High-Risk
Fever
Lea
Bronsen
Decadent Publishing, @57k words
Contemporary,
Erotic Romance, Menage/multiple partners, GLBT/gay
Two young and indecently
handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer
holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed
& breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and
her husband, Brian.
A power outage plunges the foursome into
darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be
unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the
storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?
EXCERPT:
Breathing deeply
to calm her nerves, she approached the unfortunate bicyclist and bent to grab
his handlebar.
Surely by pure
coincidence, one of his gloved hands landed on hers, curling strong fingers
around her small ones and helping her pull until the bike stood upright between
them.
Still, even as he
stood on his feet, his hand lingered, holding hers firmly on the hard-plastic
handle.
Anne looked up
into his face, seeing him for the first time. How in the world had she missed
such a jewel earlier? Among tanned, Latin features, a pair of black diamonds
sparkling with mischief stared back without shame. His long, black locks were
swept back in a ponytail, revealing a single golden earring in his left lobe. Large
chest muscles heaved beneath a tight, pink spandex shirt, begging to be
caressed by a woman’s hand, and black chest hairs peeked from the open collar.
Unable to believe
the seductive intensity he exuded, she sucked in a breath and held it while the
world narrowed. Her head buzzed. “What?”
“What?” The
beautiful bicyclist used the same low tone, his full lips forming a teasing
grin inches from her face. He was so near she could smell his hot breath.
Intoxicating.
How had he come so
close? And how long before her husband noticed?
Thankfully,
Brian’s calm, indifferent voice rose behind her, addressing the blond
bicyclist. “So you’re looking for a place to stay?”
“Yeah. We’ve
already asked in several different villages on our way here.”
Anne tugged at her
trapped hand and took a demonstrative step back. “Please.”
“Oh.” Feigning
surprise, the dark beauty lifted an eyebrow and removed his hand, allowing her
to retrieve hers. “Sorry,” he added, rolling a thick R with his tongue,
keeping his lips parted a second too long. A move so deliberately naughty, her
stomach knotted with need.
As she retreated,
he studied her face with a grin, arrogance and amusement gleaming in his dark
eyes, before turning his attention to the two other men.
Blood pulsing in her temples, she copied his
movement.
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