Contractor Max Moretti knows that once he turns over the keys on his latest project, he and his business partner Noah McNaughton will have to say goodbye to shy but sexy house flipper, Hayley O’Connell. Something neither he nor Noah are ready for. When Max overhears Hayley discussing a ménage fantasy, Max wonders if she’s the woman they’ve always wanted. With Noah’s help, Max constructs a plan to see if their attraction is mutual.

Being sandwiched between the two sexy construction workers introduces Hayley to pleasure she’d never known before, but watching the two men care for each other quickly becomes an addiction. An addiction that both intrigues and overwhelms her.

One passion-filled night turns into two, and Max and Noah find themselves faced with a bigger challenge than revealing their sexy secrets to Hayley—convincing her that forever is better with three.

“sensual and sexy…a beautiful story of three people finding and accepting love”
~Slick Reads, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews


“a definite must read for any romance lover….I just couldn’t put this book down.” ~ Terri, Night Owl Reviews


Unashamed is 40,000 words long, or approximately 115 pages.

Unashamed was originally part of the Hunks, Hammers and Happily Ever Afters bundle which is no longer available. It has since been expanded by approximately 5,000 words (includes three new chapters.)

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While the characters have the same names and the title is the same, this novella bears no resemblance to the original short story in the print anthology Northern Heat.  


copyright © 2015 Leah Braemel

Before she could respond, the DJ came on to announce the first dance between the bride and groom and they turned to watch.
Noah stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. This was a man comfortable with public displays of affection. His breath was warm when he leaned in to whisper, “You know Max would say you’re wearing that dress backward.”

Heads turned as she laughed. “He totally would.” She twisted in his arms to wrap her arms around his neck. “I’m so glad I’m with you tonight, Noah. I was afraid this would turn into a real drag.”

The air between them crackled with heat. His voice was husky as he replied, “I’m glad I’m here with you too.”

When the other couples joined the rest of the wedding party on the dance floor, Noah tilted his head toward the others. “Dance with me?”

Her body reacted when his thigh brushed hers, and again when his hand stroked her spine. Even despite the crowds around them, she wanted Noah to slip his hand lower, to have her whole body skin-to-skin against his.

She stomped on his foot, only then realizing the song had switched from the slow dance to a semi-fast number. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

He tilted his head as if he were trying to see into her thoughts.
“Oh? What are you thinking about?” Though his lips had quirked into a smile, his eyes were serious. “Whether you’ll ask me to drive you back to your place? Or mine?”

It would be safer to answer “my place” but the temptation to throw caution aside and be swept away in passion between Noah and Max was overwhelming. But it could ruin your reputation. “I was thinking about…Sophia, that’s all.”


Noah made one of those masculine noises in the back of his throat that she found so sexy. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Are you sure you aren’t imagining the two of us in bed together? Or maybe the three of us?”

She stepped on his foot again. Thank heavens for the dim lighting that would hide her blush. Someone bumped into her—hard—giving her the perfect excuse to hurry off the dance floor. Noah caught her hand and led her past their table and continued on out of the library. He didn’t slow down until they were out of the castle and standing on the balcony overlooking the grounds where yet another wedding reception was taking place in the greenhouse. The evening was hot, the air filled with the scent of fresh cut grass and the masses of flowers filling the gardens.

As much as her body was down with the plan, her head took more convincing. What if they saw a threesome as a one-time event and once the night was finished, she’d never see them again? Or as nothing more than a business relationship. She could fall in love with them—either of them—both of them—so easily. While she didn’t give a crap what other people thought, she’d met Max’s family—his big noisy Italian Catholic family—and there was no way either the elder Morettis would look kindly on a woman who slept not only with her son but Noah at the same time. It would sour their acceptance of Noah too.

He placed his thumb beneath her chin and lifted it until she looked at him. “No pressure, okay? But we want you to think about it. Max and I both care for you. No one would ever learn about it from us, so your reputation will be safe in our hands. But I won’t deny we’ve talked about sharing you before this. That for the last week, I’ve gone to bed every night thinking about what it would be like to have you between us in my bed.”

Oh hell, now she had that image in her head, she’d never be able to get it out.

“You’re thinking about it too, aren’t you?” He leaned closer, placing his lips against her ear. “You’re thinking about what it would be like to be stretched out on the bed, naked, kissing me while Max goes down on you. You’re thinking about what it would be like to alternate between our cocks while you blew us. How it would feel to wake up every morning sandwiched between us. To be the center of our world.”
She wanted to be that woman between them. She wanted the heat, the attention, the unrelenting pleasure they’d bring her. Damned straight she was picturing the three of them together.

He cupped her jaw. “We’d treat you right, Hayley. You can trust us.”

Her gaze strayed beyond him to where one of the other bridesmaids was hurrying toward her. “Hayley, Sophia’s going to throw the bouquet.”

He held her in place. “When you’re ready, say the word.”

“I’m ready,” she whispered. “I want to go back to your place. Tonight.”

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