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Mine to Love by Lea Bronsen

unnamed (29)My Girl Code sister – Lea Bronsen – has book 2 of her Hot Model Mine series out – Mine to Love. I’m very excited to share her new release with you all because she is an exceptionally talented writer. Enjoy!

Book two of the Hot Model Mine trilogy is finally here! Did you wonder what happened to erotic romance author Andrea and her irresistible cover model, Yushka, after the conference in Cannes?

In book one, The Perfect Shoot, things were complicated for the couple. He was much younger than her—practically the same age as her twins—and she’d spent half her life without a man. After much reflection, she ended up giving into her desire and taking Mr. Hot Model for lover. But what then after they traveled back to their separate lives?

Wait no more: They’re here to tell the continuation of their sizzling love story 🙂

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BLURB:

The writing conference in sunny Cannes was fantastical, a dream. Back at home, reality catches up with author Andrea Johnson and the sexy cover model of her book, Yushka. With tough working schedules, challenging family relations, and seductive temptation from all sides, the couple’s explosive romance is put to the test.

Will their love be strong enough to have a future?

BOOK TRAILER:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ievwhCy6FOc

 

EXCERPT:

 

While Yushka gets his duffel bag in the back seat, I lean against the side of the Corolla and stretch my arms on top of its roof. “You got everything?”

“Yeah.” He lifts the bag over his shoulder and tilts his head in direction of the front door. “We good to go?”

My pulse beats a little faster at the thought of him dropping that bag on my bedroom floor and lifting me in his arms instead. I’m so excited to be with him, I simmer inside, aching to touch and hold him. I want to have all of him at once, right now.

A spark of amusement plays in his gorgeous Asian eyes as he waits for me to make a move. “What’s on your mind, Princess?”

Holding his gaze, I smile, my fingers tapping a beat on the car hood to buy some time because I don’t know what to reply. I have a feeling whatever might come out of my mouth now, like I can’t wait to rip those clothes off you or I’m going to make you scream, will sound too cheesy. Why do we need to put our attraction into words, anyway? Once we’re home, there’ll be no reason to talk that much. We’ll do the talking with our more-than-capable hands and … um … mouths.

I tap a quick rap before stepping back from the car. “Come on.”

“Okay.” Widening his smile, he follows me to the front entrance.

I unlock and push the wood door open. “I hope your bag’s not too heavy. The elevator doesn’t work.”

“When are they gonna fix it?”

“Huh, good question.” I step forward, but when in the doorway, I spin to hold the door open for him. “I have no idea.”

“No?” With a raised brow, he passes me.

Just then, I move toward him, chest-to-chest, blocking him and his thick bag between myself and the doorframe.

“Oh!” He laughs.

As the door pushes into my back, squeezing me tighter against him, I put my hands on his waist. First above his clothes––the thick leather jacket and his shirt––then sneaking underneath both of them, my fingers splaying on his warm skin and stroking him.

Completely stuck, he tilts his head and stares into my eyes, his own sparkling with playfulness. “What are you up to?”

“You have a problem?” I move my hands out from beneath his shirt and go downward to palm his tight ass cheeks, pulling his crotch to me. My lower stomach and increasingly heating inner thighs seek to meet his. I want to be so near him he’ll feel my lust, and I want his lust to grow, too. I need us to join and be a match, a melting pot of desire, irresistible and untamable.

“I have to bribe you?” he asks, voice lower, and leans down to kiss me.

How did he guess? At the warm touch of his parted lips, delight rushes through me as if I’d had a shot of alcohol.

He retreats his face a few inches, enough to have a view of what he just kissed. “This good enough for you?” His voice comes out husky, a bit short of breath. With his free hand, he strokes and kneads my butt.

“One more,” I mouth with the next exhale of air. Though the door bores painfully into my back, I don’t want to move, loving the feel of being so close to Yushka, so intimate. It’s amazing how instantaneous and intense our connection is. Just wait till we get our clothes off.

Again, his warm lips land on mine, and we kiss greedily, nose-to-nose, wet tongues playing with each other. My inner pussy muscles clench, remembering too well what it’s like to have his cock inside. I breathe faster. A growing hardness in his crotch presses against me, provoking more tightening. Oh, God. Hot wetness glides down my pussy, wetting my panties. So ready, so soon… I mew into his mouth, and he rewards me with a guttural response, our mouths practically eating each other.

But this isn’t the right place. We need to move and play this torturous game and its grand finale somewhere else.

Releasing his lips, I gasp from our separation, but still manage to pull away.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” He inhales deeply and looks up, feverish eyes widening and trying to refocus.

As I step backward, forcing the door to open again, cold evening air sneaks between our heated bodies. “Let’s go,” I say with a croak, my chest heaving.

He gives a small nod and steps inside the low-lit lobby.

 

WHERE TO FIND MINE TO LOVE:

Evernight | Amazon.com | Amazon.uk | All Romance eBooks | Bookstrand

For other buy links, please check my website.

Add the book to your Goodreads list, and check out my inspiration on Pinterest!

Would you like to read the first book, The Perfect Shoot? You can find it here.

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AUTHOR BIO:

I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic contemporary romance.

I love to hear from my readers! Write to leabronsen@yahoo.com or meet me on:

Website | Lea’s Crazy Nights Blog | Facebook profile | Facebook page | Twitter | Amazon

 

 

 

FULL LINKS (in case the embedded ones don’t work)

 

Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/mine-to-love-by-lea-bronsen/

Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/ebook/dp/B015QQTCXS/

Amazon.uk: http://www.amazon.co.uk/ebook/dp/B015QQTCXS/

All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-minetolove-1896026-149.html

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/mine-to-love-mf

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26653906-mine-to-love

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/leabronsen/mine-to-love/

The Perfect Shoot: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-perfect-shoot-by-lea-bronsen

Website: http://leabronsen.com

Lea’s Crazy Nights Blog: http://leabronsen.com/crazy-nights-blog/

Facebook profile: https://www.facebook.com/wildhearted.author

Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/LeaBronsen

Twitter: https://twitter.com/LeaBronsen?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw

Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Lea-Bronsen/e/B00BTFT8KS

GIRL CODE – Book Trailer Reveal – #GirlCode

The #GirlCode project has been a rollercoaster ride. Putting your heart and soul into a story in the midst of working a full-time job, being a mother to three young children, a wife to a wonderfully patient man and doing all the other things required to make this life run smoothly can take a toll on a person. I’ve had the privilege to work with three amazing authors on #GirlCode and I must admit, I’ve never been more proud of a project. Enjoy the Book Trailer and then Pre-Order your copy of Girl Code now! 🙂

Mid-Week Tease – FAITH from Girl Code – #MWTease #GirlCode

MWTease151Four weeks in a row! 🙂 Yep, I’m back again for another round of Sandra Bunino’s Mid-Week Tease. You know-the feature where us authors get an opportunity to post a snippet of a work-in-progress (aka WIPs), a new release or a back title. It’s an amazing way to get a peek at different authors and see what’s up with some of your favorites!

For the last three weeks, I’ve let you get a sneak peek into three of the four stories in Girl Code by DC Stone, Lea Bronsen and myself. This week I’m letting you have a glimpse into the last story in Girl Code – FAITH by Cait Jarrod. The four of us are very eager to share these stories with you. Hope you enjoy!

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Setup: the first time Selena and Cullen talked since the night before she went into the Air Force.

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Mid-Week Tease – LIVE from Girl Code – #MWTease #GirlCode

MWTease151 Another week has flown by and that glorious hump day is here to push us into the weekend. With Wednesday comes Sandra Bunino’s incredible feature – Mid-Week Tease – where us authors get a chance to share snippets of works in progress, new releases or back-listed titles of our own or of others! It really is a fabulous way to catch a glimpse of an author’s style and along the hop, you may find a new author that might soon become your favorite! 🙂

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Two weeks ago, I shared a part of my story – HOPE – from the Girl Code anthology I worked on with DC Stone, Lea Bronsen and Cait Jarrod. Last week, DC Stone allowed me to share a peek at her story from Girl Code – PERSISTENCE. And this week, we get to see a bit from the talented Lea Bronsen and her Girl Code story – LIVE. You are so going to love this glance into Juls and just how she meets Reef. Enjoy!

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Mid-Week Tease – PERSISTENCE from Girl Code – #MWTease #GirlCode

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Thank you to Sandra Bunino for hosting this wonderful feature – Mid-Week Tease – where authors get to share snippets of their books or WIPs (aka works in progress) 😉 It’s a great opportunity to get a glance at an author’s work and perhaps find new authors along the way.

Last week I shared my story – HOPE – from the Girl Code anthology that I worked on with DC Stone, Lea Bronsen and Cait Jarrod. This week, I’m sharing a snippet of DC Stone’s story – PERSISTENCE – also from Girl Code. You’re going to love it! 🙂

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But before we get to the really good stuff (and I assure it is good – I’ve read DC’s story) – here’s the blurb for PERSISTENCE:

Laydi Michaels has been running away from her past and bad memories for years. Finding herself wasn’t an easy task, but she’s managed to finally get to a point to where she wants to be. Only to wake up married to her boss….who fired her the night before. Wrapped in a case that puts her life in danger, and dealing with a grave situation back home in Pearl, Laydi figures out she wasn’t close to finding herself, and now, she’s risked everything.

*****

Laydi Michaels woke with a start, her eyes opening and slamming shut in a flash as the glare of sunlight stabbed like a two-ton sledgehammer into her pounding brain. Not that she thought a two-ton hammer existed, but with how she was feeling—headache, nausea, and alarmingly, yet deliciously sore in certain places—that was the only apt description. She had the hangover of all binge drinkers. One that rivaled her high school days where she’d disappear with Dad’s fifth of Jack, a bag from Burger King, and her best friends, until not a drop remained in the bottle and they’d mastered Lady Gaga’s latest hit. At the top of their lungs. Forward and backwards.

Bringing herself back to the present, and away from any mention of alcohol, because her stomach adamantly recoiled at the thought, she left her eyes closed and took stock of her surroundings. From the brief glimpse, she hadn’t recognized the bare white walls, or the rose-colored drapes hanging in front of the large window. She was obviously not in her own room, where the walls were a sage green and the windows had blackout curtains—something required in her line of work, due to her overnight surveillance cases.

Next noticeable concern? She was completely naked, just as the day she was born. The sheets against her skin—not that she was moving much; no, her stomach revolted against that—were soft, a higher thread count than the Egyptian cream-colored ones back home.

The most alarming detail of all, though, was the very heavy and thick arm wrapped around her waist. She lay slightly on her side, but her hip was without a doubt touching a warm thigh, and from the uncomfortable poking sensation, the stillness of this male body next to her, something was up before the actual man was.

Raking her mind, she tried to remember anything, something from last night, a clue to explain where she was and whom she was lying next to. But all she could come up with was how she’d made an absolute blathering fool of herself to her boss, Andrew Cox.

She paused and gave a little girly sigh at the thought of him. Tall, well over six-feet, he was built like a Greek God, and not the ones learned about in History class. No, this guy had romance novel written all over him. Combined with the charm of a gentleman, and the resemblance to Chris Hemsworth; ladies fell all over themselves in his presence. And with his dating history, Andrew wasn’t one to shy away from attention.

His hair was dark blond and a few weeks past needing a haircut. His bangs fell across his forehead when he typed furiously on his computer, or when he was interviewing a suspect and got really into the story. His eyes changed colors depending on the shirt he wore. They could be either blue or green, but they were wide-set and startling to the female population. She’d seen many women trip over their feet when taking in Andrew, and if his height, six-days-a-week I-work-out-at-the-gym body, hair, or eyes didn’t do it, the smooth velvet of his voice caused thighs to tremble with anticipation.

He should have been a radio DJ, or a phone sex operator, instead of the CEO for Off The Record Private Investigations.

He had a smooth southern drawl that spoke of being raised somewhere in the state of Georgia…sexy as hell. She shuddered at just the memory.

Two things happened next: her stomach lurched and bile rose, her body’s way of telling her she had indeed indulged in one or too many drinks last night.

Second, as she snapped her eyes open and dove from the bed, she caught a glance at the mysterious stranger in bed with her, who was really no stranger at all.

Gloriously sexy, sleepy—and very familiar—blue eyes widened in surprised and concern as she bounded across the room for the bathroom, where she promptly regurgitated last night’s fun.

 I hope you enjoyed this snippet from DC Stone’s contribution to Girl Code. We are super excited about this anthology and can’t wait to share it all with you. 🙂 If you enjoyed this post, please click on the link below to see the rest of the amazing participating authors in Mid-Week Tease.

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Mid-Week Tease – HOPE from Girl Code – #MWTease #GirlCode

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Woohoo! I’m back in the Mid-Week Tease saddle! It’s been quite awhile, but I’m SUPER excited to be back on Sandra Bunino’s feature where us authors get to post a snippet of a story – published or in the works! I’m excited because I’ve been working on a great project with an amazing group of authors – D.C. Stone, Lea Bronsen and Cait Jarrod. And guess who wrote the introduction to this amazing book? Yes, one of my all time favs – Julie Ann Walker! Yes, I know, right?

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Now that we are in the editing stages of Girl Code, I’d like to share a little snippet of my story – HOPE. But first, here’s the blurb to give you a little background on my story:

Josephine “Joey” Lockhart hides behind her camera—and has since she was young—because it’s safer to view the world through a lens than to actually have to face it or live it. Growing up in the small town of Pearl, Ohio, with an alcoholic father and an enabling mother, the only thing she can be is quiet, reserved and withdrawn unless she’s with her “sisters.” After high school, she escapes to Florida, where she lives a comfortable and modest life doing what she loves—taking photos, but there’s a fun-loving, adventurous and strong woman hiding under the past that plagues her. In walks Talon Manness, who seems to not only have a knack for bringing her out of her shell but also causing her heart to race frantically for real for the first time in her life, but Talon has his own issues. Can they work through their pasts toward a future together? Is hope enough?

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Cover Reveal #girlcode

 

Girl Code rule #15: Your friends should always have your back and you theirs. Always.

GIRL CODE

Coming late Spring 2015

By Jessica Jayne, DC Stone, Cait Jarrod, and Lea Bronsen

With a special introduction by Julie Ann Walker

Cover Design by the amazing Jay Aheergirlcode-customdesign-jayAheer2015-complete

Are You Ready For “The Perfect Shoot”?

It’s Friday! And I ❤ Fridays! This Friday is made even better because I have the lovely and very talented Lea Bronsen visiting today with her super hot new release The Perfect Shoot – the first book in her Hot Model Mine series with Evernight Publishing. I’m very excited about this because awhile ago, Lea asked me to read a scene from the book before submission. I had been at my “day job” and should have known better, but I read it! HOT! HOT! HOT! Hard for me to get back to doing my legal things after reading the scene. I’m thoroughly looking forward to reading the entire story! Welcome, Lea!

 

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Thank you so much for having me on your blog!

Who hasn’t been infatuated with a sexy poster boy – actor, pop star, or football hero – even though he was unobtainable? The heroine in my Hot Model Mine series is a thriving author and hard-working mother nearing her forties. Tough, independent, and having long ago lost faith in love, she dismisses her crush on the cover model of her book to protect herself. What then can she do when that gorgeous young man surprisingly falls for her, too?

I hope you enjoy this tale of ‘impossible’ love, dead-honest and written with my heart.

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BLURB:

When Andrea Johnson, writing as author Cindy Vega, signed up for a Meet & Greet with the cover model of her latest book, she didn’t expect sparks to fly. Yushka is dangerously good-looking and too young for her. But their connection is instantaneous, and during a photo shoot with the two, the photographer picks up on their growing attraction. Seeing the potential for the cover photo of the century, he decides to push their comfort limits…

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EXCERPT:

An assistant calls Yushka’s name. Bare-chested, the Asian hunk appears from a group of models, strolls to the spotlights, and waits in front of the camera with the confident stance of a professional.

The whole place quiets as if in awe. He’s unbelievably beautiful with his tanned, bulging muscles and washboard-abs-to-die-for. When photographer Lemaître asks him to undo his hair, a black waterfall lands on his shoulders and down his back. A few muffled feminine squeals fill the silence.

One by one, authors whose books he appears on get a few pictures taken with him in flattering positions, wrapping their arms around his back or swallowed up in his embrace, beaming like schoolgirls at their first prom.

Jealousy rips through me so violently I can barely breathe, but my time is up soon, and I hate that even more. I’m non-photogenic, and seeing pictures of myself makes me sick. I’ve chosen a sexy, black top and matching short skirt for the occasion, but looking my best doesn’t help. My stomach ties in a knot.

“Cindy Vega,” an assistant calls.

Fuck, that’s me. I’m dead.

“Go,” Laurie says, giving me a small push.

All muscles tense, I leave my safe corner and join Yushka. He greets me with a placid face, but from the warmth in his pupils, I get a feeling he’s glad to see me. Side by side, narrowing our eyes from the piercing light, we face Lemaître and wait for orders.

Damn. Being so near Yushka’s naked torso is unbearable, as is the heat from the lamps shining on us. Sweat beads roll down the sides of my chest, between my breasts. He endures, too. A thin film of sweat coats his golden skin, making it glow, but he doesn’t seem bothered.

Lemaître clears his throat. “Bon. Stand a little closer. Cindy, this is for Eden Luna Publishing’s website. Officially, we want authors happily meeting their cover models, but off the record, we want sensual, we want heat. Readers will get off seeing your pictures like they do reading your books.”

Stiff as a rod, I nod agreement. I’d half expected this. Problem is, I hate being in the spotlight with so many people watching, and I hate the notion of having my photo all over the internet.

“Sooo,” he continues, “I will ask you to just stand like this, facing me, and smile. That is all. Yushka knows what he has to do.”

“Okay.”

Turning to my side, Yushka puts a hot hand on my stomach and the other on the small of my back. Though light, his touches destabilize me, as does the warm, musky scent sneaking to my nostrils.

“Closer,” Lemaître orders. “Bodily contact.”

Shit, I’m fucked.

The stud radiates heat as he approaches, sweaty chest sticking to my arm, heart beating against my skin. His crotch barely brushes my hip, but each pore in my body becomes acutely aware of him, on high alert. As last night’s intense arousal replays in all of me, my inner thighs clench with renewed want.

Whispers and low chuckles sound from both sides of the vast lobby. I try to forget the hundred eyes following my every move, but can’t help being distracted, bathed in full light and painfully self-conscious.

“That is better.” Like a shooting gun, Lemaître’s camera clicks and the flash blinds me repetitively. “Now, give him a smile, Cindy. You know the kind I want.”

My throat so dry I can’t speak, I turn to Yushka.

He’s very near, inches from my face, black pupils gleaming with mischief. Sweat pearls on his face, making him look sexier than ever. Long, black hairs glue to his forehead and cheeks. He smells of soap, his close shave making him look baby-faced.

Seemingly at ease, the heaving of his chest regular, he stares into my eyes. I can’t believe his confidence. Modelling is his profession, but how does he stay so fucking calm?

“You wanna give me a smile?” he whispers, warm breaths brushing my chin. Behind me, his large hand sneaks lower and palms my butt cheek. With that and his other fingers splaying on my stomach, he pulls me to him, making me feel the entire length and…hardness…of his cock on my hip.

I suck in a breath.

His lips curl up in a self-satisfied grin. “Hm, Andrea? You wanna give me a smile?”

Oh my fucking God. I can’t help but obey while my insides go up in flames.

Flashing his teeth, he kneads my ass with a strong hand and pushes his full erection against me. He knows what he’s doing, the devil. He knows slowly rubbing me with his cock turns my pussy to burning liquid.

Somewhere, a feminine gasp breaks the silence, followed by contained laughter.

Très bien, we have a smile,” Lemaître says, camera clicking, flash shooting. “Thank you, Cindy, that will be enough. Next!”

Still grinning and holding my look, Yushka slowly backs off, leaving chillier air between us.

I’m frozen. In shock, lust, need.

“Come on, move it!” Lemaître calls. “We don’t have all day.”

No shit.

 

BUY LINKS:

Evernight | Amazon.com | Amazon.uk | All Romance eBooks | Bookstrand

Add it to your Goodreads list!

 

ABOUT LEA BRONSEN:

I like my reads fast, hot, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, erotic contemporary romance, and dripping erotica.

I love to hear from my readers! Send me a mail to leabronsen@yahoo.com or meet me on:

Website | Facebook profile | Facebook page | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon | Smashwords

 

Lea Bronsen’s New Release – My Biggest Fan

Today at the Spicy Butterfly Garden I have the great pleasure of hosting Lea Bronsen and her new Evernight Publishing Romance on the Go, My Biggest Fan.  Since most of us have a thing for bad boys, myself included, I knew I had to pick up Lea’s book.  Shawn is everything us females seek in a bad boy.  He’s in a rock band, for crying out loud!  But one of the things about bad boys is when they fall, they usually fall pretty hard and I think that’s the case because they never expect the fall.  I thoroughly enjoyed My Biggest Fan.  It was a quick and fun read with just enough sexy to keep you warm at night.  I’m sure you all will feel the same.  🙂

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BLURB:

Shawn Torien is a handsome, arrogant bassist with the groove rock band Bloodless. At thirty four, he’s seen everything, been everywhere, and all is handed to him on a silver plate—groupies included. His rock star attitude is questioned when the record company’s young webmistress Samantha joins the band to cover their life on the road.

Since she has crushed on Shawn for years, he takes great pleasure in teasing her and pushing her away… until he learns about the woman beneath the surface.

BUY LINKS:

Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/my-biggest-fan-by-lea-bronsen/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/My-Biggest-Fan-Romance-ebook/dp/B00EODVUXK/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1377067309&sr=8-7&keywords=my+biggest+fan#_

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/My-Biggest-Fan-Romance-ebook/dp/B00EODVUXK/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1377300070&sr=8-2&keywords=MY+biggest+fan

All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-mybiggestfan-1269733-149.html

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/my-biggest-fan-mf

AUTHOR BIO:

Lea lives in Europe with her husband and three children. She’s a fan of intense reads, the same way she loves intense sports, music, and rides. She has written adventure, mystery, and action-packed stories from an early age. In addition to the erotic romance short story “My Biggest Fan”, she recently published the crime drama novel “Wild Hearted” and has the thriller sequel “Carnivora”, the erotica novella “Risky Fever”, and a mystery/romance collaboration novel coming soon.

MEET LEA:

http://www.leabronsen.com

http://www.facebook.com/LeaBronsen

https://twitter.com/LeaBronsen

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6966248.Lea_Bronsen

http://www.amazon.com/author/leabronsen

Email: leabronsen@yahoo.com

 

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EXCERPT:

The backstage room is filling with people. Band members, roadies, management, and special guests such as family, media, and a few pre-selected fans. The place buzzes with chatting and chuckling, and I stop in the door to assess. Don’t see any eye-catching hotness yet.

Sweat runs from my head, along my back, and down my abs. My soaked shirt glues to my skin, and I stink of hour-long transpiration. I need a shower, but there’s so much else I want to do first: get a drink, a smoke, and some pussy before the tour bus leaves. None of these are allowed on board. I’m electrical, high. I need to move, and my whole body thirsts to get higher.

Next to a merchandise booth in a corner stands a table with plates of sandwiches and cut fruit, a selection of mineral water bottles, and alcoholic drinks.

“Shawn! Shawn!” Strangers rush me with expectant smiles, probably wanting me to sign CD covers or something.

But I’ve made up my mind. Ignoring them, I stride to the table, grab a can of cold beer and down it in one take. The icy beverage rushes through my throat and refreshes me. The sweaty hairs on my arms rise as if chilly air blew on them. I open another, gulp down the beer, and grab a third.

“Hey, Shawn,” a female says behind me.

I hate being interrupted, but I’ve heard that voice before. Beer in hand, I spin around.

Oh, Samantha from the record company. I don’t know if that pleases or annoys me. She’s cute, though, with long brown tendrils at shoulder-length, and hazel eyes glowing with warm intelligence.

The alcohol makes me a little tipsy; I can’t resist the want to tease her. I give her the can with a grin and proceed to take off my soaked shirt, as if it’s the most natural thing. Damp body heat and the sharp smell of sweat emanate as I lift my arms in the air, struggling to remove the wet fabric, groaning.

Once done, I drop it to the floor and cross my arms, making my well-trained muscles protrude, and scrutinize her reaction. Offering a little male sexiness has worked on most females before.

Flabbergasted is the best word to describe her face. I flash my teeth as her gaze runs over my torso. She can’t possibly be aware of her nostrils’ tiny movements, revealing her inhalation of my scent.

I let a moment pass, then ask, pointing at the can in her hands, “You gonna have that beer?”

“Oh.” She straightens with a deep breath, regains composure, looks at the brand logo on the can, and shakes her head. “No, I don’t drink alcohol at work.”

I like her voice. It’s soft, comforting, reminds me of my mother’s. But when she hands me my drink, the wolf in me wants to play. I cover her hand and tug while taking a step closer, pulling her toward me. She wears a discreet perfume, the scent of prairie flowers, I think. Her cheeks blush as she lifts her chin to meet my eyes, and her pupils grow feverish. She’s holding her breath. With my other hand, I grab her round, firm butt and press her stomach against mine.

All sounds around us vanish; the talking, the laughter. I focus on the girl in my arms. She’s not really my type, but knowing her infatuation, she’ll be an easy fuck. That’s all I need before getting on the bus. Tomorrow, it’ll be someone else.

I glance at the KISS patches on her chest. Gene Simmons once declared we’re all in this business for sex, and whoever says he does it for the music is lying. Besides, the girls beg to be screwed senseless by celebrities, so they can brag to their friends. Shawn in Bloodless slept with me! Squee!

Maybe she thinks I’m going to kiss her, but I’m not. Call me crazy, but there’s a little romantic in me saving that for a special girlfriend—if such a thing is in the cards for a guy like me. Instead, I move my hands to her denim jacket and start unbuttoning it from the top.

“You seem to need a little help with that,” I joke.

Damn, we’re so close, and her feminine heat makes my blood boil. I picture bringing her to a dark corner behind the stage curtain and having her hands on my cock. I suggestively push my hardness against her warm thighs.

She frowns and takes a step back.

No? What is it? My beer breath? I withdraw as well. Too fucking bad.

Eyes shimmering, she opens her mouth, but I turn and grab a new can. I mean, who the hell do you think you are to turn me down like that?

I gulp the whole drink, release a solid burp, and take what must be the fifth can before leaving.