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#NewRelease The Hotter the Love from @LeaBronsn with @EvernightPub #InterracialRomance #Trilogy

Hi and thank you so much for hosting the third and last book of the Hot Model Mine trilogy!




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?



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.


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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

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 dark/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


#NewRelease Wolf’s Hunt by Amber Morgan @AmberMothling of @Evernight Pub #IRRomance #RomSuspense

Thanks for having me today! I’m so excited to be bringing you all the second
book in my Wild Blood MC series – Wolf’s Hunt. One of the best
parts about this book for me was the New Orleans setting. It’s a
place I’ve always wanted to visit, and I feel like I got to take a
vicarious vacation through Wolf and Clea. Hopefully I’ve managed to
do the city some justice! Maybe one day I’ll make it there
myself…in the meantime, Wolf’s Hunt is the closest I’ll get…


 ~Editor’s Pick~He’s trying to make things right.

Three years ago
Wolf fled New Orleans, leaving heartache and violence in his wake.
Now he’s got one chance to win back the woman he left behind, Clea
Allary. There’s just one thing standing in his way—the deadly
President of the Voodoo Kin MC, a man who will stop at nothing to
finish Wolf and claim Clea for himself. Whether she likes it or not.

She’s trying to survive

Clea’s been staying one step
ahead of the Voodoo Kin ever since Wolf broke her heart and
disappeared. But it’s getting harder to cope and there’s no way out
that she can see. When Wolf crashes back into her life, he offers her
a dangerously tempting escape route. But how can she ever trust him

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is the secret identity of a writer who normally pens urban fantasy,
but feels like stretching her wings. Amber loves darker romance,
anti-heroes, good red wine, and expensive chocolate (sometimes all at
once). She’s based in the UK and lives in an adorable cottage with
her dream man and an adorable cat.


 He didn’t wait for her to change her mind. Lust and longing surged
through him and he stood, pulling her up into his arms. She fell
against him with a cry that ignited Wolf’s fiercest feelings. He
didn’t just want to kiss her. He wanted her.
Wanted to claim her, wanted to make it plain to everyone and anyone
that Clea Allary was his, still, now, and always.

He took her mouth roughly, running his hands down her back to cup her
ass and pull her in hard against him. She clutched at his t-shirt,
grabbing handfuls of it as if it was the only thing holding her up,
and she whimpered his name against his lips. It drove him wild. That
little sound was like a jolt of adrenaline, and it traveled directly
to his cock, hardening him almost to the point of pain.

Their kiss was hard, desperate, almost a battle of wills, as if Clea was
eager to stamp her ownership on him too. She shoved her hands under
his t-shirt, raked her nails down his back. Wolf hivered in pleasure
and squeezed her ass in answer. She writhed against him, nibbling at
his lips. The feel of her hands on his bare skin was too much for
Wolf. He tried to push his hands down the back of her jeans, but they
were skin-tight and he broke away from the kiss with a curse. Clea
laughed at him.

“Giving up already?” Her eyes sparkled with amusement and desire.

Wolf brushed her hair back from her face, drinking in that look. His heart
swelled and his entire body ached with need for her. He’d never
thought he’d get that look from her again. “Never again. Not
when it comes to you.” He reinforced his words with another
kiss, then gave her a gentle push, forcing her to sit back down on
the bed.

Once again he knelt before her, hands gliding up and down her thighs as he
studied her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips invitingly
swollen from his kisses. Her breasts heaved under the t-shirt he’d
given as she caught her breath. He didn’t plan to let her recover so
soon, but he wanted to be sure before he did anything else that she
knew there was no turning back now.

“Tell me you want this,” he said. “I can’t walk out of here, do
what I have to do, without taking a piece of you with me.”

She licked her lips, a nervous gesture, and he wondered if she’d still do
it if she knew it made him want to jump on her. For a second he
thought she’d turn him away – and he would have gone, but damn, it
would have been agony to do it. Then she smiled coyly and asked,
“Which piece?”