Carnivora Part 1

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I’ve always been fascinated by dark psychological thrillers that mess with your mind and keep you on the edge of your seat. I toyed with the genre writing my debut novel Wild Hearted, but labeled it a crime drama. Its sequel, Carnivora, evolved over six years to become a full-blown hold-your-breath thriller that deals with grave issues such as kidnapping, child sex trafficking, and self-harm.

Telling five parallel stories with as many voices, it gives you the perspectives of a police informant, a hunted gangster, a mad avenger, an inconsolable girlfriend, and a psychotic kidnapper. I pull no punches weaving these stories, so be prepared for a dark, gritty, and graphic read – a little dirty on the erotic side – that I hope will play with your strings and stick with you for a long time.

Please note that this is part 1 of Carnivora and I am currently working on parts 2 and 3, so if those cliffhangers at the end are killing you, don’t despair. The continuation is right around the corner!

 

 

Blurb

Fight evil with evil.

TOMOR
Crime lord Tomor is serving a life sentence behind bars. Without warning, he’s abducted by mysterious men. A sick manhunt is on, with people around him dying like flies. He will need all his street flair and gangster skills to prevent his loved ones from ending up on the death list.

LUZ
Luz grieves the loss of her lover while striving to take care of their baby. The last thing she needs is to fall for the new neighbor.

DAVID
A year after he betrayed his adoptive father and sent him to jail, David is slowly rebuilding his life. Then everything falls apart again: he learns that Tomor has escaped, and his police connections lead him to a child sex trafficking ring involving cold, powerful men.

The cops are in over their heads with “Project Carnivora” … Perhaps the only one who can help bust the pedophile predators is an equally vicious devil: Tomor, the country’s most hunted criminal.

 

 

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Excerpt

“Time to change your bandage again,” the nurse mutters, voice cool, and pulls my orange-colored sleeve up to the elbow.

She unrolls the long strip of bandage from my wrist and tugs at one corner of the gauze plastered on my wound. It sticks as if glued to the freshly grown skin, and instead of removing the gauze carefully, she tears if off hard, discharging pain through my arm, wrist-to-shoulder.

I open my eyes and lift my head off the pillow. “What the fuck are ya doing, trying to reopen the wound or something?”

“Like you care.” She stops pulling and glares, gauze between her fingers. “I can see who you are inside. You’re playing tough, aren’t you, bad guy? But you can’t fool me.”

“Shut up.” I lay down again, huffing, and stare at the white ceiling above me with its rows of long neon lights.

“You’re a good man.”

I glance back. “I said, shut the fuck up.”

Her eyes shine. She rips off the remaining gauze, ignoring my grunt of pain, and throws it in a bin. “Look.”

No fuck.

“Look at it,” she insists, voice low and demanding.

No. I know what I’ve done, and I can imagine what it looks like. A six centimeter-long deep, reddish, scratched-up ridge along my artery. Layers of skin, fat, meat, and whatnot must be visible and sweating a pinkish liquid from the reborn pores. I don’t need to see it.

I guess the girl wants me to be so horrified, I’ll never attempt suicide again. That’s right. She wants to shock me into acceptance.

You gotta be fucking kidding me, little thing.

She shakes her head. “I don’t understand why they gave you the life sentence.”

“You mean they shoulda given me the chair?”

Instead of responding to my sarcasm, she pivots to look up at the clock and widens her eyes as if realizing she forgot an appointment. Face tense, she returns to her work, applies some cool, gel-like liquid on the wound, and bandages it with quick routine moves.

What’s up with her? In my three days in this woman’s company, I’ve noted the things that make her tick. Maybe she’s upset because I’m leaving the infirmary soon. Earlier, she said she didn’t know when I’d be ready to go back to my cell. She probably knows now, but doesn’t want to tell me.

The door opens. She jumps.

A uniformed guard pokes his head in, checks the small room, and exits.

She seems frozen in place, features tense. Staring ahead and taking deep breaths as if trying to regain composure.

I cock my head a little. “What’s going on? They gonna transfer me?”

She visibly swallows and fixes her gaze on some point on the wall.

I snicker. “Are you sad ‘cause I’m leaving?”

Ha, I can be so ugly, when the girl clearly likes me.

As she sits there avoiding me, I take the time to check out her tits, and drink in the amazing sight of their pressing against her green blouse with each breath. She doesn’t have a name tag. Come to think of it, none of the personnel do. Evidently, so the inmates can’t identify their ‘caretakers’, and should they by some miracle leave the premises, track them down.

I nod to her blouse. “What’s your name?”

She twists back to me, brows raised, before shaking her head. “I can’t tell you that.”

“C’mon, I’ll never see you again.” I grin, then add with an ironic snicker, teasing her, “They’ll never let me slash my wrists, or hang myself.”

She looks away and busies herself collecting the medical stuff, throwing a quick, almost invisible glance to the door. What the hell is making her so nervous?

Coldness fills my chest. Something’s up.

“Come on, Babe,” I coax with my most gentle, sensual voice, wanting to buy time. “Tell me your name.”

“Why?” she whispers, fidgeting with the roll of bandage.

“’Cause I want a name to your pretty face when I jack off in my cell.”

 

About the author

Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After a deep dive on the unforgiving world of gangsters with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between romantic suspenses, dark erotic romances, and crime thrillers.

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Dakota focuses on fun, sex and winning the National Finals Rodeo until his private life spins out of control and he struggles to keep his world from falling apart.

Dakota Neri has the lifelong goal of winning the calf-roping competition at the National Finals Rodeo. At thirty, the pieces of his professional life are coming together. The same can’t be said for his personal life, though. He shares an open relationship with Ayden Haskell, a fellow roper and his boyfriend of several years. On occasion, both men serve as convenient sitters for five-year-old Rory, his ex-wife Kayla’s son.

Dakota is eager to pursue his rodeo-winning goal when his carefully constructed world unravels, beginning with Kayla’s death in a foggy, early morning car crash. His hopes are strained when he discovers she named him as Rory’s guardian. Dakota has always been an advocate for the youngster but this change turns his world into a kaleidoscope of relationships, some good and others determined to tear his new family apart.

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Slapout: Chapter 18

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.

Chapter 18

Pete walked back to the bed with a beer in either hand and handed one to Alec with an accompanying wink. He couldn’t help but examine Pete’s rampant dick.

“Like something you see?”

This time Alec refused to become embarrassed by the teasing Pete was giving him. He traced his cold bottle over the underside of his thick cock. It surprised him when Pete did nothing more than flex his cock. With that he gave Pete a studied gaze. “I’m liking everything. Turn around and let me take a look at your butt.”

A deep laugh came from Pete before he turned around and flexed his ass at Pete. “See anything you might like to play with.”

Alec ran his hand over the globes of Pete’s butt. Tight muscle under his fingertips had waves of pleasure flowing through him. When Pete wiggled it again, Alec took the foreplay to a new level. He moved them around until Pete stood beside the bed with his chest across the mattress and ass in the air. Alec took charge of the moment.

“Spread it for me. I want to see your tight pink hole.”

Pete reached back and pried his ass open before glancing back at Alec. “You like that? Think you could find something to do?”

Without comment, he grabbed his beer from the nightstand, leaned forward and dribbled s tiny stream of the amber liquid into Pete’s crack. Alec lunged forward and licked at Pete’s butt like a dying man. It didn’t take long before Pete moved in symphony with Alec’s flicking tongue.

The delicious teasing lasted for years, or at least that was the feeling he seemed be enjoying. Alec dropped lower and ran over at Pete’s taint. He kept up the steady attention until he shivered from Alec’s attention. A few more seconds passed as Alec drove Pete ever closer to coming. Alec didn’t want to push Pete any further than things seemed to be moving. He resigned himself to helping Pete reach his orgasm and leave it at that, especially for an early connection between them. Then Pete whimpered and almost screamed.

“Fuck me! Give me some of that dick.”

Alec smiled to himself but moved into position. He bounced the bulging head of his cock against Pete’s swelling hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube and smeared a heavy coating over his bulging shaft. Once the sounds of wet cock filled the room, he dribbled more of the clear gel onto the crack of Pete’s ass. He ran his finger down his butt before sinking it deep inside Pete.

He continued to ready Pete for the fucking he’d planned. By the time he had three fingers ramming into Pete’s sweet ass, leaving him limp against the bed. He slipped between Pete’s legs and pressed his cock against Pete’s used opening. He eased himself inside, loving the sensation of Pete’s tight ass surrounding him. Soon he reached his depth and paused to keep from nutting. He draped himself over Pete’s back and enjoyed a thrill he hadn’t had the chance to enjoy in a long time.

After enjoying the sensations, he fucked Pete. Slowly at first then with more strength, he reached the point where he slammed his cock into Pete. With each thrust their skin slapped together and with the passage of several minutes Alec’s desire grew. He reached under Pete and tweaked his nipples. With that maneuver, Pete bucked under him like an unbroken stallion.

The combination sent Alec roaring closer. It took little time now before he was close to his finale. Then Pete shook and sent his first spray across the bed. The stimulation was the little push he needed to come. The two of them worked between the two of them until each of them reached their final volley. Alec fell limp across Pete and whispered, “That was amazing.”

Pete sighed. “That was beyond amazing.”

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Slapout: Chapter 17

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.

Chapter 17

The credits rolled past as the movie ended. He squirmed a little and realized he had stretched across the sofa with his head in Pete’s lap. Where his hand rested on Alec’s shoulder created a connection that pulsed through his body. He laid still enjoying the intimacy until Pete slipped his fingers over Alec’s hair and smiled.

“How did you enjoy the movie?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I’m afraid I blew that part of the night and slept through the last half. Sorry about that.”

It didn’t seem to matter with Pete. He seemed content with how things had progressed. At least so far.

They met each other’s gaze before Pete winked at Alec. “You’re really cute. Would you like to spend the night?”

There was a flutter in Alec’s stomach a staying the night with Pete. He didn’t hesitate long before giving his answer. “I’d love to spend the night.” He hesitated then plunged into the what he didn’t want to jump into. Alec sighed, dropped his head then continued in a soft voice. “I ain’t all that much to look at while you’re fucking hot. I’d enjoyed being with you and want it to continue, but I’m not interested in a one-night stand.”

Pete leaned close enough until Alec shook at the musk coming from the man who was oh so close. With their faces inches apart Pete whispered. “I think you’re amazingly hot guy and I’m not interested in a one-night stand either.” He ran his hand across Alec’s cheek. It only took a second for him to enjoy the sensations generated by the touch. When Pete’s breath wafted over Alec’s face, leaving him ready for more.

Alec struggled to steady himself as Pete drew a short distance away. Alec shivered as his cock flexed inside his jeans. He was beginning to know what his hopes were for the evening and he hoped he could explain his feelings to Pete without seeming to be a pain in the ass.

Pete’s smile grew more charming with each passing second until Alec couldn’t resist taking charge of the situation for at least a short time. He took Pete by the shoulder and guided them closer until their lips touched with a softness Alec found crackled through his body. The initial touch became more heated as Alec’s embrace went tighter. It was only a short time when they had landed on the bed and writhed in each other’s arms.

Alec sat on Pete and gasping for air. As he could focus, he realized Pete was unbuttoning his shirt. He bit his lip to keep from crying out as Pete played with his exposed nipples. By the time several minutes of foreplay passed, Alec was ready to give Pete whatever he wanted in the realm of sexual pleasure. They rolled across the bed and Alec tugged at Pete’s shirt until he tossed to land beside Alec’s.

Their exploration became more heated when Pete reached between them and squeezed Alec’s package. A few seconds later Pete was enthusiastic about groping hardening cock. Alec threw his hand over his head and grabbed the headboard while Pete worked him until he was reaching the edge of his climax.

Soon Alec’s cock stretched down the leg of his jeans. Pete straddled him and rocked back and forth while Alec strained to keep from exploding. His eyes flew open when Pete pinched his hardened nipples and twisted them between his fingers.

“Fuck! You’re going to make me come.”

Pete tugged at them again, then let them go and attacked them with his teeth and lips. His work had Alec thrusting upward against Pete, climbing nearer his release. Then he growled when Pete stopped his foreplay.

“Ah, fuck. Don’t stop.”

Pete cupped his hand under Alec’s bulge. “I want to see what you hid down here.”

Alec lifted himself to his elbows as Pete opened his jeans. He groaned as the zipper went lower until his bush and the base of his cock were exposed. Pete grabbed Alec’s dick and worked his hand down its length. Once he reached its tip, a low whistle came from his lips.

“Damn! You’re hung like a fucking horse.”

A flush of heat rolled over Alec as Pete slid his pants lower until his dick popped free. Pete tugged his foreskin then released it smiling as he did. “Damn! Let’s see what we can do with this thing.”

Before Alec could comment, Pete grabbed his cock, and he became engulfed in the best hand job of his life. His shaft became hard as granite with a stream of precum flowing down its side. By the time Pete had added additional strokes, Alec was flopping on the mattress like a freshly caught fish on a sandbar. Alec growled and his body tensed.

The first volley of white left a trail of cum over them. The grunting sounds from Alec grew louder while he painted them with semen. With a final tensioning of his muscles, a slow trail of cum flowed across Pete’s hand.

Pete licked the musky semen from his hand like an ice cream cone. An expression of lust built on his face as he squeezed Alex’s cock. “Ready for round two?” Pete asked.

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