Monday, September 3, 2018
Living Dead World Update
The wheels are in motion...first edited round of Daughter and Fate and Misfortune is back with the editor. And the cover artist is booked. After I get a better idea of timing (hopefully both edits and cover will be done by the end of September/beginning of October), I'll announce the official release date. I'll keep everyone posted!
Monday, May 28, 2018
New Release from Lea Bronsen!
Hi, and thank you for hosting me on your blog!
I got the idea for this story after watching a video of French “globe cooker” Fred Chesneau visiting nomads in the Moroccan desert. They generously shared their food, home, and wisdom with a stranger, and I thought it would be cool to write about a female rally driver having the same experience – but with more spice!
A Thorned Rose in the Sand is set in the beautiful, quiet dunes of western Sahara where the sun is so hot you can’t walk barefooted and you could go miles and miles without seeing a single soul. In this story, you’ll meet a badass 450cc rally motorcycle, an opiniated but gentle dromedary, and two highly strong-willed young persons from opposite sides of the planet who get off to a bad start then can’t keep their hands off each other 😊
When life in a big U.S. city becomes too much, Stevie Jones decides to live her wildest dream – compete against the tough guys in a motorcycle rally across Morocco. But the real excitement is found away from the race track, in the shifting sands of the desert.
After his studies in London, Ragab has returned to the nomadic lifestyle of his Bedouin family and the majestic silence of the Sahara. He dreams of the perfect wife, until a beautiful but feisty biker stuck in a sand dune turns his quiet world upside down.
“Eeeeee!”
Too hard to resist. Until now, Ragab had had a difficult time respecting her privacy, but surely, a scream called for attention. What kind of a gentleman would he be if he didn’t check on a woman in distress?
He spun and found her kneeling on her jacket, nude and wet, arms outstretched in shock. He bit down a laugh. Yes, the deep well water was cold, but one got used to it, and in the extreme heat of the desert, it was a blessing.
She turned, caught him staring, and even though he couldn’t see anything inappropriate, she hurried to cover her breasts and pubic area. “Look away!” she shouted, voice panicky.
The laugh bubbled inside him, but he obediently turned back to the motorcycle—then stood in such a way he could see her reflection in one of the side mirrors.
Oh, it was like watching a porn scene. Her long, red curls hung wild over her back and round, white butt cheeks. Every time she moved, a portion of her breasts appeared in the space between her ribs and arms. Such perfect feminine curves, all over. Imagine if he saw the front…
Blood rushed to his groin. Stiffening, bothered, he tore from the sight, walked over to the well, and leaned against its waist-high wall, hoping the hardness of the bricks and coolness from the water below would temper his arousal before it became a full-blown erection.
So silent…
He strained to hear.
Splashes. Muffled squeals. More splashes.
He turned slowly and stole a glance from the corner of his eye.
She washed her panties and black top in the bucket and leaned forward to spread them in the sun. Her position exposed the dark pink lips of her sex, from the tiny hole in her butt to the end of her slit, where her clitoris hid.
Ooh!
Shocked to his core, he turned back and groaned low, his cock hardening again.
He closed his eyes, drew long, slow breaths to calm the painful throbbing and counted minutes, trying to think of something else.
His dromedary, for example. It would be cool to show her how to ride it. What if he rode another one, and they both galloped on the dunes together, she laughing, ecstatic…
Then they’d roll in the sand, and he would tease her thighs apart and slide his hungry hardness into her dark pink lips, to the wet bottom of her. Oh, yes.
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 clothes. She stuffed everything on top of the fuel tanks, got up, lifted the dress to her knees, and started the motor.
Not once looking at him.
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.
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Excerpt
The girl screamed behind him.“Eeeeee!”
Too hard to resist. Until now, Ragab had had a difficult time respecting her privacy, but surely, a scream called for attention. What kind of a gentleman would he be if he didn’t check on a woman in distress?
He spun and found her kneeling on her jacket, nude and wet, arms outstretched in shock. He bit down a laugh. Yes, the deep well water was cold, but one got used to it, and in the extreme heat of the desert, it was a blessing.
She turned, caught him staring, and even though he couldn’t see anything inappropriate, she hurried to cover her breasts and pubic area. “Look away!” she shouted, voice panicky.
The laugh bubbled inside him, but he obediently turned back to the motorcycle—then stood in such a way he could see her reflection in one of the side mirrors.
Oh, it was like watching a porn scene. Her long, red curls hung wild over her back and round, white butt cheeks. Every time she moved, a portion of her breasts appeared in the space between her ribs and arms. Such perfect feminine curves, all over. Imagine if he saw the front…
Blood rushed to his groin. Stiffening, bothered, he tore from the sight, walked over to the well, and leaned against its waist-high wall, hoping the hardness of the bricks and coolness from the water below would temper his arousal before it became a full-blown erection.
So silent…
He strained to hear.
Splashes. Muffled squeals. More splashes.
He turned slowly and stole a glance from the corner of his eye.
She washed her panties and black top in the bucket and leaned forward to spread them in the sun. Her position exposed the dark pink lips of her sex, from the tiny hole in her butt to the end of her slit, where her clitoris hid.
Ooh!
Shocked to his core, he turned back and groaned low, his cock hardening again.
He closed his eyes, drew long, slow breaths to calm the painful throbbing and counted minutes, trying to think of something else.
His dromedary, for example. It would be cool to show her how to ride it. What if he rode another one, and they both galloped on the dunes together, she laughing, ecstatic…
Then they’d roll in the sand, and he would tease her thighs apart and slide his hungry hardness into her dark pink lips, to the wet bottom of her. Oh, yes.
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 clothes. She stuffed everything on top of the fuel tanks, got up, lifted the dress to her knees, and started the motor.
Not once looking at him.
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.
Meet Lea Bronsen on
Sunday, May 27, 2018
Living Dead World series re-release
I have a confession: I haven't decided if I'm keeping this blog or not. Honestly, it falls low on the list of priorities. That being said, what heck...maybe today I'll give it another go.
If you haven't been following any of my other social media channels, then it's entirely possible you didn't know I received the rights back for all of my books earlier this year. So guess what? They're mine again. And I've decided to self-publish them.
To me, that was a no-brainer. Querying agents or publishers on a series that's already been published seemed like a drain of my resources. They're most likely going to say 'no thank you' anyway, because let's face it--first rights, my book rights' virginity are gone. Smaller presses would probably be more open than the big guys, but I've already been down that road. While I'm eternally grateful for the opportunity they gave me, I think it's time to see if I can make it on my own.
Other than front the money for editors and covers, etc, there's very little a small press can do that I can't do myself. As an indie I have complete control over everything in the creative process. I found a fantastic cover artist. I also found an excellent editor for the book that had not yet been released. I do have a very limited budget, so I have to spend it where it counts most--in creating a professional product.
The first three books are back on the market. The next is in production. Stay tuned...
If you haven't been following any of my other social media channels, then it's entirely possible you didn't know I received the rights back for all of my books earlier this year. So guess what? They're mine again. And I've decided to self-publish them.
To me, that was a no-brainer. Querying agents or publishers on a series that's already been published seemed like a drain of my resources. They're most likely going to say 'no thank you' anyway, because let's face it--first rights, my book rights' virginity are gone. Smaller presses would probably be more open than the big guys, but I've already been down that road. While I'm eternally grateful for the opportunity they gave me, I think it's time to see if I can make it on my own.
Other than front the money for editors and covers, etc, there's very little a small press can do that I can't do myself. As an indie I have complete control over everything in the creative process. I found a fantastic cover artist. I also found an excellent editor for the book that had not yet been released. I do have a very limited budget, so I have to spend it where it counts most--in creating a professional product.
The first three books are back on the market. The next is in production. Stay tuned...
Friday, March 31, 2017
New Release from Lea Bronsen--check it out!!!
Hi, and thank you for hosting my new dark romantic suspense!
Fiery 10-16 is a scorching firefighter story of desire, abuse, and bravery.
Runo Wiggins is a scarred man, the wounds etched into his psyche deeper than those on his skin. But he loves his job: fighting fires helps reenact his survival of a house fire as a teen, one that killed his mother and brutal stepfather. 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 testosterone 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.
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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, November 17, 2016
Living Dead World Book 3 Update
Hey all!
I was finally able to type 'the end' on Daughter of Fate and Misfortune. This book continues Jen and Jack's story, in alternating POV's, and picks up a few months after the story Reaper Madness ended. It is currently in the hands of my publisher, awaiting its fate. (Whew...what a relief!) Now I wait to see if they want it.
This story was truly a struggle for me. I felt a lot more self-doubt and uncertainty with this one than the last book, which is probably why it took me so long to finish, Part of that was the direction the story has begun to take, and my own indecision about certain aspects. Part of that was pressure on myself to get it right. In the end, I feel good about the story as a whole and hope that other readers will feel the same.
I will post updates on the status once they're available.
I was finally able to type 'the end' on Daughter of Fate and Misfortune. This book continues Jen and Jack's story, in alternating POV's, and picks up a few months after the story Reaper Madness ended. It is currently in the hands of my publisher, awaiting its fate. (Whew...what a relief!) Now I wait to see if they want it.
This story was truly a struggle for me. I felt a lot more self-doubt and uncertainty with this one than the last book, which is probably why it took me so long to finish, Part of that was the direction the story has begun to take, and my own indecision about certain aspects. Part of that was pressure on myself to get it right. In the end, I feel good about the story as a whole and hope that other readers will feel the same.
I will post updates on the status once they're available.
Friday, September 23, 2016
The Hotter the Love by Lea Bronsen
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?
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.
Book trailer
Book links
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/ Kobo / All Romance eBooks / Goodreads / Pinterest
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:
Sunday, July 3, 2016
Welcome Lea Bronsen and her first audio book release!
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.
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.
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
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
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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
Audio: Insatiable Press / Amazon EBook: Amazon.com / Amazon.uk / Barnes & Noble / Kobo Preview the book on Amazon Add the book to Goodreads See pictures on PinterestABOUT 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. 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
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