By some very strange quirk of fate, I have planned all these guest blogging spots and had a long list of where I was going to be on other people’s blogs, and totally forgot about putting up a post on my own blog on release day. *shakes head in amusement*

I got up this morning to discover that Gizmo Guy had left a present for me on my keyboard in honor of today’s release. A pair of Australian opal earrings. He then said not to expect a present for each release. Rats! “Unless,” he continued, “it was for a New York Times Bestseller. Then I’ll buy you diamond earrings.” Aha, a challenge!

Anyway, yes, finally after me going on and on about this story since … forever … well, I guess since the sale last July anyway, Private Property is being released by Samhain Publishing today. Here’s the link to My Bookstore and More. It’s on sale this week for $3.15.

I know you’ve all seen the cover a billion times, but here it is again, along with a blurb, and I think for the first time, an excerpt.

Private Property
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Red Hots!
ISBN: 978-1-60504-368-5
Length: Novella
Price: 3.50 3.15 (this week only)
Publication Date: January 27, 2009
Cover art by Natalie Winters

Jodi Tyler has loved and lost too many times to believe in happily ever after. That’s what makes her no-strings affair with her boss so perfect—his power in bed matches his respect for her independence. Still, when he surprises her with a ménage for her birthday, her secret thrill wars with a nagging thought: Why would he so casually share her with another man?

Even though Mark Rodriguez holds Jodi at arm’s length from his heart, her self-confidence is a turn-on he can’t resist. Inviting old college buddy and future business partner Sam into their bed for one night was supposed to set free her wildest fantasy. Instead he finds the tables turned, forced to watch while Sam brings her to the height of ecstasy.

Now, Mark’s not so sure he wants to share his treasure…

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Warning: Spicy Adult content follows

Private Property
Copyright © 2008 by Leah Braemel
ISBN: 978-1-60504-368-5
Samhain Publishing, Inc.

“I’m in,” she whispered, knowing Mark was listening in the van. She wiped the sweat from the back of her neck, angling her head to catch the cool breeze rushing through the air-conditioning vent.

“You never told me how you got the security code,” she heard Mark say in the earpiece as she headed through the empty room toward the center hallway.

“I have my secrets.” That weekend she’d bribed to call in sick so she could fill in had paid off—even if it meant she’d had to scrub toilets. The work hadn’t really been hard—the new owner had only furnished four rooms so far, so there’d not been much to clean.

A smile tugging at her lips, Jodi paused at the door to the office, ensuring it was empty. Moonlight streamed between the heavy curtains that flanked the French doors and across the floor in a rectangular pattern, slanting up the bookcases lining the walls. The red power light on the cordless phone reflected in the brass base of the banker’s lamp on the desk.

Assured she was alone, she walked confidently toward the desk.

“The safe’s in the floor behind the desk,” Mark reminded her. “Figure you’ve got less than an hour to crack the safe, leave the envelope and get out before the next patrol cruises by.”

She rolled her eyes. Cruise was right—that’s all the minimum-wage cop wannabees currently providing security did for their visual inspection. Her van had been parked in the area for a week now and they hadn’t slowed down enough to read her license plate or check why she was there.

She pushed the leather office chair aside and knelt on the hardwood floor, inhaling a whiff of lemon furniture polish. The very same polish she’d applied on the weekend. Reaching beneath the desk, her fingers found the latch that would free the panel hiding the safe. Her breath left her with a whoosh when she heard the audible click.

“Got it!” she whispered, pumping her fist in the air. Now the real fun began.

Still on her knees, she reached down and swung open the square section of floor concealing the safe. A chuckle escaped her. She’d never bothered to tell Mark that during her stint as a replacement maid, she’d been assigned to dust this room. Or that she’d discovered the safe’s combination on the flip side of the leather blotter.

“Hey, Mark, start the timer—I’ll bet I can have this baby cracked in under three minutes.”

Mark’s low chuckle reverberated in her ear. “Two. Loser gets tied up and spanked.”

Jodi’s butt tightened. Spanking usually meant Mark was in the mood for ass play. Maybe she should deliberately take four minutes. No, she thought with wicked delight as she glanced at her latex covered fingers, it was time Mark got a taste of his own medicine.

“Then drop your pants, big boy, and show me your sweet ass, ’cause you’re going to get a whoopin’ tonight.”

Clenching her penlight between her teeth, she leaned over the dial of the old-fashioned safe. Then jumped when the egg started to vibrate deep inside her.

Sonuvabitch. She stopped herself from screeching. She’d completely forgotten the damned thing. Her nipples hardened into swollen buds rubbing against her cotton T-shirt while her pussy throbbed in time with the vibrations.

No way was she going to let Mark win this bet. Ignoring the vibrator as best she could, she carefully turned the dial clockwise to the first number. Heard the click as the mechanism released. One-and-a-half-turns counterclockwise. Another click. Clockwise again. Click.

Grinning, she checked her watch.

“Mark, your ass is going to be sore tomorrow,” she whispered.

A quick tug on the handle opened the safe. Her penlight’s thin beam of light illuminated a thick rope of gold with a massive ruby pendant resting upon a black velvet-covered board. A set of dangly earrings that matched the pendant and several diamond-encrusted bracelets winked back at her. A fortune in easily fenced gems and the idiot had left the combination to the safe where anyone could find it.

Shaking her head at the owner’s stupidity, she pulled out the envelope. Then froze when the sliver of light from the French door lengthened, slid beneath the desk and over the safe.

She peered beneath the knee space under the desk. The moonlight outlined the shape of a dark figure shutting the doors.

“Under two minutes, Mark, I win,” she announced as she crawled from beneath the desk. She straightened and smiled, expecting Mark to flash that sexy smile of his. She was so ready to fuck him, to have him ram his cock deep into her.

But her smile froze when the intruder took a step into the room and the moonlight gleamed off his head. His shaved head.

Not Mark.

“Welcome to my parlor, said the spider to the fly.”

Release Day – Private Property!

11 thoughts on “Release Day – Private Property!

  • January 27, 2009 at 6:27 am

    Happy Release Day!!

  • January 27, 2009 at 7:37 am

    Happy release day, my friend!

  • January 27, 2009 at 7:58 am

    Congratulations on your first release!

  • January 27, 2009 at 9:03 am

    Gizmo Guy is a prince! *swoon*

    A very Happy Release Day, Leah!

    And a very steamy excerpt, too…*fanning self*

  • January 27, 2009 at 9:21 am

    *squee*!! Happy Release Day!!

    …and it couldn’t be a better day here. I’m iced in and letting Mark, Jodi and Sam keep me warm! 😉

  • January 27, 2009 at 9:34 am

    It’s finally here. It seemed like it would never get here. Happy Release Day!

  • January 27, 2009 at 10:37 am

    Congratulations, Leah!! It was really nice of GG to make your day extra special. 🙂

  • January 27, 2009 at 2:24 pm

    Happy Release Day!! And looking forward to many more releases.

  • January 27, 2009 at 7:46 pm

    Happy Release Day…congrats on the book….you did a fantastic job

  • January 27, 2009 at 7:54 pm

    Congrats! Happy Release Day 🙂

  • January 28, 2009 at 4:43 am

    Thank you everyone. Yesterday was exciting and stressful and every emotion all wrapped into one.

    Julia, you’re right, Gizmo Guy is a prince. He even had arranged his schedule so he was in town to take me out to lunch. (Good thing it wasn’t for dinner because he ended up working four hours overtime last night.)

    Phew! As people keep reminding me, I am now a published author!

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