Please welcome Lea Bronsen today with her new release (ok... how hot is the guy on the cover??)
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The
Perfect Shoot (Hot Model Mine 1) by Lea Bronsen
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...
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.
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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.
