Friday, September 29, 2017

#booksigning #TNTNYC17 September 30th, 2017 in Staten Island

ONE DAY MORE!!!!! Yep, I'm totally singing that song...in my head of course. No one one wants to hear me sing so I'll just stick to what I do best and that's write sexy romantic stories that I hope my readers will enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing them.
So yeah, one more day until my first ever signing event. Tickets are available until midnight tonight and will not be sold at the door, so if you will be in the area and want to still come to this fabulous event, get your tickets here: http://tntnyc17.weebly.com/tickets.html 
for SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 30th.
Be sure to stop by my table to say hi. I made Goodie bags to be given out with a purchase (While supplies last.)
I'm also donating a gift basket to be raffled off for an amazing charity, B.A.C.A (Bikers Against Child Abuse).
Thanks for stopping by and looking forward to meeting everyone tomorrow. <3 

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

#booksigning #TNTNYC17 September 30th, 2017 in Staten Island

ONLY 4 DAYS TO GO!
Tickets are on sale here: http://tntnyc17.weebly.com/tickets.html

I'm beyond excited and yes, quite a bit nervous for my first author signing, but I will be in such good company with these fellow authors:
Right now, I'm busy making some swag goodie bags to give away with every purchase and I'll also be donating a basket to be raffled off for charity, which will feature TWO signed paperbacks from me, a mug, bookmarks, signed postcards, and a few other goodies so be sure to purchase your raffle tickets when you arrive. And check out the books I'll have for sale:
And then there's YOU, the fabulous readers who I absolutely cannot wait to meet, so stop by my table and say hello. :)

Saturday, September 23, 2017

#booksigning #TNTNYC17 September 30th, 2017 in Staten Island.


 I can't tell you how excited I am for my very first author signing event, not to mention a tad bit nervous. If you're going to be in the NYC area next weekend on September 30th, come and see me. Tickets are still available, though quantities are limited. You can purchase them here: Http://TNTNYC17.weebly.com

And check out this fabulous lineup:

I'll have 8 different paperbacks available for purchase that day and every purchase comes with some signed swag.


Thanks for stopping by and I can't wait to meet you next week. :)

Friday, September 22, 2017

@evernightpub @KatherineWyvern Guest blogger Katherine Wyvern with Woman as a Foreign Language

Please welcome my guest blogger Katherine Wyvern with Woman as a Foreign Language.


Dear Elena,
Thank you so much for having me on your blog today with my new release, Woman as a Foreign Language.
I am especially attached to this book, in part because it came out almost compulsively after a very, very long writer’s block and it feels to me as if I have found again a piece of myself that I had lost. I always wrote stories since I can remember (although only a few of them are published!) and it was really strange and depressing going through almost four years without writing a word!
The other reason why I love this story so much is that there are many autobiographical elements in it, and it was cathartic and liberating to write it. There is this beautiful quote by Natalie Goldberg that I saw recently floating around Facebook that goes, “Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.” Truly, that is how I feel about this story.
It is the tale of a girl who is not able to express her feminine side, and of a man who is extremely good at it. It is meltingly tender in places, and edgy and hot in others, and I hope you like it as much as I do!




Blurb:
What do you do when the woman you want to be … is a man?

Nina’s abusive childhood left her feeling so vulnerable when wearing anything flimsier than combat boots that she has spent her whole adult life dressed like a gang boy. But when she meets the tall, glamourous, charismatic Julia (actually her cross-dressing neighbor, Julian, going out en femme), Nina is seized by an overwhelming and terrifying urge to finally express her own femininity.

Julia/n has not only a slightly split personality but also a thoroughly broken heart. What s/he wants most is a partner who will love both Julia and Julian. While Nina learns from Julia how to be a woman, Julian discovers that they might well be made for each other, but it will take a struggle against prejudice and a whole conservative mind-set before they can follow their hearts, and express their true, unique, and beautiful selves.

Excerpt:

“Well, are we going out this evening or what?” asked Julia, seeing Nina sitting down still naked on the bed.
“Oh, it will take me two minutes to get ready,” said Nina, smiling up at her. “I am not such a woman as you,” she added, grinning impishly.
“Oh, indeed?” said Julia, and pinched her nose in passing, then went to the wardrobe to fish out some stockings, a pocket bra and breast forms. Boobs were invariably the first thing. She liked her body well enough, as a man or a woman, except for that flat chest. A girl should have tits, and a boy should have some muscle at least, but somehow, she had failed to achieve either. The sweet, soft, bouncy weight of the breast forms immediately made her feel better about herself. Stockings were always the next thing. Her legs were as smooth as silk in any case, but the sleek feel of stockings on them was almost an aphrodisiac. Time was, long ago, when she was much, much younger, when just wearing a pair of stockings would give her a hard-on. She was not such a green horn anymore, luckily, because the last thing she needed right now was an erection.
She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and pulled on her gaff half the way. She gently maneuvered her testicles back up to where they were before they dropped (if only they had stayed there, she thought despondently, and not for the first time), then gave her empty scrotum a slight twist and pushed it down and back towards her buttocks. She was on the point of tucking her penis down and under the same way (if she laid them side by side, they looked every bit like labia through her gaff … et voilĂ , instant pussy… more or less), when she caught sight of Nina’s eyes. Nina was still sitting on the bed, still naked, and gazing at her with those gorgeous gipsy eyes, studying everything Julia did and every inch of her body. Julia threw a look at her own lean, white figure in the mirror. She was standing with a hand between her legs and her gaff askew, half way between her knees and her hips, which felt somewhat less than graceful and dignified, and she wondered what Nina was seeing that was so entrancing.
“What?” she asked, smiling.
“Nothing. I did wonder where they went, when … you know.”
Julia grinned. “They don’t go very far, worry not.”
Nina stretched herself long, like a happy cat, still gazing hungrily at her, eating her with her eyes.
And suddenly Julia stiffened. “Oh dear,” she said.
“What?” asked Nina, in a somewhat comical echo of what Julia had said less than a minute earlier.
“Er … ahem. Stop looking at me. Just don’t. I can’t tuck it with a hard-on!”
Nina covered her face with her hands, vainly trying to suppress a fit of laughter. “I didn’t do anything. I didn’t!”
Julia was laughing too by now. It was hopeless. She let the whole lot hang out again and took two short steps to the bed (the gaff half-way up made it impossible to step out properly). She kneeled on the bed and started tickling Nina’s feet, the back of her knees and her sides.
“I didn’t do anything, I didn’t,” Nina repeated, between peals of laughter.
“Ah, but you were thinking, don’t deny that you were thinking.
“Ok, ok, maybe I was, a little bit, please stop, stop, please!” Nina turned on her side, and curled up in a tight ball, still shaking with laughter. Julia stopped tickling her and pushed her on her belly, wiggled out of the gaff, then straddled Nina’s small buttocks and leaned down to nuzzle her neck and the back of her head.
“What were you thinking, you imp? Mh? What were you thinking?”
She bit gently into Nina’s earlobe and kissed her cheek. Nina smiled beatifically.
“That you are an elf, an angel, a goddess.”
“A female-female she-goddess? Really, with all this embarrassment hanging out all over the place like this?”
She let her cock and her smooth, smooth balls brush Nina’s buttocks, smiled and kissed her again.
“Always. You will always be a goddess to me,” murmured Nina, drinking in the kisses, her eyes closed. Her hand searched for Julia’s hand, their fingers wove together of their own accord, and Nina drew the hand closer to kiss Julia’s fingertips one by one, adoringly. Julia smiled and pressed her breasts down on Nina’s back, rubbing them gently on her shoulder blades.
She kissed Nina again and again, on her temple, cheek, eyelid, nose, the corner of her mouth. She was so precious. Sleek, small-boned, but fierce and sharp, like a bird of prey, hooded and caged, but never quite tamed. And I have set you free, and you chose to fly to me.
“I love you. Darling,” she whispered in her ear, in her huskiest, deepest voice, and Nina shuddered all over while her spine gave a twist, as Julia knew it would. Nina turned under her, to hug her and draw her body down. Julia moved her knees within Nina’s legs, and just like that, without any difficulty, her untimely erection found a place to go.
So wet. How can you become so wet just by looking at me? What do you see that nobody else ever saw? What do you see that even I don’t see? Julia sank her face in Nina’s neck, to kiss her, bite her, whisper in her ear, yes, oh yes, whisper and murmur and cajole, until my voice will make you melt, my love, my love, my love.


You can also find an exclusive excerpt on my website, here:
And of course you can download the beginning of the story for free from Amazon!

Buy links, excerpts and samples:
Woman as a Foreign Language at Evernight:

Woman as a Foreign Language on Amazon.com:

See what Katherine is up to on:


Thanks so much for stopping by, Katherine. :) 

Thursday, September 21, 2017

@LeaBronsen Guest blogger Lea Bronsen with Torn Avenger

Please welcome my guest blogger Lea Bronsen with Torn Avenger.

Hi, and thank you for hosting me on your blog!
When asked what inspires me to write books, I usually say it’s something I’ve seen or heard, or I’ve been challenged to dig deeply into my imagination and come up with a crazy idea. This time, it was a premade cover. The moment I saw this dark, sensual, slightly homo erotic image of a half-naked man in a fur coat on an exquisitely colored background, I knew it had to be mine. I decided in which historical period to set the story – the obscure, mythical age of the Vikings – and the ensuing process plunged me into an exciting and not so foreign world where everyday heroes lived the same dramas and battled for the same values and desires as we do in modern society. I hope you enjoy the read!  

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 As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn't meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer's death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and strict social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he's willing to accept the love of another man.

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Excerpt

After a moment, Alv looked up again and almost gasped from the erotic vision in front of him. While shaving Roeland, he’d only seen his wet, hairy chest and stomach, but the handsome man moved to a kneeling position in the basin and washed his lower body. His stunning maleness made Alv hot and bothered. They had discussed, argued, shared personal details, and apologized to each other, but now, the seriousness of their conversation faded. The sight of Roeland’s cock bathing in white foam between his legs had Alv’s own cock jolt and press painfully against his pants.

Oh, Roeland attracted him on several levels—mental, emotional, and physical—and Alv longed to discover and develop more of everything with him. Hedin was an exciting lover, but nothing like what Roeland had the potential to be.

Speaking of Hedin, it’d been a surprise to see him again this morning, right after Elke left. He’d arrived in a terrible mood and refused to excuse his disappearance act. It was outrageous of a slave to come and go like that, but Alv had too much on his mind to think of punishing him.

For one, he worried about Roeland’s future. He’d inherited part of Father’s wealth, but not his title. After returning to EĂ°ni, he’d claimed to be the only one who could decide of what to do with his brother’s murderer, but it wasn’t true. He had no standing, no support from his fellow citizens. They could choose to kill Roeland if they wanted to—all it took was a word from Mother. It made her idea to have Alv marry Elke and adopt the community’s natural heir that much more important to push through.

“There’s something we need to talk about,” he said, hoping Roeland wouldn’t oppose to the plan.

“What?”

“Normally, I would ask you, but since you’re not in a position to make decisions, I’m just going to tell you.”

“About what?” Roeland frowned.

“I’m marrying your sister.”

Roeland stood so fast in the basin, water splashed to all sides. He stepped out and leaned into Alv’s face. “Don’t you dare to touch her!”

“But I’m not…”

“Hasn’t she suffered enough?” Roeland bellowed, his dark eyes slit with anger.


By Thor, he was insanely sexy, standing naked and wet, so near Alv could feel his damp bodily heat, water drippling from his hair and rolling alongside his tanned, chiseled cheeks. Alv couldn’t help hardening more, and needed to focus on the words that came out of Roeland’s luscious mouth to be able to answer. “She has already accepted.”

About the author

Lea Bronsen Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and dark erotic romance.  
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Coming Oct. 20

A dark erotic crime ménage by Lea Bronsen
If you like your men dangerous and dirty…
 
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  Ruthless drug lord Ricardo “El Loco” Ferrer launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, he learned to enjoy blow jobs in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to “please” the team of producers. Young wannabe actor Jaden Moore comes to a shady side of town to audition for a movie part. He longs to shine, wants to walk the red carpet with cameras flashing and a crowd cheering. He assures the film director and the investors he’ll do anything to reach the top, but is he willing to comply with their dirty fantasies?  
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Thanks so much for stopping by, Lea. :)