Private Property

Private Property

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by Leah Braemel

There’s nothing casual about this caper…

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

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There’s nothing casual about this caper…

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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Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
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Hauberk Protection , #1
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Chapter One

A deep reverberating thrum filled Jodi Tyler's chest and stroked the back of her throat with its raw promise of latent power. The unmistakable growl of a Harley. The sound bounced off the highwalled estate hugging the shores of Lake Arlington, then abruptly stopped.

She lifted the night vision binoculars and peered through the tinted windows of the surveillance van. Nothing. Deciding there was no threat from the road, she swiveled her chair back to the monitors. Her fingers flicked the switches controlling the surveillance cameras aimed at the estate. Images flashed across the monitor in rapid succession. They all showed the same thing. Nothing.

So where had the motorcycle gone?

"Must've turned off," she muttered to herself. She grabbed the black T-shirt she'd discarded earlier and blotted the sweat trickling down her neck.

Maybe the pimply teenager three doors up drove a Harley. More likely his mid-life-crisis-aged father, she thought, wiping the perspiration pooled between her breasts.

Being stuck in a stifling black van in Dallas during a heat wave was not her idea of excitement. Especially on her birthday. Which Mark had forgotten.

Or ignored.

After hinting for weeks about how she wanted to spend the night, starting with a romantic dinner at their favorite restaurant, after teasing him about the sexy negligee she'd bought, even after that stupid list of all the sexual fantasies she'd written for him, he'd still gone ahead and arranged for her to penetrate the estate tonight. Tonight!

"If he expects me to be in any sort of romantic mood when I get home, he's got rocks in his head." She plopped down in the chair with a huff."He can sleep in his own bed tonight. Alone."

She switched the monitor back to the camera aimed at the Lexus parked in front of the five-car garage. If the assistant kept to her regular schedule--and that woman was punctual to a fault--the car would soon be cruising up the drive. Which meant Jodi'd be out of this Easy-Bake Oven and into the air-conditioned estate to finish this assignment. Then she could go home and shower. Alone.

An insidious thought slithered into her mind, puncturing her self-confidence with an icy-cold needle. That's what he's planned all along--he's trying to dump you without actually having to say anything.

No, she thought, shaking her head. Mark doesn't play games like that.

How do you know? the voice whispered. Why else would he arrange for the estate to be penetrated today of all days? He's easing his way out of the affair by pissing you off, hoping you'll dump him first. And don't forget how he insisted either one of you could walk away at any point.

She leaned back in the chair, her arms folded across her chest. Easing out of a relationship had to be better than being dumped by text message the way Todd had done. "Let's just be friends."

Friends, my ass.

Would it hurt less than it had when she'd found another woman's bra under Danny's bed and been forced to endure his long, stumbling explanation? "She's softer, less demanding, you know?"

Yeah, she knew.

Permanent scars etched her heart after Jace's less-than-flattering comments about her lack of femininity when she'd graduated from the police academy. More fool her, she'd actually quit the force trying to please that asshole and he'd still dumped her.

Maybe Mark's way of easing out of a relationship was better. Maybe it would hurt less. She rubbed the heel of her hand over the ache in her heart. Who was she kidding? Despite agreeing with Mark that the affair wouldn't be long term, she'd fallen in love with him anyway. If he was breaking up with her, she was soon going to feel like her skin had been stripped off layer by layer.

When a branch snapped behind the van, interrupting her pity fest, she grabbed her gun from the console and headed to the driver's seat. There was no way she was going to sit here as a witless target.

"Jodi? Open up, babe, it's me," Mark whispered through the back panel.

Excitement flared in her chest at the sound of his voice. When she realized her heart was racing just from hearing his voice, she silently cursed herself for acting like a bookworm with a serious crush on the quarterback.

"Jodi?" Mark said, a little louder this time. "You okay in there?"

She thumbed on the safety of the Glock and, after taking a deep breath, opened the door. A glance around showed no sign of his Humvee--he must have parked it farther down the road and walked up.

"You could have phoned to say you were coming in. I might have shot you." In the groin.

The van dipped when he stepped up into it. His six-foot-two-inch frame filling the narrow confines, he gently closed the door so it wouldn't give away their position. The dragon tattoo on his biceps flexed as he placed a knapsack on the console beside the surveillance equipment. Muscles rippled beneath the Celada Security logo emblazoned across the chest of his black T-shirt. Muscles she'd felt flex beneath her palms the night before.

Her fingers itched to run themselves through the thick crop of black hair in his Marine high-and-tight. Normally she didn't go for guys with short hair, but that glistening four-inch-wide pelt reminded her of a mink coat she wanted wrapped around her body. Between her legs.

Get over that desire real fast, she told her fingers. "You're late."

"Got stuck at the lawyers'. There--" He stopped as his eyes adjusted to the gloom, reminding her of what she was--or rather, wasn't--wearing.

Every cell in her body went on high alert, trembled with need and expectation as if he'd touched her wherever he looked.

His grin widened and his chocolate brown eyes glinted. "Is a sports bra and thong the latest fashion for surveillance?"

Jodi flipped him the bird while she searched for the T-shirt she'd discarded.

"It was hot. I stripped down. So bite me," she said, though without the rancor she'd intended.

"Anything you say, babe." He pulled her against him and nipped at her earlobe. "But I fully approve of your outfit. Think I should make it part of the dress code."

"Yeah, that'll go over real well." She attempted to maintain her anger. And failed. "Everyone's been dying to see Hector's fat ass in a thong."

When his hands cupped her breasts, Jodi melted into his touch. Magic fingers, she thought, as his thumbs brushed her taut nipples. Was this the last time he'd touch her like this? Or was it just her insecurity making her paranoid?

"Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?" he said, his breath hot on her neck.

The citrus fragrance of his aftershave, and the lack of his usual dark five-o'clock shadow told her he'd recently shaved. His fresh scent reminded her how grungy she felt having been cooped up in over one hundred degree heat all day. It took a charming--or incredibly obtuse--man to tell a woman whose hair clung in damp strands to her neck and probably smelled like the inside of a stable that she was beautiful.

Surely a man planning on dumping her wouldn't be acting like this. Or was he overcompensating?

"The assistant leave yet?" His tongue brushed over her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Um..." She struggled to think under the onslaught of sensation. His tongue trailed down her neck, teeth nipped at that spot that made her need him inside her. What was it about him that made her knees turn to jelly and her insides to liquid heat?

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Private Property 3.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 179 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Erotica/BDSM with a well written story. Awesome read for those of us who like the genre.
NiinaCs_Blog More than 1 year ago
Private Property started off with a bang and didn’t slow down until the last third of the novella! This story was full of lust, passion and sexual tension, it took up good two thirds of the book! There was a plot of course but you pretty much got to the point 80 percent in. There was so much sizzling hot tension going on I couldn’t help but blush – and I read my fair share of erotic romance but this, whoa boy! talk about a Hot read! The story begins with Mark cooking up a birthday present for his girlfriend with whom he has a sort of loose relationship, he thinks nothing of sharing her with his college roommate/best friend, but when he sees Sam touching Jodi something possessive gets hold of him and before you can say gotcha, he’s jealous. This story is mainly about Mark coming to realize he loves Jodi and wants to spend the rest of his life with her – but boy all the s*x and the for*play in this novel… it’s seriously hot enough to melt your e-reader! I like the set up for Sam’s story, Personal Protection, which I imagine will be even kinkier with his erm… sexual preference and high tech toys. If you are looking for a believable romance this isn’t for you but if you like to indulge a little on a fantasy then pick this up, its one hot ride! But like all erotic romance a Happily Ever After is a requirement, and this one had it, which made all the frustration and jealousy worth reading through – who am I kidding I read this in two hours flat! ;)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great storyline and kick ass steamin hot sex. What more could anyone ask for. 177 pages of two smokin hot men showing one woman the night of her life. I recommend this book.
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Very good read
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Love the characters ;p
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TDB005 More than 1 year ago
I have to tell you that this book is great! It is a fun, sexy, and hot read with well developed characters and an ending the leaves you wanting to hear more. Marc has always been a no strings attached guy, and Jodi has a history of men hurting her emotionally. It takes a very special birthday surprise for Jodi with Marc's old college buddy Sam to make these two realize they don't want to loose what they have with one another. A night of scorching hot fun and fantasies ends up being so much more for both Jodi and Marc!
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good story but not for the virtuous.
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I found this book to be good with a really good plot. The ending was very appropriate.
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