Leah Braemel - Private Property

No inch of her escaped his attention. Where downstairs his lovemaking had been with a fierce desperation, now he took the time to caress her, to worship every part of her body. Every place he touched ignited until her blood boiled and her skin was ready to burst into flames.

When his fingers dipped deep into her heat, she arched into his touch. The rhythmic pounding of the shower on her skin was no match for the conflagration he fanned deep within her.

By the time he slid into her, Jodi was sure the smoke alarms would go off and the fire trucks would scream down the lane.

The water had long since gone cold, and they’d moved from the shower to the bed when Mark wrapped an arm around Jodi, tugging her back against him.

“I’m thinking we should look for a house in the Mid Cities, maybe Grapevine. One with lots of bedrooms.” His hand drifted to her belly. “And then I’m going to install a security system rivaling Fort Knox. After all, I can’t have anyone else getting their hands on my private property.”

About the Author

The only woman in a houseful of men, Leah often takes refuge in her office in an effort to avoid the dishes and dust bunnies. Writing about hunky heroes and hot sex is so much more rewarding than housework.

To learn more about Leah, please visit www.leahbraemel.com. Send an email to Leah at leah@leahbraemel. com or join her Yahoo! group to join in the fun with other readers as well as Leah at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Leah_Braemel.

If you like Mark and Jodi’s story, you can read how they first started their relationship in First Night, a free download on www.thesamhellion.com/ebooks.htm

Look for these titles by Leah Braemel

Coming Soon:

Wild Oats, Book 2

Dolan Crane would love to hate the beautiful new veterinarian who’s horning in on his territory. It’s tough when the flame-haired fantasy come true makes his body burn with just a smile. The smart thing to do is forget about her, so perhaps a threesome arranged by his old college buddy is just what he needs to get her out of his head.

Divorcee Tracy Marx has followed her restless feet to Santa Ysabel to start a new practice-and maybe find someone to take her outside the boundaries of vanilla sex. Instead she finds trouble in the form of a cowboy whose dark, sexy gaze lights her up-and could also destroy any chance of success. The best thing to do is stay far, far away from him.

When Dolan shows up for the promised night of fantasy, he’s shocked to find Tracy has traded her medical bag for a leather bustier and bondage gear. Tracy would like nothing better than to slap that smirk right off Dolan’s face, but the prospect of being sandwiched between two men is impossible to resist-even if one of them is her adversary.

Besides…no one calls her chicken.

Warning, this title contains the following: Ride-me-cowboy sex, hot, explicit mйnage scenes, light bondage, graphic language, and a heated romp in the hay.

Enjoy the following excerpt for Title:

As the music ended, Tracy Marx stepped out of the cowboy’s arms. Damn. What was his name? Was it John? Paul? George? Ringo? A silent chuckle tickled her throat.

With a sultry expression, he smiled down at her, sliding his palms up her bare arms. “How about another dance?”

“Dance?” She glanced at him not really seeing him. Shamefully, her mind wandered to another-one who’d left her wanting with a single look. The flame had sparked again when their eyes had met once more.

The whole time they’d sashayed across the floor all she could think of was the dark-haired cowboy who appeared out of nowhere. Even when Tom-yes, Tom was his name-had suggested they find a quieter place to talk all she could think of was blue-black hair and eyes dark as the night.

She scanned the room in search of her mystery man. Disappointment hit her hard when the spot where he had last stood was vacant. Reluctantly, she drew her attention back to Tom and his question. “Can’t. Promised the next dance to-”

Crap. Forgot that guy’s name too. She never had problems with her memory. Guess she had too much on her mind tonight.

The stout cowboy she had met earlier sidled up to her. “Charles,” he said slipping an arm around her waist to pull her back firmly against his body. “My turn.”

Tom stiffened. His brows tugged down into a scowl. For a moment, she thought he might raise a ruckus.

Men were gutsier then she remembered. They could be so primitive. Give them a drink or two and they became throwbacks from the Stone Age, fighting to resolve all their disagreements.

Tracy released a pent-up breath when Tom finally tipped his hat. “Later, sweetheart.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Charles whispered in her ear.

Her equilibrium was shot to hell when he twirled her around and into his embrace. His feet immediately started to move to the quick beat of the music. Lightheaded, she missed the first step, but caught the next one to glide across the floor. He held her confidently, guiding her into each move easily.

“So, little lady, where you from?”

Little? She was five-eight, one or two inches shorter than him. Judging by his solid build the man was a bull-rider. Of course, she’d been wrong before. “Nebraska,” she answered.

Tracy wasn’t prepared when Charles abruptly spun her twice, drawing her firmly against him on the final spin. But it was the knee wedged between her legs that made her attention perk up. He rubbed his thigh up hers. The large bulge in his jeans pressed against her abdomen was difficult to miss. The man was aroused. He ground his hips to hers emphasizing the point before giving her a devilish grin.

Good ol’ Charlie expected a reaction, but she wasn’t biting. Not my type. Besides she was just here to burn off some energy. Tomorrow was a big day for her.

Yeah. He might give her a good ride, but she was looking for something more, someone who could ignite a fire inside her with just a look. Someone like the cowboy she’d exchanged glances with before hitting the dance floor. Her thoughts wandered back to a pair of dark eyes. The bad boy persona the dark-haired cowboy wore screamed excitement and adventure. That’s what she wanted-hungered for.

A light kiss pressed to her neck brought her back to the man that held her. “I’ve never seen you here before. Visiting?” His voice deepened as he rubbed his cheek against hers. The scent of sandalwood was strong. She preferred the light spicy scent of the dark-haired cowboy. It left her speechless and horny.

What was she saying? She didn’t even know the guy.

“Yes. No.” Truthfully, she wasn’t sure. Her uncle had promised to help her establish a business in Santa Ysabel. Back in Omaha her mother had agreed to watch Sheldon until she found a home and babysitter. Again her chest squeezed.

It had been nine months since her sister’s unexpected death. Shelly had been thrown from a horse. Her head had struck the only rock in the field. Tracy’s ex hadn’t appreciated becoming a parent so soon, but she had no alternative. Her mother had enough health problems of her own. Lois Marx had a bad heart. Besides Tracy was Sheldon’s godmother and she loved the three-year-old as if he were her own. Leaving Nebraska was a new start for both of them.

Charles chuckled. “Which is it?”

“What?” Blinking hard, she tried to recall what he asked. She had shit for a memory tonight. What she needed to do was pull herself together, but it was difficult when she had so much on her mind. Other than college, she’d never been this far away from home, never been alone. Even married she had lived only a mile away from home.