Welcome Lea Bronsen

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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!


Fight evil with evil.

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 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.

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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It’s the start of a new month. I haven’t done much in the way of writing, which sucks. I would prefer to be writing but I’m not. I started National Novel Writing Month but stopped a few days ago. It was a new story and I just wasn’t getting it. Could I really dedicate twenty nine more days on a project I wasn’t invested in?

New Release

The Wolf and her Mate, book #3 in The Coldwater Pack is out in the world.

All Aubrey Tull wanted to do was settle down with her mate, Liam Willingham, but he was determined to fight the mating bond. The night he left the pack destroyed a part of her, and she became determined to find out who she was without him.

University should have been a step in the right direction—but that was before her mating heat kicked in. One night out at a club with her friends brings her the unwanted attention of the Joy brothers. She ends up putting them into the hospital and gets herself behind bars.

Liam thought he was doing the right thing when he left the pack. He wasn’t good enough for Aubrey, and he didn’t expect to live through the illness that racked him. Aubrey was too young, too innocent, for that kind of burden. Now he’s recovered, but then Henri tells him she’s been arrested. Liam’s probably the last person she wants to see, but in the end he’s the only one who can help her.

Unfortunately, the Joy brothers aren’t finished with Aubrey…


Liam moved his arm enough to peek out from underneath it. A man with dark red hair, almost black, stood by the door, and looked around the room in obvious disgust. The effect of being in the presence of his Alpha made his wolf cower. Being in the presence of his best friend overruled the natural urge. He readjusted his arm and closed his eyes. “How did you find me?”

“You weren’t hiding.” Henri walked across the room, and Liam sensed the movement to take his bottle. A growl rumbled in his chest, but it was for show. If it came to a fight Henri would hand him his ass, and he knew it. “I need a fucking drink. Where do you keep them?”

“Fridge. I buy these things in bulk.” As Henri turned away, Liam risked another look at him. Another reason he couldn’t pursue Aubrey. They’d been best friends close to forever. What idiot went after his best friend’s little sister? Even when she turned eighteen? “Aren’t you on parental duty? How’s the rug-rat?” He caught the grimace which crossed his friend’s face and frowned, sitting up. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

Henri didn’t say anything until he retrieved the bottle and sat down next to him with a huff. He twisted the cap off and took a long swig from it, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “Alexa is an angel. It’s Brey who’s the problem.”

“Brey? You didn’t have twins and forget to mention it, did you?”

He shook his head. “Brey would be the name Aubrey likes to go by since you ripped her heart out and ground it into dust under your boot.” He took another drink and grimaced. “Damn, this is terrible.”

Guilt twisted in the pit of Liam’s stomach. “Nothing happened with her, Henri, I swear. No lines were crossed.” He dropped his own bottle to the ground with a thud and managed to sit up properly. “What happened?”

“She’s in jail. I’m tempted to leave her there for a bit to learn her lesson, but it would be a bad idea.”

The feeling of being buzzed faded quickly. “What happened?”  

“A Sheriff Taylor called me; said she was at a club when a man tried to make a move on her. Unwanted.”

“Since when does Brey go to clubs? Why is she the one who’s in jail?”

“Because she put the man who touched her and his brother into the hospital.” Henri sounded proud before he looked a little embarrassed.

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First Loves

I dropped my son off at school today, it’s my job most days and I spend the time afterwards talking to the other mums. I don’t get out much, the job and most of the things I use to enjoy…drinking… I don’t do anymore so it’s nice being able to talk or in my case a word vomit with people on the same wavelength as me.

I’m getting off subject…surprised? I’m not.

My son has a girlfriend, he’s nine and they’ve been going out for two/three years. It boggles the mind. I don’t think any of my ‘relationships’ when I was at that age lasted for that long. Relationships at this age are really sweet. His girlfriend bosses him around, not in a bad way but like telling him he needs to tie his shoelaces.

My first love was a boy called Michael, this was primary school. I remember being the year below me and he gifted me a blue fountain pen…which I think he stole. I’m not judging. It was a nice pen. All my relationships at that time last for months, maybe weeks and if I was unlucky, days. I think the Michael lasted days but I still remember him and it.

The joys of overanalysing everything.

Do you remember your first relationship?

Christmas Movies

You certainly know what you get when you sit down and watch a Christmas movie, especially the ones which have romance in them. You get the HEA, with snow, a lot of the white stuff.

Today is an odd day. I’m on holiday, even if today isn’t an official start to the holiday till tomorrow. I’ve been awake since six. Yeah, six in the morning. my son had a school trip and needed to be there early. At least the clocks went back this weekend and it was bright outside. It would have felt super weird to drop him off when it was dark. He probably wouldn’t have liked it either. He likes his sleep, he gets that trait from his dad. Speaking of the other half, he’s also at work so I’m home with a dog, who I’m severally allergic to keeping me company, it’s a long story.

Back to the point of the blog post, Christmas movies.

I started watching The Dark Side of the Moon, not a Christmas movie, unless you think time travel and killing people makes a Christmas movie. Silent Night, Deadly Night, anyone? I guess that argument doesn’t work, but there was no snow so I rule it off my list. So far I have three Christmas themed movies, The Christmas Prince and the sequel and now, as I write this, The Holiday Calendar. You know what you’re getting with movies like this. I might have overdosed on them a little.

There’s nothing scary in them, unless you count the acting . The romances are sweet and there’s nothing explicit, because why watch them when you have a habit of writing them.

I might need to watch a horror movie, you know, for the balance. Halloween is in two days, my son doesn’t have a costume and the planned Halloween event my town runs was a week earlier. I have no clue what we’ll do for it this year and I’m running out of time to come up with a plan.


I’m on holiday this week, which means I should be much more productive. Well, that’s the plan. In five days Nano is going to start and I still don’t know what I’m going to do, if I’m going to attempt an Ella story or one under my own name. At the moment I’m working on ‘The Obscura and the Wolf’ this will be #4 in ‘The Coldwater Pack’ series. Since last week I’ve been writing 500 words a day, a little like a warm up exercise for Nano, where the word count is triple that.

On Halloween, which is my favourite time of the year, ‘The Wolf and her Mate’ is being released with Evernight Publishing. Check out the awesome cover by Jay Aheer. That was supposed to be the last one in the series but then I realised that Parker, a minor character in ‘The Criminal and the Wolf’ hadn’t had his HEA.

Let it not be said that I don’t think about my characters.

I’ve also figured out how to pin a website to my task bar, so that means when I write in the morning, I’ll also update my blog. It’s time to try and get organized. At least a little. Let’s not go nuts here.

Sunday Snippet

A man had grabbed her ass. She groaned as the memory hit her anew, rubbing her eyes as if she could wipe the image out of her head. At first, she’d tried to brush the offending hand away, but he hadn’t gotten the message. And when she’d turned around a wave of alcohol hit her. His breath stank of it. She’d moved his hand again, but it was like her butt was a magnet and it drifted back, cupping it. Then he smirked. That was the last straw, and she’d punched him. She hadn’t heard but felt the precise moment his nose broke. It deflated and spread across his face. Also, blood, there had been a lot.

The Wolf and Her Mate

Out October 31st