So without further ado, let's get to know Lea!
Thank you so much, Doris, for having me on your blog!
Who hasn’t been infatuated with a sexy poster boy – actor, pop star, or football hero – even though he was unobtainable? The heroine in my Hot Model Mine series is a thriving author and hard-working mother nearing her forties. Tough, independent, and having long ago lost faith in love, she dismisses her crush on the cover model of her book to protect herself. What then can she do when that gorgeous young man surprisingly falls for her, too?
Can you tell us a bit about yourself?
I like my reads fast, hot, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, erotic contemporary romance, and dripping erotica.
What made you write ‘this’ story?
It was a combination of two things. One, I saw a series of photos from a publishing convention where romance authors were posing with the cover models of their books. I thought, what if one of these ‘couples’ actually fell in love? Wasn’t such a story plausible? A plot started to form in my head, but the hero remained vague and faceless. Then I remembered a male model I’d noticed previously, who was so handsome I’d told my author friends he deserved that one of us wrote him a book. Bang! Yushka came to life, and within the next hour, I was halfway through the first chapter!
Tell us about your cover.
Sour Cherry Designs did a really good job with this one. It is truly beautiful with all these intense colors and elegant fonts, and it captures the loving couple in the hottest, most poignant scene of the book.
Describe a typical day’s writing for us
There’s no typical day. I’ll write anywhere, anytime. My days are full. In parallel with everything else I have trotting in my head, I’m constantly playing a scene or another and write it down whenever I have a minute.
What inspires you?
Anything that happens in life. Incidents I see, or snippets of conversation I overhear on my commute. Movies, photos, books… but I’ll always strive to write something ‘original’ (yeah, that sounded original, lol).
If you weren’t a writer what would you be?
*sighs* I can’t imagine not writing. If by some misery of fate I’d have the ability to write taken from me, I’d still keep on dreaming up stories.
Do your characters ever surprise you?
Oh, yes! Half of the time, they’ll do the opposite of what I’ve had in mind. I’ve got no control over them. To give you an example, before writing chapter four, I told Yushka not to kiss Andrea just yet. “Wait a little,” I said. “She’s not ready. Give her a little time.” What do you know, the rascal went and DID it. He kissed the living daylights out of her, changing the plot upside down so I had to re-outline the next chapters completely ;)
What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?
Do never, ever give up, no matter your challenges. There is a world of readers waiting to discover YOUR story!
Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?
Oh! Good question. Hopefully, I’ll have a few more books under my belt. But I’ll be the same person, loving what I do and fighting to get what I want.
Do you have a favourite quote?
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?
Sometimes. Then I’ll edit/critique a fellow author’s work, do a little promo, or outline a different book. There’s always something on an author’s to-do list, and never enough time.
What other books can your readers look forward to?
The sequel! I’m currently writing book 2, Mine to Love, and hope to have it ready for submission by the end of the year. I also have an upcoming release, the erotica High-Risk Fever, an even steamier story than the Hot Model Mine series. Then I’m working on a psychological thriller, a monster of a project that will take me years to finish. I love writing that genre just as much as erotic romance! Lastly, I’m collaborating on a suspense romance novel with my talented author sista DC Stone J
And finally can you share the blurb and excerpt with us?
When Andrea Johnson, writing as author Cindy Vega, signed up for a Meet & Greet with the cover model of her latest book, she didn’t expect sparks to fly. Yushka is dangerously good-looking and too young for her. But their connection is instantaneous, and during a photo shoot with the two, the photographer picks up on their growing attraction. Seeing the potential for the cover photo of the century, he decides to push their comfort limits...
An assistant calls Yushka’s name. Bare-chested, the Asian hunk appears from a group of models, strolls to the spotlights, and waits in front of the camera with the confident stance of a professional.
The whole place quiets as if in awe. He’s unbelievably beautiful with his tanned, bulging muscles and washboard-abs-to-die-for. When photographer Lemaître asks him to undo his hair, a black waterfall lands on his shoulders and down his back. A few muffled feminine squeals fill the silence.
One by one, authors whose books he appears on get a few pictures taken with him in flattering positions, wrapping their arms around his back or swallowed up in his embrace, beaming like schoolgirls at their first prom.
Jealousy rips through me so violently I can barely breathe, but my time is up soon, and I hate that even more. I’m non-photogenic, and seeing pictures of myself makes me sick. I’ve chosen a sexy, black top and matching short skirt for the occasion, but looking my best doesn’t help. My stomach ties in a knot.
“Cindy Vega,” an assistant calls.
Fuck, that’s me. I’m dead.
“Go,” Laurie says, giving me a small push.
All muscles tense, I leave my safe corner and join Yushka. He greets me with a placid face, but from the warmth in his pupils, I get a feeling he’s glad to see me. Side by side, narrowing our eyes from the piercing light, we face Lemaître and wait for orders.
Damn. Being so near Yushka’s naked torso is unbearable, as is the heat from the lamps shining on us. Sweat beads roll down the sides of my chest, between my breasts. He endures, too. A thin film of sweat coats his golden skin, making it glow, but he doesn’t seem bothered.
Lemaître clears his throat. “Bon. Stand a little closer. Cindy, this is for Eden Luna Publishing’s website. Officially, we want authors happily meeting their cover models, but off the record, we want sensual, we want heat. Readers will get off seeing your pictures like they do reading your books.”
Stiff as a rod, I nod agreement. I’d half expected this. Problem is, I hate being in the spotlight with so many people watching, and I hate the notion of having my photo all over the internet.
“Sooo,” he continues, “I will ask you to just stand like this, facing me, and smile. That is all. Yushka knows what he has to do.”
Turning to my side, Yushka puts a hot hand on my stomach and the other on the small of my back. Though light, his touches destabilize me, as does the warm, musky scent sneaking to my nostrils.
“Closer,” Lemaître orders. “Bodily contact.”
Shit, I’m fucked.
The stud radiates heat as he approaches, sweaty chest sticking to my arm, heart beating against my skin. His crotch barely brushes my hip, but each pore in my body becomes acutely aware of him, on high alert. As last night’s intense arousal replays in all of me, my inner thighs clench with renewed want.
Whispers and low chuckles sound from both sides of the vast lobby. I try to forget the hundred eyes following my every move, but can’t help being distracted, bathed in full light and painfully self-conscious.
“That is better.” Like a shooting gun, Lemaître’s camera clicks and the flash blinds me repetitively. “Now, give him a smile, Cindy. You know the kind I want.”
My throat so dry I can’t speak, I turn to Yushka.
He’s very near, inches from my face, black pupils gleaming with mischief. Sweat pearls on his face, making him look sexier than ever. Long, black hairs glue to his forehead and cheeks. He smells of soap, his close shave making him look baby-faced.
Seemingly at ease, the heaving of his chest regular, he stares into my eyes. I can’t believe his confidence. Modelling is his profession, but how does he stay so fucking calm?
“You wanna give me a smile?” he whispers, warm breaths brushing my chin. Behind me, his large hand sneaks lower and palms my butt cheek. With that and his other fingers splaying on my stomach, he pulls me to him, making me feel the entire length and…hardness…of his cock on my hip.
I suck in a breath.
His lips curl up in a self-satisfied grin. “Hm, Andrea? You wanna give me a smile?”
Oh my fucking God. I can’t help but obey while my insides go up in flames.
Flashing his teeth, he kneads my ass with a strong hand and pushes his full erection against me. He knows what he’s doing, the devil. He knows slowly rubbing me with his cock turns my pussy to burning liquid.
Somewhere, a feminine gasp breaks the silence, followed by contained laughter.
“Très bien, we have a smile,” Lemaître says, camera clicking, flash shooting. “Thank you, Cindy, that will be enough. Next!”
Still grinning and holding my look, Yushka slowly backs off, leaving chillier air between us.
I’m frozen. In shock, lust, need.
“Come on, move it!” Lemaître calls. “We don’t have all day.”
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy this tale of ‘impossible’ love, dead-honest and written with my heart :-)
Oh, I'm sure I will! Thanks for stopping by Lea.
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