a look at ‘A Thorned Rose in the Sand’ by Lea Bronsen #Contemporary #erotic #romance @LeaBronsen @evernightpub

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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.

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 🙂

 

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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.

 

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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

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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a look at J.R. Gray & ‘King Consort’ @theoriginalgray @booksbygray #Gay #EroticRomance

Today we have author J.R. Gray visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it’s half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.

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A look into…

~ Blurb ~

* Avoiding sleeping with women was my specialty, an art form even. As the future King of England I couldn’t be caught sleeping with men. My whole life played out in front of the paparazzi, and they didn’t miss a thing.
* I had a carefully crafted womanizing persona to maintain. My life came with rules, all of which I broke when I couldn’t resist a one night stand with the enemy: A beautiful paparazzo with a heart of gold. He may be the only person who doesn’t want me for my title, and he can never be anything more than my secret.
* But secrets have a way of coming out and not only will they scare him away, but they’ll lose me the crown.

~ Excerpt ~

* He sat back keeping the camera in his lap. “How much liberty are you giving me?”
* I mirrored him and looked him over, taking my time with my answer. “Why are you asking.”
* Lust crossed through his gaze. “Take off the shirt.”
* I obliged him, slowly working my fingers down the buttons. I slid it off and set it aside. He looked me over, hungry. My cock stirred at the look. I’d never felt so desired by another person. He slid forward on the seat and brought the camera back to his face. I stayed as I was until he told me to move.
* “Sit on the edge of the table,” he said breathless.
* I was glad this was getting to him as much as it was me. It was entirely foreign to give someone such a thing over me. To allow someone to take these photos. It was daring and exhilarating. I’d have to be careful or I’d get addicted to the acting out like some bored teenager.
* I sat on the edge to the table closest to the fire and he moved back to take a few shots. I looked up when he hadn’t said anything in a few moments to find him just watching me. The fire illuminated his scar, and I wanted to kiss the length of it, from his brow to his lips. I licked my lip and my chest rose as I inhaled fully, trying to calm myself. He snapped another photo.
* “What do you see?” I asked unable to stand wondering a moment longer. I wanted to know how he saw me.
* “I see hunger,” he said as he came closer. “The way you look at me.” The camera hung at his side as he stalked closer.
* I wanted to reach out for him. To shove him into the chair he’d occupied and climb on top of him, but I refrained because more than wanting him, I wanted to see what he did.
* “Take your pants off.”
* I raised a brow but didn’t say more.

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a look at Beth D. Carter & ‘Lawless Hearts’ @BethDCarter @evernightpub #Romance #Suspense #Menage

Today we have author Beth D. Carter visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate high-rollers. I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.

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A look into…

~ Lawless Hearts Q & A ~

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
* This story was first written back in 2009 and published through another house. However, I had always been a little dissatisfied not only with the way the story got away from me, but with the cover. Eight years later, with a lot of experience under my belt, I asked for the rights back to redo the story closer to the vision I had in my head way back then. I think historical ménages are interesting because living polyamorously could be classified as taboo and scandalous back then.
Q) Is this book part of a series? If so, can you tell us about it?
* No, this is a stand-alone. But I am interested in exploring the historic ménages more, so maybe in the future I will write more.
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
* I had originally put a tornado siren in this book, but had to take it out after doing a little research. Church bells were originally used until the siren was invented, but the National Weather Bureau decided to ban sirens in 1887, even going so far as to ban the word “tornado”, saying it would cause more panic and chaos than it would help. It wasn’t until 1948, when a tornado ripped through Tinker Air Force Base in Oklahoma, killing many people and causing millions in damages, that the decision was reversed. However, it wasn’t until the 1970s that sirens were officially used for tornadoes.
* Coming from Missouri, I can’t imagine NOT having those sirens!
Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?
* Most of the stories I write come from a desire to push my creativity. And to write what I’m interested in reading.
Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
* I love going to Starbucks to write. I grab a venti tea, maybe a bagel with cream cheese, pop in my earbuds and put on some inspirational music to get in the right frame of mind.
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
* Mostly, no. But that has gotten me into some trouble with some of my stories, including this one. I get so far and I know where I want the character to go, but I lose the storyline. I try very hard now not to let that happen, so I try to plan a little better, but it still happens sometimes. Being a writer is a very organic craft, and you have to change and adapt as you learn your own style. I’m a “pantser”, meaning I write by the seat of my pants, but yes, it’s not the most disciplined way to write.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
* There’s a little bit of my own experiences in all my books, but I’m not one to kiss and tell! 🙂
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
* I’m working on the 4th book in my Forgotten Rebels MC. After that, I have a few more re-releases to work on since one of my publishing houses closed its door and I got the rights back. I have a few stand-alones to work on which should take me through the rest of the year.

~ Blurb ~

* Scharlie Thorn is very aware the townsfolk of Rock Ridge, Missouri regards her with pity. When she was fourteen, her stepfather attacked her, scarring her face. Her brother, Harlow, killed him in her defense, forcing him to run from the law.
* Ten years later, Cassidy Brooks and Garrett Webb come to tell her that Harlow has been murdered by a man who may have settled his sight on her. As the two men try to keep Scharlie safe, she learns that they are outlaws. And worse, Harlow was an outlaw, too.
* Scharlie has decisions to make. Does she trust Cassidy and Garrett when they tell her they want her? Or will she hand them over to the law? More than her life is at stake. Her heart is on the line, too.

~ Excerpt ~

* Then she turned away and headed back inside, leaving the door open. As she set the table, the men ambled in and Scharlie noted with a great degree of relief that they had put their shirts back on.
* “You didn’t have to cook for us,” Garrett said. “But we appreciate it.”
* Scharlie shrugged. “The least I could do. You tracked me down to tell me about Harlow when you could have easily sent a telegram or letter. Or worse, not told me at all.”
* “He was a good friend,” Cassidy replied softly. “Like a brother. He would have wanted us to take care of you.”
* Tears sprung unexpectedly to her eyes, so Scharlie hurried and sat to hide from having to look at the two men. As Cassidy and Garrett seated themselves, she cleared her throat.
* “He talked about me?”
* “Yes,” Cassidy said.
* “All the time,” Garrett added.
* “Did he…did he ever talk harshly about me?”
* “What do you mean?” Cassidy asked.
* Scharlie looked at him. Deliberately, she ran a finger down the scar on her face. “I was the one that forced him to leave Missouri. Because of me, he had to leave his home and I’ve wondered for so long if he hated me for what happened.”
* Garrett immediately shook his head. “Absolutely not!”
* Cassidy gently took hold of her hand, moving it away from her face. His thumb rubbed soothingly over her skin. “Garrett’s right, Scharlie. Harlow only talked lovingly about you.”
* The sincerity shining in their eyes was honest, and the tension riding through her shoulders relaxed. The weight she hadn’t thought she carried eased from her chest, and for the first time in years, her scarred face didn’t hurt so much.
* When Cassidy didn’t let go of her hand right away, she looked questioningly at him. His gaze met hers and the moment abruptly changed from loving and warm to magnetic and electric. Tingles shot up her arm that caused her heart to thump heavily as an odd awareness came over her, like how the atmosphere felt after a tornado had touched down, surreal and charged at the same time. Both men watched her closely, and though she wasn’t quite sure how to interpret the looks they were giving her, she was wise enough to know these men were out of her league.
* Scharlie cleared her throat and pulled her hand from Cassidy’s. Immediately she felt bereft without the warmth of his touch and strived to find her footing again.

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