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    Shade Addiction
    Shade Addiction
    Shade Addiction
    Ebook67 pages54 minutes

    Shade Addiction

    By Lea Bronsen

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    Ex-boxer Mike Logan struggles to put a brutal past behind and make ends meet as a bus driver. When a young runaway settles for an all-night ride, he seizes the chance to do a good deed—get her home safely. But first, they'll drive around and talk.

    What he doesn't anticipate is that this broken night angel is also a sexy little minx needing a lot more…and not just the gentle kind.

    **NOTE: This is an expanded edition of the story previously featured in the anthology Passion, Pleasure, Pain in 2019**

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLea Bronsen
    Release dateMar 13, 2020
    ISBN9781393411789
    Shade Addiction
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    Lea Bronsen

    Award-winning 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.She's signed with Evernight Publishing, Decadent Publishing, and Insatiable Press. She has also self-published some of her works and participated in the making of several anthologies.

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      Shade Addiction - Lea Bronsen

      NOTE TO MY READERS

      THE ORIGINAL VERSION of this story was featured in the February 2019 multi-author collection Passion, Pleasure, Pain: An Anthology of Dominance and submission put together by writers who held author Doris O’Connor near and dear to their hearts.

      For those of you who thought my contribution was a little on the shorter side, I have expanded it with additional scenes that go deeper into the characters’ hearts and souls.

      I hope you enjoy the read!

      Lea

      Chapter One

      O h, my God! The high -pitched scream of a girl alerts me from the back of the bus. Stop! Stop the bus!

      I glance into the rearview mirror. My sole passenger, a young chick slumped behind a seat for about an hour, stands and points to a side window. There! she shouts, as if seeing murder. Someone’s being assaulted! Stop!

      My blood freezes. A bus driver’s route is never a routine. There’s always something happening, and no two days or nights through Portland, Maine are the same. But no training in the world can prepare you for ear-shattering screaming.

      Fuck. Pulse racing, I hit the brakes and brace for a potential impact from behind.

      Nothing.

      What the hell, I call, staring into the rearview mirror. What did she see that I didn’t?

      Well, it’s one am and too dark outside for me to follow everything that happens down side streets and in darkened alleys. My job is to focus on the road ahead and anticipate hinderance, maneuvering smoothly and effectively for my passengers’ safety and comfort.

      We’ve left the city center. This is a suburban area of warehouses, malls, two-story office buildings, and parking lots. In the night, few people are hanging, at least in the open.

      She points again, and I squint to see in the dark.

      There, on the opposite sidewalk. Movement. Silhouettes barely made visible by a distant street light, two standing over a third lying on the ground, arms raised above its head. 

      That’s it. In seconds, I’m ready to act. Call it training, call it instinct, I’m a panther on the prowl. I don’t care why these people are fighting. One is down, the others are threatening him or her, and something urges me to make sure no injustice is made. Something etched into me after I provoked a terrible accident in the past. 

      With fluid moves, I unfasten my seat belt, grab a baseball bat on the floor next to my seat, and press the OPEN button. Stay where you are, I call to the girl.

      As soon as I step out of the bus and circle its front, bat in hand, the menacing silhouettes split and run away, shoe soles tapping on the asphalt. I won’t have to use force after all.

      A small but no less satisfying feeling calms my galloping heart as I cross the street and reach the person on the sidewalk.

      At first glance, it’s an elegant woman in her mid-thirties, dress half up her thighs, livid, face frozen in shock. She stares at me as I get closer, her eyes big and darting to the bat in my hand. Can she count on me as a savior, or should she prepare for another asshole taking over the harassment?

      Aside from the immediate alarm of the situation, something’s off, my instincts tell me so. But what?

      She doesn’t say a word, just stares at me as if waiting for me to do the first move.

      You okay? I ask, stopping at her feet and lowering the bat. 

      Slowly, her eyes fill with tears, and a grimace scrunches her face. She opens her red-painted mouth, and instead of coherent words, a plaintive sob comes from deep inside. The lament of a wounded animal.

      Ah, I see what’s off. Or rather, I hear it. It’s the voice, a few octaves too low to be a woman’s. And now that I get a good look, the make-up is too flashy, the manners overly feminine as he/she pulls a lock of hair back from the forehead, and baby, those long legs bent at the knees, no matter how high or sexy the heels, belong to a man—or someone originally a man.

      Wow.

      Perplexed, I stand staring at this womanly man who sits lonely and scared on the hard asphalt of a darkened sidewalk shivering and sobbing and trying to cover his shaven legs with the too-short hem of his dress, trying to regain

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