Snippet Saturday – it’s not what you think

A Good Man (Fina)
Now here’s one of my favorite scenes from Tangled Past — and Tabatha Scott, who made the graphic above caught the sentiment perfectly…

Tangled Past Excerpt
Copyright © 2011* by Leah Braemel

Once they were trotting down the road, Sarah tugged at Nate’s arm. “Why did you say Bandit’s mine? You bought him from Mr. McLeod. I know what you paid for him. He’s yours.”

“No, he’s yours. Always has been.”

“You can’t just give away something that valuable. And not to me, another man’s wife. What would people think?”

“Aw, hang what others think. I can give you anything I want.” He held up a hand when she started to object. “You’ve been nothing but gracious to me and Jackson, especially considering what you saw that night.”

“So this is about my silence?”

“No!” He gentled his voice. “This is about you being my best friend’s wife. Think of it as a wedding present, if it makes you feel better. Take his stud fees and put them towards whatever you want. That hat you liked, maybe.”

A wedding present. And with the stud fees Bandit could bring, she could afford more than one hat. There had to be some catch. “What do you get out of it?”

“I get the pleasure of seeing a good woman smile.”

Her eyes searched his, deep unfathomable pools that held no judgment, and no expectation of something in return. She leaned closer and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Then both Jackson and I thank you for your wedding present. You’re a good man, Nathaniel Campbell.”

 

A good man? A good man, Nate told himself,wouldn’t be jealous of his best friend. A good man wouldn’t be picturing turning his head and capturing his best friend’s wife’s mouth and kissing her senseless.

The sun hung low on the horizon by the time they returned to the Circle Star ranch. Jackson waited for them on the front porch. He strode down to meet them, lifting Sarah from the carriage.

Jackson hefted the bundle from the dress shop and tucked it under his arm while escorting Sarah into the house. Nate kept his lids lowered in an attempt to hide how he watched the gentle swing of Sarah’s skirts. It wouldn’t do to be caught ogling another man’s wife.

He hadn’t lied when he said he would have been proud to take his vows as her husband. Though it left him disturbed that he still fantasized about being in bed with Jackson, Sarah had been appearing in those fantasies lately.

Recommended Read: Sinful, sexy, mesmerizing and intoxicating. ~Lady RhyleighAll Romance eBooks Cafe

While the couple disappeared upstairs, Nate headed for the kitchen. He paused at the tiny bouquet of flowers in a cup by Sarah’s chair. Neither of them had missed the tears sparkling in Sarah’s eyes when Jackson had picked a flower the first day they were on the road and handed it to her. Though she’d not said anything, they’d both figured no one had ever given her flowers before. Each day since, Jackson had made it a habit of bringing her a flower home, sometimes delaying their return from the fields to find one.

Maybe that’s why he’d purchased the gloves she’d tried on, and that silly hat with its feather bobbing high in the air. And a heavier cloak—not a fancy one like Eliza had worn, but a serviceable one he knew would keep the wind and the rain away from Sarah. All right,and maybe he’d gone overboard by ordering three dresses special-made, but the fabrics she’d purchased were too plain, too dreary. She needed pretty things.She deserved pretty things.


Forced to marry a man she just met, Sarah McLeod clings to the hope that she’ll finally find the love and acceptance she’s always craved. But her tenuous dreams of a happy life on the frontier are in danger of being dashed by the one thing she can’t change—her husband’s love for another man. With the open frontier closing in around them, is Nate’s suggestion of a permanent threesome their path to happiness? Or will others destroy what they’ve found together?

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Snippet Saturday – Tangled Past

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She wasn’t quite sure what let me in meant, but she leaned forward, resting a hand on his shoulder. After quickly wetting her lips, she leaned closer. She didn’t immediately kiss him; instead, she hovered, enjoying his breath on her cheek, and the way his eyes closed, his lashes dark against his sun-ripened skin. The exotic pipe tobacco the man at the next table had been smoking still clung to his clothes, but beneath it, Jackson smelled of the soap he’d used when they’d cleaned up before dinner. And of something else, something warm and spicy.

With a groan, he closed the distance between them and caught her mouth. She gasped when his tongue swept across the seam of her lips. The moment her lips parted, his tongue darted inside, bringing with it a taste of the coffee he’d had. Is that what he’d meant by let him in?

He drew away, his breathing as heavy as hers. “Let’s get you out of the rest of this rig.”

He made short work of the hooks and eyes her fingers had fumbled with when she’d dressed that morning. Her skirt pooled at her feet, joined shortly by the metal rings of her crinoline.

She would have been fine if he hadn’t rested his hands on her hips and drawn her against him. The only thing separating her from the hard length resting against her belly was the thin cotton of her chemise and his trousers. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop from stiffening in his arms.

“Don’t you worry. We’re gonna take this real slow tonight. ” He made a soothing sound and returned to just kissing her. Even under such a simple attention, Sarah became aware of sensations rising in her body she’d never felt before. The way the chemise rasped against her nipples. The strange pulses heating her belly. Lower. Of how her body softened, how her breasts grew heavy, how each breath was hard to draw even without the corset confining her.

He stole another gasp from her when his hand cupped her breast, his thumb toying with the nipple the way she’d seen Nate playing with Jackson’s the night before. The tips hardened into buds and he lowered his head over her breast. Never had she imagined the pleasure that poured through her when he captured the peak with his mouth. Heat from the tip through her belly and into the crevice between her thighs. Once again he made that soothing noise, the rumble from his chest accentuating the steady beat of his heart. Then he shifted so she lay on her back, staring up at him. Supporting himself on one elbow, he stared down at her, his eyes dark in the soft light, unfathomable. Callused fingers skimmed over her knee, up her thigh, then inward.

Her eyes opened wide, and she arched into the pillow with a gasp when his fingers slipped beneath the fabric and touched parts no man had ever dared touch.

“Sssh, stop thinkin’ so hard and let yourself feel,” he whispered.

Feel? How did she feel? Scandalous. Wanton.

Beautiful.


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Copyright © 2011 by Leah Braemel

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Snippet Saturday – Insights to a cowboy’s soul

How about a snippet of Jake and Paige from No Accounting for Cowboys. I love this scene because it’s where she starts to really see into who he is, something his family hasn’t seen even when he’s standing right in front of them…

Copyright © 2014 by Leah Braemel

She climbed off the quad and stretched before picking her way over the rough ground from the old shoreline to where the water now lapped a good eighteen feet away.

NAFC_200x300“The drought’s hit us hard.” Down boy, he told his erection. There was no way he was going to get her into bed this early, and not a chance in hell he was going to take her right here. Though maybe one day he’d bring her back and seduce her. Or maybe she’d seduce him. Yeah, like the thought of her riding him was going to help his hard-on deflate. “It’s going to take more than a good rain to get this back up to where it was.”

“How much of it goes to irrigate your crops?”

Oh shit. Don’t tell him she’d been listening to the locals who begrudged them the lake. “We use some of it. But we have to get a permit from the State for any irrigation. Even though the lake’s completely on our property, they still strictly regulate us.”

She continued walking along the edge, so he trailed her. A herd of white tails, including a ten point buck, ranged along the hillside below. The stag had raised his head and watched them carefully.

He hunkered down and picked up a handful of soil, sifted it through his fingers. “It takes work to keep it healthy, not just irrigation but fertilizing, rotating crops. Even rotating the cattle through the pastures so they don’t overgraze.”

“You really love this place, don’t you? Your whole face lights up when you talk about it.”

Not many people got him like Paige did. And she’d picked up on it so quickly. He nodded. “It’s like I’m connected to it. It’s in my veins.” The first glint on the far hill caught his eye. His timing had been perfect. “This is what I brought you down to see.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her back against his chest and rested his chin on top of her head. Another degree of movement from the sun as it lowered and…there.

Beams of sunlight reflected off the mansion, scattering over the valley. As he always did when he stood here in the afternoon, he wondered if the architect had planned the angle of the windows to catch the sun’s rays the way they did or if it had been serendipity.

Paige gasped. “It’s breathtaking. The way the sun glints off the windows, it’s like the entire top of the hill is crystal.”

There’s family, love, hope, endings, and new beginnings, everything that will have anyone with a romantic heart cheering in the end. ~ Lace, BlackRaven’s Reviews

Exactly. And finally. Finally someone saw it the way he did. Ben had never managed to open his eyes long enough to see the beauty of the way the building had been set into the side of the hill, how it blended into the surroundings. Only seeing the bleak fortress-like presentation Gram’s architect had deliberately presented for outsiders to see.

“I used to sneak away after dinner and come down here. When the sun is low on the horizon, and the sky is all red and gold, reflected in those big windows, and in the lake, it’s like the whole valley is on fire.”

It Felt So Right

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Recommended Reada sexy read that sizzled off the pages…well penned with twists and turns that added intrigue to a strong cast of characters. There’s family, love, hope, endings, and new beginnings, everything that will have anyone with a romantic heart cheering in the end. ~ Lace, BlackRaven’s Reviews

Jake Grady loves Bull’s Hollow ranch and all the challenges and hard work it entails. But the past year hasn’t been easy—his father’s good name has been tarnished, and new financial problems are threatening to destroy everything the Gradys have built. Performing live under a stage name has become his escape, a way of blowing off some serious steam.

Accountant Paige Reynolds found Jake’s guitar-playing alter ego intriguing, but her connection with the real Jake sends her attraction into overdrive. When she’s summoned to make order out of the chaotic paper trail at Bull’s Hollow, he sets her world a-rocking—both in bed and out. But Paige has a plan; she’s determined to create her own path for the future, but is soon left scrambling for firmer ground.

Good news about Jake’s potential singing career is followed by the revelation of another family secret, one that has him questioning whether he belongs at Bull’s Hollow at all. But leaving the ranch would mean leaving his family…and Paige. How much is he willing to give up for a real shot at fame?


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Uncomfortable with everyone at the surrounding tables watching him, Jake Grady slid around the curve of the seat and deeper into the shadows. Damn Cam and his machinations for not telling him they were here to sing, not just to have dinner. Especially since he knew Jake didn’t like singing this close to home. All he needed was for one of the damned videos to end up on YouTube. Or worse, on someone’s Facebook page. Around here there were too many who might be friends of friends whose photos might end up on his brothers’ timeline.

The new position let him see more of Paige that had previously been hidden by the table. His gaze skimmed down her appreciatively. She wasn’t the type he normally went for, not that he had a type. From her thick, black hair with candy-floss pink tips draped over her shoulders to the tiny diamond nose stud that he’d not been able to see from a distance. Her black shirt accentuated her luscious curves. He had no doubt her leather pants would hug a fantastic ass.

Serious brown eyes, the color of an aged cognac, met his. “Like what you see?”

“Yup.” He hooked his elbows over the back of the seat and stretched out. “Do I meet with your approval?”

Her gaze skimmed down him, leaving a trail of “I wish it was your fingers touchin’ me darlin’” thoughts on Jake’s skin. Amusement twinkled in bright sparks against the warm brown velvet of her eyes.

She cupped her hands beneath her chin, staring at him over them. A tattoo on her wrist—an ornate skeleton key with some writing beneath it—peeked out from beneath a thick leather bracelet. “The outside package is nice, but I prefer to get to know a person before I make any judgments.”

“And what would a guy have to do to make you want to get to know him better? I’m guessing buying you a nice dinner and plying you with compliments might set off your bullshit meter?”

She laughed, a lighter sound than he’d expected, though it didn’t last near long enough. “Busted. I’ve gotta give you credit, Jake, you hardly even looked at that waitress. Most guys wouldn’t have noticed me with her around.”

“Then you’ve been hanging out with the wrong type of guy.” Their loss.


By the way, while the books are in the same world, you can read the stories independently. They each contain a different couple with their own Happy-Ever-After at the end of the book.