Welcome to Lea Bronson talking about her move from
crime drama to erotica.
Back in ’97, the movie “The Crow” threw me into the
world of powerful crime lord Top Dollar, brilliantly played by much underrated
actor, Michael Wincott. Top Dollar and most of his slimy, brutal gang members
died, but I couldn’t help thinking, “What if he didn’t…?” The idea bugged me
for a while, until three years ago, when I decided to re-create him. In a
similar setting, but with a wider array of feelings, a heavier baggage, and a
different vision of life. His heart and soul were talking to me, and I was
determined to write his story – a copy novel from a criminal’s perspective,
giving a badass gangster a voice. I made him cold, lethal and unlikeable. Scum,
trash, society’s outcast. Then, as the story moved along, I humanized him, gave
him a heart to deal with and a conscience to account for.
The crime drama Wild Hearted was born Feb 2013, and
the funny thing was that someone who read the book said my sex scenes were too
graphic for sweet romance readers. I thought, “Who cares about romance? This is supposed to be erotic, with the same
attention for detail and level of edginess as the violence and the gore in the
Shortly after the release, I was invited to write a
story for an erotic anthology. I found the necessary inspiration – a dripping
hot photo of British dancer, Aaron Sillis, seemingly begging for a story to be
told, ha ha – and started writing, focusing heavily on the sex in every single
Unfortunately, the antho didn’t happen, but I was
on a mission. I continued writing the story that would become High-Risk Fever, progressively
broadening my genre spectrum from hetero to GLBT, from erotic romance to
dripping erotice, and from F/M and M/M to multiple partners/ménage.
It wasn’t easy. I had already told the POV of a gay
boy in Wild Hearted, but this was different: describing full-on gay acts and
choreographing steamy foursome scenes so long they spanned over several
chapters was an entirely new experience and quite the challenge!
What I liked about the new genre was that I could
push the sex scenes to the extreme without having accusatory fingers pointed at
me. When you read erotica, you expect a certain level of eroticism on every
page, and I have to admit that I really enjoyed maintaining that tension
throughout the book.
Sometimes, the sexual aggression even led to
semi-violent scenes, which in turn made me go back and revisit the intensity
and edginess of Wild Hearted. My genre change had gone full circle, which
pleased me immensely – I was able to combine two very distinct genres!
And still, to this day, I juggle between them: I’m halfway
through a gripping psychological thriller and, in parallel, a sweeter erotic
interracial romance. The romance has its hard, brutal moments, and the thriller
includes love and highly graphic sex scenes, too, *big grin*
Here's an excerpt from a scene that combines both genres. Enjoy!
could collect her thoughts and produce another half-coherent lie, he stepped
toward her, bumping his large chest into hers, and pushed her back against the
shelf. She winced as hard wood grazed her spine, pain spreading like tiny
contact brought forth the sex-infused memory of a very naked Micaela caging her
in the same way last night and, for some strange reason, heat rushed to her
lower stomach. Gasping, she put her hands behind her, clutching the rough wood
of a shelf for balance.
closer, towering until every muscle on the front of his body pressed against
hers, flattening her breasts. He stood so near, she could no longer discern his
pupils. His chest heaved against hers.
click—a brutal, sickening sound in such a desolate place—and the light went
out, plunging them in perfect blackness. He lifted his arm and reached behind
her. A metallic clatter on wood told her he’d put the flashlight on the shelf.
shuddered. For the first time in their two-year relationship, she considered
her husband a possible threat and regretted being alone with him.
His menacing voice filled the eerie silence. He moved his face to the side of
her head and whispered into her ear. “I can’t help thinking your odd behavior
in bed yesterday has something to do with this.”
Everything was coming back at her. One by one, he pointed out irregularities
and uncovered holes in her explanations. He must have given this some serious
swallowed, listened to her own breathing. Sweat slid along her flanks, cold as
rain. The inability to see her husband caused the hair on her neck to stand, as
if the spookiest ghost appeared before her.
her head. “Brian, sweetheart, you wanna talk about last night? Honestly, I
don’t know what came over me. I think I just wanted a little more—I don’t
what I do to you isn’t enough? Is that it?” He cupped her cheeks in his warm
hands before moving to her ears and squeezing, pressing the back of her neck
against another shelf. Her temples heated.
know what to say, and feared where he was going. Being in a cold, humid, and
darkened cellar didn’t seem a good moment to discuss the lack of variety in
their sex life.
love you more than anything.” Pressing his hips, he rubbed his obvious arousal
back and forth against her thighs.
Oh God. The
movement lit a fire in her belly. She couldn’t believe he was handling her in
such a rough manner, but at the same time, it was quite exciting.
“I’d give my
life for you.” With one hand entwined in her hair, he yanked her head until it
rested atop the shelf, exposing her throat. While a thousand tiny needles in
her scalp made her whine, his warm breath pulsed against her bare skin. “Don’t
you know that?”
other hand, he unbuttoned her blouse between their chests, snuck warm fingers
beneath, and found her breast inside the bra.
at the intrusion.
“How do you
want me to prove that?” He pinched the sensitive nipple, and a sharp,
electrical rush of pain spread through her breast. “Marrying you wasn’t
tolerate the hurt, she clenched her teeth.
thought roughness would arouse her. Well, she was tired of his oh-so-careful,
gentlemanly lovemaking and did indeed crave a little harder handling. It could
be the moment she had waited for.
breathing picked up, as did the fondling of her breast and the moves of his
erection between her thighs, only separated by their clothes. “Excitement.” His
voice was loud in her ear. His moustache tickled the skin of her throat as he
leaned forward, hot breaths leaving dampness before he placed his sharp teeth
on the sensitive tissue and bit.
jerked sideways, but his fingers entangled in her hair held her in place.
“Do you know
what would happen to me if I lost you?” His voice cracked.
second, a cruel rush of sorrow filled her chest.
Yes, I know
what that would feel like. I love you, too, Brian.
her hair. His strong hands moved to her ass cheeks, cupped them, and with
perfect ease, lifted her.
squealed, helpless to the shelf scraping her spine. Unbalanced, blind, she
flapped her arms in the dark before leaning forward and clutching Brian’s
With a few
adjustments, he positioned the hard bulge in his pants into the crevice of her
inner thighs, pressing it against her panties. So ready.
Oh God. The
intimate touch made her inner muscles clench with lust.
Did he want
to fuck her here? Standing?
anything to keep you.” He buried his face in her cleavage with a choked,
guttural sound, his moustache prickling the skin between her breasts.
know what to say, could only fight back the warm tears threatening to fill her
He moved his
face in front of hers, quick breaths brushing her lips.
Thank God I
can’t see your eyes and what they’re telling me.
“You want to
be fucked hard and fast, Anne,” he muttered through gritted teeth, “I’ll fuck
you hard and fast.” With no further warning, he dropped her to the floor.
the cement underneath her feet and let her hands slide down from his shoulders,
grazing the metal buttons of his shirt pockets.
her arms, spun her around, and pushed her against the wooden shelves. One met
the front of her thighs, another dug into her lower ribs, and the third—on
which sat the cartons she brought earlier—provided support for her head.
sour-smelling dust particles snuck into her nostrils as she rested her chin
atop the solid wood, and she barely held back a sneeze. Fumbling with her
hands, she found two vertical pillars on both sides of the shelf and clutched
them for balance.
Brian brought his hands to her hips, stroking her feminine curves, then lifted
her skirt to her waist. He pulled at the lace band of her panties until the
fabric slid down her legs. He groaned as he moved a couple of cold, meaty
fingers into her wetness and probed around, nails scratching her inner walls.
from the sudden violation, her cunt gripping his fingers as if welcoming his cock.
what you want, isn’t it?” His face pressed into her back. “You slut.”
Oh, it was
the first time he’d said that word.
the fingers, stepped back a little, and the zzzzip of his pants sounded behind
her. “My own slut.”
Thanks, Lea. Next month it is the turn of Tamsin Baker talking about tackling MFM for the first time.
some pics of my decorations at home this Christmas.
tree – my favourite part of putting the decorations up is unwrapping the
decorations as I buy a new one each year.
put tinsel and baubles over every surface I can!
the mantelpiece I have a nativity tableau with whatever figurines I have handy
from my foreign doll collection or ornament collection or soft toys! (Yes I know my stable is leaning. There is nothing in the bible that says it WASN'T leaning!)
on the wall I hang my nativity tapestry that I made. The background is the Holy
Land 2,014 years ago with lots of biblical symbolisms, eg, a black sheep, a man in a many coloured coat and so on.
Then I have smaller tapestry pieces with the specific
nativity characters, eg, Mary, Joseph, angels, kings, innkeeper, sheep, gifts
etc etc, which have Velcro on the back so they can be stuck onto the main
picture and taken off again very easily!
Lt. Wittfield “Witt” Falken has just rescued a former classmate who bullied him
for being gay. When Witt tries to pull away, he quickly discovers that Leland
only wants to hold on. Witt is a Dom who only wants Leland as his sub. Will he
book: Imaginary Lover - The Doms of
Sybaris Cove 7
author: Tara Rose
of main characters:
Ivy Balloux: pilot for
Cargo Cove and the object of Tom and Merrick's undying lust
Tom Raleigh: works at
Phoebe's Playthings in IT and has had a thing for Ivy most of his life
Merrick Durante: project
manager for JD Construction and has Ivy's flight schedules memorized
Sybaris Cove - a fictional island in the Gulf of Mexico
Blurb: Doms Tom Raleigh and Merrick Durante have always
considered cargo pilot Ivy Balloux their imaginary lover. When Tom’s sister
plays a cruel joke, tricking Tom and Merrick into thinking Ivy is hurt, they
brave the infamous curse on their families to save the woman they love.
exciting feather play (amongst others!)
Connor: Coyote shifter,
34 yo, 6’1”, dark hair, military cut, DARK eyes, gruff, grumpy-grew up in small
town similar to Coyote Bluff
Margie: Human, 29 yo, 5’7”, curvy, red hair, shoulder length, spitfire,
Setting:Coyote Bluff in Virginia- small shifter community with mainly coyote,
but do have wolves, bears, cougar shifters, mountain community, surrounding
land owned by mainly shifters, some humans live in town, a few know about
Length: 55,000 words
Blurb:After months of aching to be with grumpy Sheriff Connor Manning,
Margarete Barrie finally gets her chance when a coyote shifter takes refuge in
her home. She burns with need every time they’re close, but even she can only
take rejection so many times before giving up.
month’s character profiles are from the last book in the Doms &
Name – Ellie Grant
Book – The Sub Who Switched
Love interest – Nick
Age – 30 (just turned 30)
Hair/eyes – Shoulder length pale blonde hair/hazel eyes
Height/weight – Tall (5ft 9), slender
Looks – Good
Other – Co-owns
an art gallery with Rebecca (heroine of The
Submission Challenge)/ Sister to Rebecca’s husband Jon.
Name – Nick Sinclair
Book – The Sub Who Switched
Love interest – Ellie Grant
Age – 30
Hair/eyes – Dark blond hair/blue eyes
Height/weight – A couple of inches shorter than Ellie at 5ft 7/reasonably muscled
Looks – Good
Other – Works
as a photographer
to prove she is still desirable, being the last of her girlfriends to find a
partner, Ellie Grant has erotic photographs taken for her thirtieth birthday.
Meanwhile, wanting a Dominant man and fascinated with the BDSM lifestyle, she
keeps turning down gentle Nick Sinclair. Advice
from Ellie's friends on how to change his basically submissive nature sees Nick
getting tutorials from a Master in a BDSM club, visiting a women's sex shop,
and using a "rabbit" on Ellie. Hiccups occur including a disastrous
date, a male stripper, and Ellie having sex in the club with a stranger while
what she really wants, an upset Ellie blurts out, "To be a sex
slave." Does Nick call her bluff, and can he change his personality? Will
Ellie finally see Nick as the person she's been looking for and submit to him?
An unusual suggestion from a friend proves the catalyst.
Amazon UK: The most unusual part
of this, for me, was the fact that Nick wasn't the stock 6ft 2in plus hero that
I read about mostly and that he was in fact a little shorter than Ellie, who is
a tall girl. How refreshing! I really appreciate the fact that Jennifer writes
about ordinary, everyday people who happen to be unusually erotic.
Here’s your choice: a male trapped in a body for over 100 years, an old
lover or a dominant lawyer….
Title of book: A Devil in
Name of author: Marcus Damanda
Genre: Horror, teen
Description of main characters:
High school freshman Audrey
Bales, returned recently from the psychiatric ward at St. George's, ready
to try for a new start. Hair blonde, age 14.
Jack Maddox, a handsome, charming junior at
the same school—but with a veritable closet full of secrets, and a hidden
agenda that includes revenge on Audrey's behalf—and murder ...
Secondary School, a frozen over lake, a mysterious near-abandoned house by the
wide of the woods.
Length: 50, 000 words
(approx. 160 pages)
Blurb:Audrey Bales comes home from the suicide prevention wing at St.
George's, eager for a fresh start and a chance to remake her life. Only two
things stand in her way: the bullies who drove her over the edge to begin with,
and her new friend that wants to kill them all ...
What's hot?: In order
to be released from the body that has held him captive for 103 years Jack
Maddox must seduce, and win, a girl that reminds him of the lady that
drove him to suicide in his mortal youth ...
Rebecca – long straight thick black hair down
her back. Deep blue eyes. Beautiful. Very short in height but voluptuous.
Lovely legs for her height. Aged around 27. Independent, a control freak. Runs
an art gallery business with Ellie, sister of the hero.
Jon – dark-haired but not black hair. Tall
around 6ft. Well-muscled and hunky. Very good looking. Grey eyes. Aged around
30. A Dominant by sexual preference. A naturally controlling person with
everyone around him. Works as a lawyer.
modern day, mostly in the hero’s house
Blurb:When independent Rebecca derides Jon for being a
Dominant he scoffs that she could never understand the lifestyle and challenges
her to be his submissive for 24 hours. Rebecca agrees determined to show him
she could be submissive yet remain detached emotionally. However, things don’t
go to plan.
What's Hot?: Massage in the garden on a hot day (and everyone gets hottttt!)
had a fabulous weekend with Bella Settarra in Portmeirion. She had never
visited the venue so I was delighted to show her around – and she loved it as
much as me! I showed her around the resort on the afternoon we arrived - but by the time we were coming back through the woods it was getting rather dark and we had to tentatively make our way down steep slate steps! Despite that she still loved it! We stayed in Upper Pilot cottage which has terrific view of the
estuary (my plan is to stay in a different cottage each time. I’ll probably be
visiting them when I am a very old lady…..)
we are cavorting on the chaise longue!
can see the village through the window behind Bella. We had a great time doing
writing exercises on the Friday evening and I even tried out the exercise I am
going to do at my next writing workshop at Smut Scarborough in May… all I will
say is it involves werewolves since the theme of the event is all things
main reason for going this weekend was to visit their food and craft fair on
Saturday. There were over a 100 stalls all over the resort (which is built on
the side of a hill so there was a lot of walking…) needless to say I am
exhausted today as it involved a 6 hour journey both ways – and coming back I
was carrying lots of xmas pressies (well, I also bought some Portmeirion
pottery so it serves me right that I am aching all over!).
we left we had time to visit the shell grotto.
overwhelming feeling was how peaceful and secluded it was – and coming back
into Wrexham to get my train back was a bit of a shock! However, we enjoyed ourselves so much we talked about making it a yearly event.... watch out Portmeirion here we come again!