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Thursday, October 26, 2017
The Audition & Torn Avenger #NewRelease by @LeaBronsen #BookTour #erotic #darkromance
Monday, October 2, 2017
Spotlight: @LeaBronsen w/ Torn Avenger - A Dark Viking Romance and The Audition #newrelease
Hi, and thank you for hosting me on your blog!
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!
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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Excerpt
After a moment, Alv looked up again and almost gasped from the erotic vision in front of him. While shaving Roeland, he’d only seen his wet, hairy chest and stomach, but the handsome man moved to a kneeling position in the basin and washed his lower body. His stunning maleness made Alv hot and bothered. They had discussed, argued, shared personal details, and apologized to each other, but now, the seriousness of their conversation faded. The sight of Roeland’s cock bathing in white foam between his legs had Alv’s own cock jolt and press painfully against his pants. Oh, Roeland attracted him on several levels—mental, emotional, and physical—and Alv longed to discover and develop more of everything with him. Hedin was an exciting lover, but nothing like what Roeland had the potential to be. Speaking of Hedin, it’d been a surprise to see him again this morning, right after Elke left. He’d arrived in a terrible mood and refused to excuse his disappearance act. It was outrageous of a slave to come and go like that, but Alv had too much on his mind to think of punishing him. For one, he worried about Roeland’s future. He’d inherited part of Father’s wealth, but not his title. After returning to Eðni, he’d claimed to be the only one who could decide of what to do with his brother’s murderer, but it wasn’t true. He had no standing, no support from his fellow citizens. They could choose to kill Roeland if they wanted to—all it took was a word from Mother. It made her idea to have Alv marry Elke and adopt the community’s natural heir that much more important to push through. “There’s something we need to talk about,” he said, hoping Roeland wouldn’t oppose to the plan. “What?” “Normally, I would ask you, but since you’re not in a position to make decisions, I’m just going to tell you.” “About what?” Roeland frowned. “I’m marrying your sister.” Roeland stood so fast in the basin, water splashed to all sides. He stepped out and leaned into Alv’s face. “Don’t you dare to touch her!” “But I’m not…” “Hasn’t she suffered enough?” Roeland bellowed, his dark eyes slit with anger. By Thor, he was insanely sexy, standing naked and wet, so near Alv could feel his damp bodily heat, water drippling from his hair and rolling alongside his tanned, chiseled cheeks. Alv couldn’t help hardening more, and needed to focus on the words that came out of Roeland’s luscious mouth to be able to answer. “She has already accepted.”
About the author
Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and dark erotic romance.
For more information about Lea Bronsen
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Coming Oct. 20
A dark erotic crime ménage by Lea Bronsen
If you like your men dangerous and dirty…
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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Saturday, April 15, 2017
FIERY 10-16 ~ Happy #NewRelease to @LeaBronsen
Fiery 10-16
A Smokey Glen Novel
Lea Bronsen
Dawn Caravello is married to a psychotic drunk. She can take his beatings as long as he doesn't touch their children, and she'll do anything to put food on the table, even if it means stealing from the town hero.
When Runo meets the fiery Dawn, sparks fly. But he suspects she is victim of the same abuse as his mother was.
As day turns to night, the past and the present blend in an exhausting, nerve-wrecking chase to prevent another death.
Excerpt:
Dawn's eyes shimmered with a mix of stubborn pride and extreme sadness. They seemed to be made of molten brown stone. Runo had never seen eyes like these. So vibrant, saying so many things. They revealed her life, her endurance, her dreams, her combats, her despair. And she was still so young. While he stared, she leaned forward and kissed him, an act a whole lot more intimate than he was comfortable with. A short, hard peck, a statement. Not the tender gesture a kiss was supposed to be, but one telling him her gratitude as well as her dignity. She thanked him, but was going to go back to her life and continue fighting. He stood shocked, his entire body rigid, didn’t know what to do. She, such a small woman thing a whole head shorter, shook him, a giant of muscle and stupid testosterones inside a hard shell. He would definitely take care of Dawn and her kids. Any way possible. Alert the authorities and make sure they got the protection they desperately needed. She stepped backward, her features softening, and turned on her heel. Not so fast. He cleared his throat and called, lifting a weak hand. “Hey, wait!” His heart hammered in his chest, blood pulsed in his ears. She turned. “What?” “Promise to be good. Promise it’s the last time you do it.” “Do what?” Her eyes gleamed with humor. “Kiss you?” In the midst of this emotional turmoil, she found the strength to tease. “Steal.” And lie. She pursed her lips, looking like a disappointed little girl. Maybe she still was a child inside. A child taking care of children. A child beaten savagely. He swallowed. “Promise.” After several long seconds, she nodded. But her gaze told a different truth. Liar.Links:
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About Lea Bronsen:
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, romantic suspense, and erotic dark/contemporary romance.
I love to hear from my readers! Write to leabronsen@yahoo.com or meet me on:
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Spotlight: The Hotter The Love (Hot Model Mine) by Lea Bronsen @evernightpublishing @LeaBronsen #newrelease
After sexy cover model Yushka proposed, life is more turbulent than ever for erotic romance author Andrea. He is expecting a baby with his ex-girlfriend, who says she doesn’t want to keep it. How will Andrea's sons take upcoming life changes? To make things more complicated, her ex goes to great lengths to coax her back, and one of her sons' girlfriend is a tad too interested in Andrea's young and very handsome fiancé...
On the writing front, Andrea anxiously awaits news on her latest manuscript submission, and she has to decide whether to accept her publisher's offer to model in a sexy photo shoot—the same kind she and Yushka did in Cannes—in the hopes of making a new "Cover Photo of the Year". Considering the erotic poses the previous photographer demanded, can Andrea model with another guy other than Yushka?
Excerpt
We enter a hall so big the tiniest sound echoes. It’s quite humbling. I shrink in my clothes and barely dare to breathe. Dark wood furniture towers over us, with a mix of contradictory smells—orchid-scented sanitizer and old dust—filling the space.
Shoes clamping on a hardwood floor, we follow the tall, silver-haired man into a living room with exquisite furniture, gold-framed mirrors, and classic paintings on the walls. Heavy velvet curtains adorn the windows, and an impressive floor-to-ceiling library on one side has to contain literary curiosities from every part of the world. Marveling, I study each magnificent object.
The man stops and glares across the room, his facial expression clearly one of annoyance. What an oppressive atmosphere.
Yushka stands beside him and stares in the same direction.
I follow their gaze. A young and strikingly beautiful woman is half-seated on a green velvet couch with her legs folded underneath her. Dark doe eyes and pink lips stand out in a pale, oval face. A waterfall of rich, glowing auburn-colored hair contrasts with her white dress. She looks cast in a scene from the Russian classic Doctor Zhivago. Beneath full breasts, a pregnant belly protrudes, far too round and big for her frail frame. Jekaterina?
My chest tightens. The more I look at her, the more her beauty takes my breath away. She’s the woman Yushka was in love with last year. The one he slept with and impregnated.
Her gaze is riveted on him, the recognition and warmth fiery.
I shoot him a glance. His features are tight, as if he’s trying to hide his reaction, but he doesn’t take his gaze off her. This is exactly what I feared. They’ve had feelings for each other. Maybe meeting now will revive them. He has fallen for her once, so why would he not fall for her again?
I feel bad, nauseous, want to get out of here. But she’s carrying the baby girl I’m going to call mine very soon. I need to overcome my unease. Hopefully, once the formalities are done, this is the only time we’ll have to meet.
She tells him a few words in Russian, her voice the cooing of a turtledove.
Yushka replies calmly, but his throat sounds choked. He grabs my hand, palm sweaty, and leads me to a sofa opposite hers. His discomfort is more than clear in his features. He tears his gaze from her and searches me, his expression vibrating with an intensity I seldom see. It hits me—he’s afraid.
I squeeze his hand. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” he replies instantly, but his tension is palpable.
My chest tightens to a painful level. What is he so nervous about? From his interaction with Jekaterina, this has nothing to do with the baby. It’s about them, their relationship, and me. Is he afraid he’ll have to choose between us?
Goodness, I’m delirious. I sit very still, take small, shallow breaths, and pray for everything to be all right. Then bolt out of this house after the arrangements are resolved.
Jekaterina addresses me, her dark pupils glimmering. “You’re very beautiful. Are you a model, too?”
I’m as taken aback by her speaking a fluent English as I am by her compliment, and need a few seconds to shake myself. “Um, no, I’m not.”
She raises a brow. “That’s funny. I would’ve sworn you were a model. So how did you two meet?”
“At an author conference.”
Yushka clears his throat. “Andrea writes books, and I’m featured on the cover of her last one.”
“Oh, how exciting.” Her lips curve upward. I can’t decide whether it’s a genuine smile or she’s faking it.
“Yes,” he continues. “That’s why we … uh … were bound to meet. They had organized a Meet-and-Greet for authors and cover models of their books.” Why does he sound like he’s trying to make an excuse?
She flutters her long lashes at me. “What kind of books do you write?”
Before I can answer, her father walks over to a cabinet and picks up a bunch of papers. “All right, enough chit-chat.” His voice booms like thunder.
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About the other books in the series
The Perfect Shoot (book #1) 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… Get The Perfect Shoot at http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-perfect-shoot-by-lea-bronsen/
Mine to Love (book #2) 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? Get Mine to Love at http://www.evernightpublishing.com/mine-to-love-by-lea-bronsen/
About the author
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 dark/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
Thursday, July 14, 2016
Surprising Myself by @LeaBronsen #erotica #trailer
Thank you
for hosting my first audio release, the erotica anthology SURPRISING MYSELF!
What is your secret
fantasy? That one thing you dream of doing but have never had the chance to
fulfill in real life… Thirteen writers present sexy, steamy stories of women
getting the chance to live out their personal fantasies. What’s yours? Whether
it’s several lovers at the same time for a pulse-pounding ménage scene or the
allure of getting caught in public, these stories will set your mind ablaze.
From voyeurism in a sex club to swinging, cuckolding to cosplay, SURPRISING
MYSELF brings you stories from thirteen hot new writers to watch out for and
just might make you think about fulfilling your own wildest fantasy.
ABOUT LEA BRONSEN'S STORY "COME ABOARD"
Lorna, a young American reporter, travels to a port town in France to
cover a yacht race. She hopes she’ll be able to experience her wildest fantasy
on the beach – sex in public. Due to getting on the wrong train, she has an
argument with the controller, who she finds both immensely sexy and annoyingly
arrogant.
When he brings her to the engine, pretending to restrain her but instead
getting intimate with her, she sees the opportunity to live out her fantasy…
TRAILER
EXCERPT
If lucky, I might even meet a handsome Frenchman with whom to spend
Saturday night. I’m single, have been for the past few months, and at
twenty-three, the lack of sex for such a long time is driving me half-nuts. An
interlude with a local hotness on one of the warm beaches of Sables sounds like
an irresistible idea. Yes, a beach, or any other public place. The eBook I’m
reading features a heroine getting the fuck of her life in an open park at
night against a tree in full view of passersby. I want that kind of excitement,
too. The three boyfriends I’ve had in the past few years were good in bed but
not daring enough. I yearn for someone to do something crazy and a little
forbidden with me, in public visibility. Surely, that hint of dangerousness,
the possibility of being caught by the authorities, should increase the sexual
experience—and our orgasms—tenfold.
For now, I’ll have to do with checking out the cute Maghrebian
controller while waiting for him to examine my ticket. Row after row, he walks
the narrow aisle toward me, distributing polite smiles to the passengers and
answering questions. Tall and broad-shouldered, he has the looks and build of a
soccer player. A black tribal tattoo appears below the short sleeve of his
purple shirt and travels down his sun-kissed, muscular forearm. Beneath his
gray cap, he sports a short buzz cut, and two or three days’ worth of black
beard stubble covers his cheeks and chin, just enough to make him…oh, God,
immensely sexy. With full lips, a strong nose, and black olive-shaped eyes, he’s
a gem of North Africa, an exotic, roughly polished jewel. He would definitely
fit in my fuck-on-the-beach fantasy.
BOOK LINKS
ABOUT LEA BRONSEN
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.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
It's All About the Book: High Risk Fever by Lea Bronsen w/a #giveaway
It’s All
About the Book…
* Please tell us about your current release.
Title: High-Risk
Fever
Blurb: Two young and indecently handsome
bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays.
Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed &
breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband,
Brian. A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new
liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy
lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four
find a balance and resume their normal lives?
*What is this book’s genre? Is this the genre you usually write in? Are there any genre’s you haven’t written
that you’d like to try?
High-Risk
Fever is an erotic gay/GLBT multi-partner/ménage romance. I write both erotic
contemporary romance and erotica on one side, and suspense romance, crime
drama, and psychological thriller on the other. Funnily enough, Regency-historical
romance is becoming popular again, and since I’ve always been a
cowboys-and-Indians kinda girl, I could definitely consider writing a story
from the Civil War era, for example.
* What inspired you to write this book?
I started it in response to an erotica anthology call in the
spring of 2013. The inspiration itself was a mega sexy photo of British dancer
Aaron Sillis sitting on a bicycle. It was begging for a story to be told, and I
was more than happy to oblige! Ha ha
* How did you pick its title? Did it come first or did you have to write the story first?
The title
came to me while I was writing the first chapter. I knew then that the location
was in the HIGH mountains, the interaction between some of the characters would
become very RISKY, and one them was going to be sick with a FEVER (thus hot and
sweaty, lol) so I made this little wordplay for the title.
* How did you create your characters? Did you use any real life people in their
making?
The two
main characters, Anne and the Italian bicyclist Micaela (or Mica as she likes
to call him) came to life naturally, but the full depths and widths of their
personalities weren’t clear to me until the end of the book. The two other
characters, Anne’s husband and Mica’s boyfriend, were fleshed out little by
little, too. I didn’t use any real life people in their making – but the bed
& breakfast is a real place I have visited and loved, so every locale
detail in the book is accurate J
* Who is your favorite character of this book
and why?
My
favorite character is Mica because I’ve given him all the qualities I like in a
man. He’s gorgeous, self-confident, mischievous, hot-blooded, and athletic –
and he has a high sex drive. Writing the story from Anne’s POV meant I got to
drool on him, too! *grins*
* What is your favorite part of this book? Can you share an excerpt from that part?
I think
the part I like the best is the one where Mica begins to show his feelings for
Anne. I may write dripping erotica, but I’m a real softie inside! Here’s an
excerpt:
The mattress moved. Mica’s warm body snuggled
against hers, molding to her back.
She froze, stopped breathing.
“Why you crying?” His warm breath brushed her
neck. A hand sneaked between her arm and chest, wound around her stomach, and
pressed them closer together. Long fingers moved to her lower
stomach, spreading on the shirt.
A rush of lust charged through her like a
bolt of lightning, merciless, searing, and all-consuming. She stiffened and
held back a whimper. At the same time, his hoarse voice sent strange shivers
down her spine, making her ache for something else. Warmth, perhaps. Comfort,
reassurance.
He asked why she was crying? Was he to be
considered a friend, someone in whom she could confide?
She wanted to turn around and touch him,
smell his scent, taste his skin, dive into him as if he were liquid, and become
one.
Sizzling with need, stiff and numbed by
excitement, she rolled onto her back, eyes wide but barely noting details in
the dimly lit bedroom’s ceiling. His hand slid to the other side of her waist,
leaving his forearm to rest heavily on her tummy. She couldn’t help arching up
as her pussy muscles contracted with desire. His warm, regular breaths brushed
her ear, their calmness urging her on.
Again, she rolled, as if programmed to, until
their knees and chests collided and her hand found his shoulder, nails digging
into the woolly fabric of his pullover. Light from the hall behind him caressed
the silhouette of his temple and cheeks, but rendered the rest of his face
invisible in the shadow. Only his eyes glimmered from the low light that
sneaked into the room. Soft breaths from his nostrils mingled with her own
erratic, needy breathing.
While his arm slid farther around her waist,
fingers pressing the small of her back—bringing them even closer, if that were
possible—she brought her nose to his and sought his lips. It seemed the most
natural and obvious thing, something they’d postponed for days.
He moved back with a faint chuckle. “No,
don’t. I’m contagious.”
Oh,
merde. Her cheeks heated. In a
moment of extreme fatigue and frustration, she had interpreted his closeness as
invitation. But he was ill, so ill they’d driven for help in the middle of the
night, and the doctor deemed it necessary to give him medicine. How had she
forgotten?
She was so tired and confused. Searing
humiliation mixed with exhaustion. She bit her lip and closed her eyes while
burning tears pressed behind her lids. She removed her hand and let it slide
down between their stomachs, resting her palm on the mattress, creating
distance.
His hand left her waist, and in the next
moment, moved up to her face. Gentle fingers caressed her cheeks and forehead,
brushing her trembling lips, wiping her wet eyes with unexpected tenderness.
“Shhh.”
Filling with warmth, she turned to bury her
face in the soft pillow and swallowed a painful gasp. Her tears soaked the fabric.
The sheets smelled of apple, like those of her bed at home. Brian’s image
appeared in her mind, but she ignored it.
Mica moved up on the mattress until his chin
rested on top of her head, beard stubble grazing her scalp, and snuck his hand
to her back, pressing her chest closer to his stomach. “Sleep, bella. I’m here in the morning, too,
you know.”
* What was the hardest part of this book to
write? Can you share an excerpt from that part?
The
most difficult part was writing the last ménage scene, which spanned over three
chapters. The choreography – keeping track of four different person’s simultaneous
actions, reactions, interactions, feelings, and dialogues – was simply crazy!
Here’s an excerpt:
Todd directed his thick, smooth length to
Anne’s folds then stopped. A frown grew on his forehead, and he masturbated a
little. “I’ve never done this with a girl. It’s so strange.”
“It’s okay. Let me do it.”
She was about to grab his cock when Mica
appeared out of nowhere and snuck a hand between her thighs. What was he up to?
Oh, he started a centrifuging program, the
devil. The machine vibrated under her ass, with a speedy, rumbling noise
echoing in the tiny bathroom.
Todd raised his brows. “What are you doing
that for?”
“Wait and see.” Mica grinned.
She gasped as the vibrations from the hard
plastic ran through her body, shaking and tickling every sensitive bit, pussy,
nipples, tongue. Clutching the side of the washer for balance didn’t help much,
because her hands and arms trembled. She had no control. A new rush of
unmistakable heat built in the deepest part of her, sending waves through her
stomach. One stronger than the others made her mew and arch her back. Was she
going to come before he even penetrated her?
“Oh, I get it.” Todd placed himself between
her legs again, the tip of his hard rod poking between her lips. She was so
wide open, it would take one push for him to slide into her wet heat.
“Wait.” Mica put a hand on her ribs and
pressed her down on her back. At the same time, he shoulder-bumped Todd away
from her.
Now the vibrations made every single bone in
her spine shake against the hard surface. She put her feet up on the washer,
facilitating the access to her needy entrance. More juices leaked, like a
sizzling rain of hot lust. The combination of alcohol in her veins and
witnessing the atrociously erotic gay sex had her at the brink of orgasm. She
closed her eyes and prayed to be filled now.
“Mica, what the fuck?” Todd’s breathing came
in quick pulses through gritted teeth. “What the hell’s on your mind?”
Mica laughed. “I said wait. First, you have to learn how to treat a woman.”
“No. I need to come so fucking bad. Look, I’m
dripping.”
She opened her eyes. Indeed, semen leaked
from the thick, reddish mushroom head in Todd’s fist. Oh, her pussy muscles
clenched again. And again.
Ignoring him, Mica gazed at Brian, who stood
on the other side of her. “Is okay I taste your wife?”
“Yeah.” Brian was red-faced, his chest hair
wet from the shower. He held the bottle of cognac in one hand and his giant
erection in the other.
Anne’s head spun, as if she were hanging from
a carousel gone mad while her body trembled from the turbine underneath.
Todd groaned. “I swear I can’t wait.” With a
grimace of pain, he stroked his cock.
Mica knelt between her spread legs, lapped
the tender flesh between her lips, and slid his tongue inside her.
* Did you have any special rhythm or quirks
while writing this?
No, I
never do. I write whenever I have time, or when an idea comes to me and I
hastily note it down to develop it later.
* Is this a stand-alone book or is it part of a
series? If so, we want to hear about it
and what’s next in the series. If not a
series, what comes next to be released?
This
story, contrarily to others I have written, is a stand-alone. Of course, I do
have a few ideas about what happens next, but as of today, there isn’t enough
material to write a sequel. The next story to (hopefully) be released during
spring 2015 is book two of the erotic interracial romance series Hot Model
Mine. I’m also nose deep in a longer and
more complex project, the psychological thriller Carnivora that deals with
child trafficking.
******
High-Risk
Fever
Lea
Bronsen
Decadent Publishing, @57k words
Contemporary,
Erotic Romance, Menage/multiple partners, GLBT/gay
Two young and indecently
handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer
holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed
& breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and
her husband, Brian.
A power outage plunges the foursome into
darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be
unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned.
But once the
storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?
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LINKS: Decadent | Amazon.com | Amazon.uk | Kobo
*****
ABOUT LEA
BRONSEN:
Lea has always had a vivid imagination and
written since an early age. Now juggling life as a mother, full-time
worker, and thriving author, she struggles to find any reading time - but when
she opens a book, she wants it fast, hot, and edgy! Striving to give her
own stories the same intensity, she currently divides her writing time between
psychological thriller, erotic contemporary romance, and dripping
erotica. She loves to interact
with her readers, so send a mail to leabronsen@yahoo.com or come visit her
on Website
| Facebook profile | Facebook page | Twitter
| Goodreads | Amazon
| Smashwords
*****
Giveaway
3 ebook copies & $10 Amazon GC
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