not theirs.” He pointed to the three other men. “It’s your name, Jaden. Your face. You’re going to be the star.”

The smoker added, “The biggest star.”

“You’re going to the Oscars,” the Latino insisted. “To Cannes, to the Golden Bear.”

“If you promise…”

“We do.” Davidson nodded, small eyes regarding him through his glasses. “Absolutely.”

“Aren’t you going to interview other actors before you make your decision?”

“We won’t need to,” Davidson replied.

Jaden hesitated. They took him for a fool. He wasn’t born yesterday. But if their production house had what it took to propulse him into fame…then he would give them what they wanted, however awkward their request was.

Gritting his teeth, he wrestled out of his t-shirt, threw it to the desk behind him, took off his shoes and socks, and kicked them beneath the desk.

A silence descended upon the semi-dark room. He could feel the men’s stare lingering on him. Why the hell was it so important to them that he strip?

He unbuckled his belt, slipped out of his pants, and put those atop the desk, too, before straightening his skinny frame.

“And that.” The smoker pointed to his briefs, a small smile lifting the corner of his wrinckled mouth.

You’re kidding me.

A thought struck Jaden, scaring the shit out of him. Goosebumps grew on his arms. “A-are you gonna take pictures?” he asked the director. Coming in, he hadn’t seen any camera, but maybe…

“No, Jaden.” Davidson shook his head and swept the room with a hand. “There’re no cameras, no nothing. Just the four of us. And you.”

“No one’s gonna hurt you,” the Latino added.

Jaden observed him. No, although the handsome, tanned man with the thick black hair resembled the boss of a Mexican drug cartel, he didn’t give Jaden the impression he would hurt him. The question was more how Jaden could expose himself? No one had seen him naked in years. Not Mom, not Dad. He didn’t even dare to shower with his brother, for fear he’d make some rude remark about how feminine Jaden looked, how much muscle he lacked, how he would never get a girl in bed…

As if.

“It’s just that…” He paused, afraid of revealing too much of his insecurity. “I don’t look so good. Please don’t judge my acting abilities on my appearance.”

The director sighed. “Just take it off, Jaden.”

Copyright (c) 2017 Lea Bronsen

Ruthless drug lord Ricardo “El Loco” Ferrer launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, he learned to enjoy blow jobs in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to “please” the team of producers.

Young wannabe actor Jaden Moore comes to a shady side of town to audition for a movie part. He longs to shine, wants to walk the red carpet with cameras flashing and a crowd cheering. He assures the film director and the investors he’ll do anything to reach the top, but is he willing to comply with their dirty fantasies?

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Yay! One more release to look forward to! 

The dark erotic crime ménage THE AUDITION is scheduled for release on October 20, 2017 🙂

Ruthless drug lord Ricardo “El Loco” Ferrer launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, he learned to enjoy blow jobs in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to “please” the team of producers.

Young wannabe actor Jaden Moore comes to a shady side of town to audition for a movie part. He longs to shine, wants to walk the red carpet with cameras flashing and a crowd cheering. He assures the film director and the investors he’ll do anything to reach the top, but is he willing to comply with their dirty fantasies?

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

This week’s tease comes from my dark Viking romance Torn Avenger, which is scheduled for release on September 20th 🙂

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Roeland was stunned. It was the first time he experienced anything like this. His relationships with women had never reached such a level of anger-fueled desire. Alv’s entire being seemed to envelop him, body, mind, heart and soul. Though the two men were the same height and Alv slim and bony, his power surpassed Roeland’s. Maybe it was the alcohol in Alv’s veins that gave him such a superhuman presence—the smell of fermented honey drifted from his mouth, with a comforting, ensnaring even, hint of sweetness.

This was surreal, like a dream. Alv’s sexual energy absorbed Roeland, and he couldn’t fight it. A week after his poisoning, he didn’t have physical strength. Why resist anyway? He didn’t have anything in life but a little time here and there with his daughter. The rest of the day and night, he sat chained to a wall in a stinking animal barn, waiting to recuperate enough to do hard labor like most of the other slaves. If that was supposed to be his fate, he didn’t mind receiving warmth from a fellow human being.

To be honest, there’d been something between them since Alv stopped him from jumping into the deadly ocean. Alv had protected, nursed, and defended him, always with kindness in his ways and warmth in his blue-green gaze. Roeland had believed their relationship to be brotherly and enjoyed their exchanges, but tonight, their feelings for one another seemed to morph fast into something more.

He didn’t oppose. Alv’s desire didn’t appall or repel him like the one of another man might. Maybe it was the effeminate side of Alv that made it acceptable. No, not only that: it was fascinating, genuine. And it revealed a fundamental truth: Alv needed him. Like a spider feasting on its captured prey, Alv’s hunger ate Roeland alive, and strangely, he liked it. It’d been so long since he’d felt this way—alive. He didn’t care that Alv’s intensity consumed him, if it made him feel real and sharply present in the moment. It might even help him forget about his slave collar and chain for a little while.

The erotic kiss had Roeland’s body give into lust, some parts of him melting, others swelling and hardening. His breathing quickened. His mind became numb and succumbed to the need for comfort, relief from reality, and heady pleasure. He kissed Alv back, tentatively at first, discovering him, learning to know him, getting used to the idea of kissing someone after Hilda had passed.

Thank goodness his inner voice said it was okay, that he deserved love, sex, and he shouldn’t feel bad about it. When she died, he’d believed he loved her so much he could never be with another woman, but now he did just that with Alv, this half-man, half-woman being. It didn’t feel like he was cheating on her. If it had, he would’ve loathed himself for the rest of his life. But Hilda would’ve wanted him to be happy. Speaking of life, the Vikings might do away with him any given time, and what was happening with Alv could well be his last chance to share intimacy with someone.

He parted his lips, and Alv slid his wet, sweet-tasting tongue inside his mouth. God, delicious. Roeland moaned in appreciation, his body melting even more, his cock growing.

Alv released his lips with a small sucking sound and whispered, “Ssh, be quiet.”

Oh, right, they weren’t alone! Cold flash back to reality.

Copyright (c) 2017 Lea Bronsen
 
  
 

As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn’t meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer’s death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and strict social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he’s willing to accept the love of another man.

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See photos that inspired me to write the book:

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