Snippet Saturday _ Men (and Kisses) Hotter Than Flame


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I’m not surprised by how smokin’ hot this set is nor am I surprised by how well written and awesome these short stories are, so have a fire extinguisher nearby as you read because these ladies aim to set your panties on fire!”

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Feeding the Flames
Copyright © 2014 Leah Braemel

“Wait a minute. Do you really think you can just show up and drop that type of bombshell and then walk away and leave me hanging? Not a chance, bud.” She tugged on his collar and stepped backward, leading him to the back of the diner. After pausing to flip off the remaining lights, she resumed their trek toward the rear exit. Well, she’d intended to. They’d made it as far as her office when Zac banded her wrists with one hand, dragged them above her head and pressed her against the wall with his body. With her trapped, he captured her mouth.

Even her most erotic fantasy hadn’t prepared her for his kiss.

Her eyes drifted closed so she could concentrate on the pure sensation. From the hardness of his chest pressing against her, holding her in place, and his breath on her skin, to the soft prickle of his stubble on her cheek. That he was showing a side of himself she’d never seen before was just as erotic. She’d seen him playful before, but there was an intensity to him, as if carefully stoked embers had ignited.

His long fingers slipped to the back of her neck. A quick tug and her apron sagged to her waist. Cool air from overhead brushed bare skin as he unbuttoned her shirt. The heat of his touch as he pushed the fabric aside caused her nipples to harden into tight buds.

Feeding the Flames is knock your bobby socks off sexy and worthy of a happy ending (and when you read it you’ll understand both those references)! ~ Slick Reads, Guilty Pleasure Reviews

He released his grip on her wrists and shoved her bra beneath her breasts, the fabric rasping over her sensitive nipples. She lost herself in how his eyes were now nearly black with desire.

His groan rumbled through her chest. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to see these?”

As long she’d wanted him to touch them? Why had she settled for Bill when she should have admitted to Zac she was attracted to him back in high school? All those wasted years.

Her knees trembled when he cupped her breasts, his long fingers toying with the hard buds. Between the kissing and his attention to her breasts, her body heated and softened.

Free of restraint, she brought her hands down, gave into the need to thread her fingers through the silky strands of his hair. It was just how she’d expected it to feel. And this wasn’t a fantasy, wasn’t a dream. She leaned in to resume the kiss, only to have him pull away.

“Behave.” Once again he banded her wrists with one hand and hauled them above her head.

The command in his tone had her immediately obeying. Strange, considering she usually balked whenever someone tried to take over. “But I want to touch you.”

“Kitten, you touch me right now and I’ll go off like a bottle rocket.”

Huh. Who knew she had such power over him?


Snippet Saturday — is it getting hot in here?

SS-Flames-medium-bannerFeeding the Flames

part of the Five Alarm Alpha bundle

Copyright © 2014 Leah Braemel

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“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to be more than just friends with you, Zac.”

“I want you to be absolutely sure about this, Tabby.” He stepped back from her, as if he realized he might be crowding her. “Now’s your last chance to say no.”

“Stop this.” She pressed a finger against his lips. “You’ve always been the Barnett Springs Champion Overthinker. And yes, I’m absolutely sure about this. I’d rather find out for sure if it won’t work than wait for you the rest of my life, wondering what might have been.”

She met his gaze, allowing him to search her eyes, but lost herself in the sapphire blue of his. What would his face look like when she took his cock in her mouth? As he pressed himself inside her? When he came?

Maybe her fantasies showed in her eyes and convinced him she was serious because he stepped back with a single nod. “All right. I’ll pick you up here on Saturday. Say, around six?”

“Wait a minute. Do you really think you can just show up and drop that type of bombshell and then walk away and leave me hanging? Not a chance, bud.” She tugged on his collar and stepped backward, leading him to the back of the diner. After pausing to flip off the remaining lights, she resumed their trek toward the rear exit. Well, she’d intended to. They’d made it as far as her office when Zac banded her wrists with one hand, dragged them above her head and pressed her against the wall with his body. With her trapped, he captured her mouth.

Even her most erotic fantasy hadn’t prepared her for his kiss.


Note:  The Five Alarm Alpha bundle was loaded onto iTunes, and it was up for sale until yesterday morning, when it inexplicably disappeared. We are working on getting it back up for sale…

Five Alarm Alphas releases today!


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I’m thrilled that my novella Feeding the Flames is out today as part of the Five Alarm Alpha bundle.  I’d originally started plotting and writing it back in 2012, but because I was about to sign the Grady Legacy contract, I stuck it away in a proverbial bottom drawer knowing that “one day” I’d get back to it and polish it off. So when the lovely and talented Lexxie Couper invited me to be in the bundle and mentioned firefighters, I knew exactly what story I could use.

I love friends to lovers stories — that moment when the embers between two long-time friends sparks into something more, into something intense and hot and long-lasting.

Feeding the Flames

Sometimes your soulmate has been right in front of you their whole life. It shouldn’t take almost losing them to find them.

Returning to her hometown of Barnett Springs after escaping a lacklustre marriage, chef Tabatha Morgan thought her school girl crush on firefighter Zac Buchanan would have died out long ago. Imagine her surprise and delight when Zac walks in the door to her diner and those slumbering embers flare to life. Trouble is, life with Zac means more than just Zac’s smokin’ hot attention in the bedroom— because the real-life smoke, flames and danger of his job are more than she can handle.


Copyright © 2014 Leah Braemel

Even if he didn’t like country music, Zac would have loved the Dirt Road Graduates for getting Tabatha up in her seat, playing music that had her dancing her great, big heart out. Since they’d first taken the stage, she hadn’t stopped smiling. Although, come to think of it, she’d been smiling ever since he’d kissed her goodbye the morning after he’d gone back to the diner and asked her to take him to the concert.

He’d spent last night at her apartment too, stopping off at the diner on the premise of checking what time he should pick her up tonight.

Come to think of it, he’d been smiling a lot too.

With a woot and a pumped fist in the air, she wiggled her behind to the next song, which had the creepy old guy behind them ogling her. Hell, most of the guys in the rows behind them were checking her out. Damned if the woman didn’t have moves worthy of a stripper.

Jake Grady whipped the crowd into a frenzy. If he’d thought Tabatha was psyched up before, as this guy sang she practically vibrated in excitement. She wasn’t the only one. The whole stadium pulsed from the stamping feet and clapping hands. Pity they couldn’t bottle that type of enthusiasm—it would solve the world’s energy crisis.

But for tonight he only had eyes for Tabatha. For the way her hair danced over her shoulders, and the bright smile she flashed at him, as she checked to make sure he was having an equally good time. Just like her.

“Don’t just stand there. Dance with me.” She caught his hand and pulled him into the aisle. As she did, the music slowed.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Zac wrapped his arms around her waist and swayed against her. “I think I forgot to tell you how beautiful you are tonight.”

“Sweet talker.”

Unable to resist, he bent down and touched his lips to hers in what he’d intended to be a fleeting kiss. Except she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down for a another, this one deeper, longer. Dear God, she tasted of the caramel apple he’d bought her when they’d first arrived, along her own sweetness.

Also in the bundle:

Lexxie Couper: Combustible: Arson investigator, Desmond Russell is the best in Australia. Cool, calm and collected, nothing ruffles him. Until he meets Outback fire brigade captain, Jess Montgomery, a woman who ignites all his sexual desires. The initial spark will engulf them both…but will their hearts survive the inferno?

Delilah Devlin: Wet DownOut with the old, in with the new… Or so Sherry Thacker thinks. Problem is, her ex is always on her mind—shirtless, sweaty, sooty, and way too handsome—and right across the street. When a “Wet Down” ceremony to retire an old fire truck is planned by the city council to raise funds for the firehouse, she has to put aside her hurt and anger and do her job. Blake Thacker wants his wife back—in the house they shared, in their marriage bed. Still confused how Sherry’s becoming mayor managed to drive a wedge between them, he’ll use whatever means necessary to win her back. Sex is always best served WET.

Marie Harte: Two to Spark:  When a psychic predicts that a faulty toaster, a black cat, and the wrong address will bring Cooper together with Ms. Right, he shrugs off the notion as crazy. But before long, fate has something else in store for the sexy firefighter when a spark of attraction ignites into true love.

FiveAlarmAlpha_final_400x667Desiree Holt: Controlled Burn: Montana Wade was home after writing off the past ten years of her life, but she needed one more night of courage before she faced her family. Boone Crider, hotshot firefighter, was burned out form the rash of malicious fires. They thought one night as strangers would cure them both, but the fire they started between them soon became a barely controlled burn.

Lissa Matthews: Up in Smoke: Half-brothers, Josh and Jay, share everything from a house, to a love of curvy, older women. So when their dream woman accidentally sets her kitchen on fire, they ride to her rescue, sirens blaring, promising to kindle flames that may never be extinguished.

Cari Quinn: Rekindled: Some blazes refuse to be contained. It’s been months since ex-firefighter Katie Kemp has spoken to her former lover and squad mate, Dash Carlton. But when a late night drive down memory lane leads her to a small fire at Dash’s house, she realizes she’s not willing to turn her back on the hottest flame of her life.

Shelli Stevens: Into the Fire: Shannon has always prided herself on holding her own in the male dominated field of firefighting. She likes to be in control. Until she strikes a bargain with a sexy man from her past who makes her give it all up in the bedroom.


Invited party signDon’t forget, the authors in the bundle, along with a few special guests, are hosting a party over on Facebook to celebrate today’s release. There are contests with prizes, so if you have a chance, stop in. We’ll be there from 9 a.m. eastern to 9 p.m. eastern.

Snippet Saturday – Feeding the Flames


Feeding the Flames
Part of the Five Alarm Alpha boxed set, coming November 7th

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© 2014 Leah Braemel

“You’re pretty bossy considering I’m your boss.” Not that she begrudged Shannon for calling her on her shit. Tabatha lined up the six to-go paper cups in a line and began filling them. “Sorry, I’m distracted today.”

Shannon snorted. “Yeah, I saw you talking with Mr. Hot Shot over there. Make my day and tell me you grew a set and finally asked him out.”

FiveAlarmAlpha_final_400x667It had taken less than two days    after her return to Barnett Springs for Shannon to call Tabatha on her Zac obsession. Tabatha sighed. “I don’t have to. He’s not interested in me.”

“Come on, girl. I’m tired of your excuses about needing to get the diner up and running, and or how you need to get settled first. The diner’s doin’ fine, and from what I saw of your apartment, there’s not a box left to be unpacked. So it’s time for you to get off your ass, march yourself over there, and take the stud by the horn.” She eyed Zac. “Or with that man, by the long horn.”

“Cut me some slack will you? Zac pretty much came right out and said he’s not interested in me.”

“Oh hon. Are you sure you didn’t just misinterpret what he said?”

“I don’t see any other interpretation for him arranging for me to go on a date with another guy, do you?”

Shannon stared at her, her mouth open. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”

“Unfortunately no.” She pulled the tickets from the apron’s pocket and shoved them in Shannon’s face. “Get this—he gave me these tickets and told me I should ask Quinn out because Quinn’s been sweet on me but too shy to ask me out himself. Can you believe it? Like Quinn has ever not said exactly what he thought. ”

“Oh, hon. Why didn’t you take ’em and shove them in his coffee?”

She’d wanted to, though his coffee mug wouldn’t have been her first choice of insertion site. “Believe me, I was tempted.”

“So instead you asked Quinn, just like a good little girl, didn’t you?”

“I like Quinn.” Even though he was only three years older than her, he’d been like a big brother. Sliding over to give her a seat on the bus when no one else would—sometimes being the last one picked up on a bus route sucked. Then there was the time a senior with an entitlement issue had flicked his lighter in an attempt to set her hair on fire because she had turned him down for a date; it had been Quinn leading the charge to teach that asshat a lesson. Except, like Zac, he hadn’t shown anything but a protective big brother side to her all these years. “Besides, I couldn’t have afforded the tickets myself and we’ll have a good time.”

Plus she would have eaten dirt to see the Dirt Road Graduates again. While she’d thrown that comment about Jake Grady in to tweak Zac’s tail, it wasn’t far from the truth. Pity he’d gone and married an accountant. Or manager. Or whatever she was.

“So go out with him. It’s just one date.” Shannon glanced over at the duo. “A girl could do worse. Or are you trying to tell me you’re not thinking of what it would be like to have him on top of you in bed at the end of the night?”

It hadn’t been Quinn she’d been picturing in her bed all these nights. “It’s not like I need a guy in my life right now. I mean, you’re right. Both about the diner being in shape and my apartment too.” Not that she’d brought much back home with her to unpack. “I’m happy. I don’t need a man in my life.”

Especially one who wasn’t interested in her. She’d spent the past five years in one of those relationships and she’d vowed never again. The next guy she hooked up with would have to rock her world. Preferably starting by leaving dents in the plaster behind her headboard.

“Of course you don’t, hon.” As Tabatha filled the last cup, Shannon added cream or sugar as needed, and snapped a lid on it. “But guys do have their good points. Of course, it’s usually between their legs, and those points are usually only good for about five minutes, until they change direction from north to south, but sometimes it’s nice to have the real thing instead of a B.O.B.” Shannon cast a quick glance over her shoulder at Quinn and Zac, who were digging through their wallets to pay the ticket. “And honey, as much as I love Dave, I’d take either of those men in a heartbeat if they asked me to join ’em. Hell, I’d take ’em both at the same time if they asked.” She chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind seeing their hoses in action.”

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