Guest: Lea Bronsen

 

MY BIGGEST FAN by Lea Bronsen

My Biggest Fan

BLURB:

Shawn Torien is a handsome, arrogant bassist with the groove rock band Bloodless. At thirty four, he’s seen everything, been everywhere, and all is handed to him on a silver plate—groupies included. His rock star attitude is questioned when the record company’s young webmistress Samantha joins the band to cover their life on the road.

Since she has crushed on Shawn for years, he takes great pleasure in teasing her and pushing her away… until he learns about the woman beneath the surface.

EXCERPT:

 

 

 

The backstage room is filling with people. Band members, roadies, management, and special guests such as family, media, and a few pre-selected fans. The place buzzes with chatting and chuckling, and I stop in the door to assess. Don’t see any eye-catching hotness yet.

 

Sweat runs from my head, along my back, and down my abs. My soaked shirt glues to my skin, and I stink of hour-long transpiration. I need a shower, but there’s so much else I want to do first: get a drink, a smoke, and some pussy before the tour bus leaves. None of these are allowed on board. I’m electrical, high. I need to move, and my whole body thirsts to get higher.

 

Next to a merchandise booth in a corner stands a table with plates of sandwiches and cut fruit, a selection of mineral water bottles, and alcoholic drinks.

 

“Shawn! Shawn!” Strangers rush me with expectant smiles, probably wanting me to sign CD covers or something.

 

But I’ve made up my mind. Ignoring them, I stride to the table, grab a can of cold beer and down it in one take. The icy beverage rushes through my throat and refreshes me. The sweaty hairs on my arms rise as if chilly air blew on them. I open another, gulp down the beer, and grab a third.

 

“Hey, Shawn,” a female says behind me.

 

I hate being interrupted, but I’ve heard that voice before. Beer in hand, I spin around.

 

Oh, Samantha from the record company. I don’t know if that pleases or annoys me. She’s cute, though, with long brown tendrils at shoulder-length, and hazel eyes glowing with warm intelligence.

 

The alcohol makes me a little tipsy; I can’t resist the want to tease her. I give her the can with a grin and proceed to take off my soaked shirt, as if it’s the most natural thing. Damp body heat and the sharp smell of sweat emanate as I lift my arms in the air, struggling to remove the wet fabric, groaning.

 

Once done, I drop it to the floor and cross my arms, making my well-trained muscles protrude, and scrutinize her reaction. Offering a little male sexiness has worked on most females before.

 

Flabbergasted is the best word to describe her face. I flash my teeth as her gaze runs over my torso. She can’t possibly be aware of her nostrils’ tiny movements, revealing her inhalation of my scent.

 

I let a moment pass, then ask, pointing at the can in her hands, “You gonna have that beer?”

 

“Oh.” She straightens with a deep breath, regains composure, looks at the brand logo on the can, and shakes her head. “No, I don’t drink alcohol at work.”

 

I like her voice. It’s soft, comforting, reminds me of my mother’s. But when she hands me my drink, the wolf in me wants to play. I cover her hand and tug while taking a step closer, pulling her toward me. She wears a discreet perfume, the scent of prairie flowers, I think. Her cheeks blush as she lifts her chin to meet my eyes, and her pupils grow feverish. She’s holding her breath. With my other hand, I grab her round, firm butt and press her stomach against mine.

 

All sounds around us vanish; the talking, the laughter. I focus on the girl in my arms. She’s not really my type, but knowing her infatuation, she’ll be an easy fuck. That’s all I need before getting on the bus. Tomorrow, it’ll be someone else.

 

I glance at the KISS patches on her chest. Gene Simmons once declared we’re all in this business for sex, and whoever says he does it for the music is lying. Besides, the girls beg to be screwed senseless by celebrities, so they can brag to their friends. Shawn in Bloodless slept with me! Squee!

 

Maybe she thinks I’m going to kiss her, but I’m not. Call me crazy, but there’s a little romantic in me saving that for a special girlfriend—if such a thing is in the cards for a guy like me. Instead, I move my hands to her denim jacket and start unbuttoning it from the top.

 

“You seem to need a little help with that,” I joke.

 

Damn, we’re so close, and her feminine heat makes my blood boil. I picture bringing her to a dark corner behind the stage curtain and having her hands on my cock. I suggestively push my hardness against her warm thighs.

 

She frowns and takes a step back.

 

No? What is it? My beer breath? I withdraw as well. Too fucking bad.

 

Eyes shimmering, she opens her mouth, but I turn and grab a new can. I mean, who the hell do you think you are to turn me down like that?

 

I gulp the whole drink, release a solid burp, and take what must be the fifth can before leaving.

 

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MORE ABOUT LEA BRONSEN

AUTHOR BIO:

Lea lives in Europe with her husband and three children. She’s a fan of intense reads, the same way she loves intense sports, music, and rides. She has written adventure, mystery, and action-packed stories from an early age. In addition to the erotic romance short story “My Biggest Fan”, she recently published the crime drama novel “Wild Hearted” and has the thriller sequel “Carnivora”, the erotica novella “Risky Fever”, and a mystery/romance collaboration novel coming soon.

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New Release: Wanting the Neighbor’s Daughter

Wanting the Neighbor’s Daughter

WTND2

Romance on the Go

Luke Reynolds desires his neighbor’s daughter, Kimberly. His feelings for her have grown over the years he’s known her, and now she’s twenty and he can’t deny her anything.

Kimberly has had a crush on her neighbor for a long time. He’s a womanizer and he’d never look at her twice.

One weekend house-sitting for her parents, both of their lives are about to change. Neither knows about their true feelings, but after this weekend Luke and Kimberly will not have a choice. Can their love survive her father’s wrath? And can Luke wait for Kimberly to make her his?

 

Excerpt:

“Why won’t you let me go?” she asked.

“Because you and I both know you’ve got a crush on me. You’ve had your little crush since we first met. I also know you watched me fucking my girlfriend.”

She gasped. Kimberly hadn’t known he was watching. How did he see her?

“You also know I want you.” His hand moved down to her breast stroking her nipple through the fabric of her costume.

“How did you know I was there?”

“You’re the only woman I know who wears that perfume. The scent follows you, Kimberly. I knew it was you when you looked at me. I’ve seen the heat in your eyes. When I heard you’d been fucked at college I figured you moved on. I see now you haven’t moved on.” His hand moved up to the strap of her costume. He lowered the strap achingly slowly. Kimberly knew he was giving her time to stop him. She didn’t want to stop him. “Tell me, Kimberly, were you thinking of me when you were with your other man?”

The strap went below her breast. He started with the next, and within seconds her chest was exposed. His gaze didn’t leave hers. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes.” She whispered the word afraid of him laughing at her.

Kimberly closed her eyes waiting for him to laugh at her. “I can promise you, Blondie, the guys in college are a poor substitute for the real thing.” He circled her nipple with a finger. Opening her eyes she saw he stared at her chest. “You’ve got such lovely, responsive tits.” He closed the distance taking one hard bud between his lips.

She moaned, sinking her fingers into his hair. What else was she supposed to do? Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine being in his arms let alone having him suckle her breasts. He moved on to her other nipple licking the bud.

Luke broke away from her breast and stared up at her. “Straddle me.”

Obeying his command, she stood and eased onto his lap. Her covered pussy rested on his hard cock. She gripped the back of his chair, holding herself. Luke gripped her hips in his firm hands.

“Tell me, Kimberly, have any of the guys ever given you an orgasm?” he asked.

“There was only one guy, and no, he didn’t.” Her blush must be making her look like a ripened strawberry. She didn’t know what else to say or do. Luke was taking her completely by surprise.

“Then I’m going to rectify that little problem.” He tapped her thigh. “Stand up.”

She did as he said, standing up. Kimberly went to cover her breasts. Luke swatted her hands away. “No need to cover your nakedness around me.”

Luke removed a foil packet from his pocket and placed it on the table. “I always come prepared.”

In the next breath she took, he pushed the shorts he wore to the ground before taking a seat. “What do you think?” he asked, cupping his erect flesh.

Her pussy burned with the need to be touched. Kimberly was more turned on than she ever thought possible. Licking her lips, she glanced at his face before returning her stare to his cock. “You want me?”

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