Leah-day-Saturday. A chance to catch up with Leah Bronsen and her latest great story, Shade Addiction

Hi all, 

I think this is just the thing to give your spirits a lift.

The lovely, and talented Leah Bronsen has a new book out... 

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

What he doesn’t anticipate is that this broken night angel is also a sexy little minx needing a lot more…and not just the gentle kind.

**This is an expanded edition of the story previously featured in the anthology Passion, Pleasure, Pain in 2019**

#Dark #Erotic #Romance

Available from

Amazon.com / Amazon.uk / Barnes & Noble / Kobo / iBooks / Smashwords

Universal buy link

Put the book on your to-read shelf on Goodreads

 

 

Excerpt

She gives me a long, languorous look. I think I know what it means: She’s interested by my wild side. Dark attracts dark. She believes she’s found the same kind of fallen angel as she is, a soul mate.

Wrong, kiddo. What you need is someone good, not broken like me.

She reaches over the table to pat my chest. “So hard. Jesus. You definitely work out.”

Her touch sends electric sparks to my groin. My cock pulses. I push her hand away. “Don’t do that.”

“Why?”

“It’s inappropriate.”

“Why?”

I sigh. “I’m thirty-two, you’re what?”

“Nineteen.”

“Nineteen, that’s very young. I could easily be accused of taking advantage of you. Did you see how the waitress treated me?”

She crosses her arms underneath her boobs. “But I’m an adult, and I have boyfriends.”

“You have boyfriends.”

“Yeah.”

“Like, many?”

“Yeah.” She holds my gaze.

I don’t know why I had to make a deal of that.

She continues, “So, it’s not like I’d let anybody touch me if I didn’t want them to.”

“Well, I don’t want you to touch me. Let’s go.”

About the author

Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After a deep dive on the unforgiving world of gangsters with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between romantic suspenses, dark erotic romances, and crime thrillers.

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Happy reading,

Love Raven xx

#MidWeekTease with a hot bod explaining his actions

Hi all, welcome to this week's #MidWeekTease.

Where to be honest, I'm stymied. What can I share to catch your interest?

I've hardly had time to open the lap top lately, let alone write very much as Raven.

However, this is simmering... I hope it comes to the boil, but who knows?

(Set in Hong Kong)

(Source, Pinterest)

She eyed up and purchased some sliced melon, paid for it and took a step back straight into a wall.

 Instead of staying sturdy and upright, this wall moved. It swayed, swore and something that had no right to act so forward, drilled into her denim-clad rear.

Er you what? Bec cranked her head round, followed it quickly with the rest of her body and looked up into impossibly midnight blue eyes of the guy from the fish stall. The one with the fine ass, and black over the shoulders curly hair, plus she now notice, a face half covered with non-designer stubble and a tan that definitely didn’t come out of a bottle.

Nor did the muscles or the top of a tattoo that showed under the short sleeve of his black t-shirt. A swift, hopefully unnoticed glance downward showed an impressive bulge under worn white at the seams, moulded to his body, jeans.

 Oh god. All her wet dreams in one hot bundle.

He winked again. Bec felt hot all over. Did that mean he had noticed her teensy downward look? She tried for a blank expression and was damned sure she failed miserably.

He grinned. “I, and my body say hello. Nic Starke at your service.” He chuckled. “Or is all of that a bit too much information? Sorry for the block you moving backwards stance. It was that or fall over a wee bloke with a mobile donut stall that seemed ready to spill hot fat on ever step he bumped it down. I judged a kick to the balls from you when you thought I was copping a feel was better than a burned ass or worse. The guy was jogging all over the place. I couldn’t help my instantaneous reaction. Sorry.”

 He noticed. Where was a hole to hide in when you needed it? Bec swallowed and tried a smile. “Sorry? Really?” Why on earth was her voice husky? She wasn’t trying for a sexy note, just doing her best to get enough saliva to speak.

He shrugged and grinned. “Nah, okay, sorry, not sorry. Miss?” He let the question hand in the air.

 Should she or shouldn’t she? She had her ‘rape’ alarm in her bag. They were in the middle of a busy street, blocking it even. Why not go for it?

 He tapped her arm and smiled. A bloody sexy, play your cards right, and you can have me smile. The sort that if you could bottle it you’d make a fortune from. The one that made every hormone in your body jump up and fight to be noticed.

“Whilst your deciding whether I’m harmless, I think maybe we need to go somewhere we can breath without rubbing up against each other. For me it’s a pleasure as we are, but I don’t want you to feel harassed, you understand.”

 She blinked and spluttered. Thank goodness she hadn’t been drinking when he said that. “Is your middle name, chancer?”

 He laughed. “Should it be?”

Catch the other #MidWeekTease posts here

Happy reading,

love Raven xx

#SexySnippets where our heroine tells her good-for-nothing brother what she really thinks

Hi all, 
The Wager,  a good old fashioned (but, I hope very intriguing) Regency is on offer at 99c at the moment, from Evernight Publishing. Therefore my #SexySnippets just has to come from it, doesn't it?

Catherine's brother has lost a wager....
What did he wager?
Her.
To the one man she wants to ignore and avoid.
The one man she once loved.
Brooke Fredericks

(She's just thrown a book at her brother and hit him on the jaw. He is not in the slightest repentant for his actions.)

"Be thankful it is not your neck. I doubt it is broken; you are too brass-faced for that. How dare you tell me not to go on, when you have told me you have, to all intents and purposes sold me? Sold me to a man who has every reason to hate me. I can only assume this is some stupid jape of yours, hatched up to try and show me the so-called folly of my ways? Single at five and twenty," she said in a voice alien to her own and continued, "you'll be an old maid. Listen well dear brother, I care not if I am an old maid, I will survive. Better than I ever would with an uncaring husband." 

The Wager, 

if you want to read more, 

it's on that special deal...

here

The other #SexySnippers can be found

here

Happy reading,

love Raven xx

#MidWeekTease A rake, a courtesan, and a rollicking romance...maybe?

Welcome to #MidWeekTease. Where this week, I'm taking you back around two hundred years.

To 1818 London, where things are a bit different than they are today...

Where the Earl needs to find a way to thwart his mother's machinations...

And the courtesan needs to foil the ambitions of a wood-be husband. 

How can they do it?

The blurb...

The method...maybe...

(Maria has suggested to her friend Jamie, he could help himself and one of her friends to stave off unwanted admirers, and interference)

“I can’t agree to anything without more information.” He had a nasty suspicion this suggestion involved both one of her clients and a crazy idea.

“Not even if it will help you?” Maria asked him with a quizzical expression. “That’s a poor showing.”

“Ah but, Ria, there’s the rub. How do I know it will without the full facts?” he asked. He had to hope she understood how serious he was It was not a subject to laugh about. “All you have imparted is that someone you know needs to get rid of an admirer and if someone else, name unspecified but of the aristocracy, showed an interest in her it might work.”

Maria bit her lip, a sign she secretly agreed with him. Jamie folded his arms and leaned against the window ledge. He knew better than to push her—it was best to let her cogitate over his words.

“I do not want to tell you who this person is if you think it unlikely you’ll be interested,” she said at last. “It would be betraying a confidence.”

Good lord, they could go round the houses forever like this. “Theoretically?” Jamie said He chose his words with care. “I am interested. But, Ria, think about it carefully. If she’s an antidote, no one will believe I have any interest in her.” His escorting—or bedding—of beauties was well documented.

Maria shook her head and tiny tendrils of conker-colored hair slid over her shoulders. “Nothing like that, I promise you. She isn’t of your class and I’m not saying you need to look as if you’re about to marry her... Just be besotted. Set her up as your next mistress or something.” She blinked in quick succession and looked aghast. “Oh lord, you aren’t still involved with Lady Smithers, are you? That would blow it.”

“Lady Smithers and I are no longer involved,” Jamie said. To his dismay he sounded wooden and stilted; annoyed she’d put her finger on the one thing that irritated him. “It was a momentary aberration.” And one he rued. “I, as you so elegantly put it on one occasion, do not have my pudding in anyone’s honey pot. Plus, I’ve never been besotted in my life,” Jamie added with perfect truth. “No one will believe it for a second. Nor will they accept I’m chasing a woman not of my class. I’ve never needed to chase anyone and I have no intention of starting now.”

“Goodness, so inflexible.” Maria pointed her finger at him. “You, my lord, have been spoiled.”

“You think so? With my mama?” he asked in a way most people on the receiving would wince, and stammer apologies. “Hardly.”

“Ah, you have a point,” Maria said. “However, all the more reason this will work. The lady in question will appear to want you as much as you want her. I hope.”

All of a sudden Jamie began to enjoy himself. “Oh there will be no appearing to do so. Come on, Ria, do you want to wager I can’t make her want me?” He raised one eyebrow in query. “Really?”

“You will not dally with her, Jamie Weston, do you hear me?” Maria snapped as she stood and poked him in the stomach. It was no more than a tickle, but the look on her face showed he’d riled her. “This will be staged to perfection, no more.”

“Then you best tell me who you think people would accept I am enamoured both with— and without any dalliance.”

“Will you do it?”

He tilted his head to one side and Maria scowled. “Oh all right, but if you say no this goes no further.”

The Earl and the Courtesan is available for early download

 here

To preorder as an ebook on Amazon uk 

here

elsewhere on Amazon .com 

here

or the paperback from Totally Bound 

here

And of course, all the other fantastic #MidWeekTease posts can be found 

here

Happy Reading,

love Raven x