ATH: Leah Braemel - Melissa Schroeder

ATH: Leah Braemel

Everyone, please welcome Leah Braemel to the blog! She is giving away a digital copy of Texas Tangle which inspired Tangled Past. Check out all her places around the web!



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.
Jackson Kellar’s determined to do right by his bride, yet. He’s torn between his newfound love for Sarah and his still-burning desire for Nate.
Ranch owner Nate Campbell loves them both. He hates to see Jackson’s loyalties so divided, and doesn’t want Sarah hurt either. But how can they fix the tangled mess they find themselves in? Nate suggests a possible solution – a permanent threesome.
With the open frontier closing in around them, is Nate’s solution their path to happiness? Or will others destroy what they’ve found together?

Tangled Past Excerpt
Texas, 1887
“Danged devil’s rope.” Jackson Kellar checked the stallion’s withers where the barbed wire had nicked it. “It ain’t too bad though, Nate. Shouldn’t be a problem for the trip back home, less it festers.”
“Good. McLeod was right about this fellow being high-spirited. It should be a treat to ride him.” Nate ran a hand down the horse’s neck and crooned softly until it gentled. Nate had mighty talented hands when it came to soothing the beasts. Or any other animals he came across.
Jackson included himself on that list.
Aware of the McLeod field hands watching them, Jackson positioned himself between the horse and the hands to check his six-shooter. Something about the look of some of those men left him uneasy. Once assured the gun was loaded, he surveyed the ranch. Long strands of the barbed wire outlined the fields and pastures, where a decade before this valley had been open. Not that it stopped the cattle rustlers from tearing down the silver barriers. Rumors he’d heard in town questioned just which side of the McLeod fence the rustled cattle were herded.
A flash of pale blue hurtling at Nate had Jackson whirling on his heel. He cocked and aimed the Colt until he realized Nate’s attacker was a shovel-wielding woman.
He holstered his weapon and watched the she-devil swing the shovel at Nate with an admirable ferocity. From the way he was deflecting the blows instead of landing his own, Nate must have figured out she was of the female persuasion. If the woman was as pretty from the front as she was from the back, Jackson couldn’t blame him.
“Need some help there, Nate?”
“Nope, I got it.” A grinning Nate dodged the shovel, and again when it returned for a yet another go-round. She’d put so much oomph into it, she lost her balance. Seizing the opportunity, Nate snatched the shovel and tossed it to Jackson, who caught it one-handed.
Danged if the she-devil didn’t ball her hand into a fist and catch Nate with a right hook that snapped his head back.
“You sure you don’t want some help?”
“Naw, I got it.” Nate caught the fist as it whizzed past his face a second time, pulling the hellion against him. “Now, see, ain’t this more cozy, darlin’?”
“I’m not your darlin’.” She jammed her knee into a part of Nate’s anatomy that no knee had a right being anywhere near.
The color drained from Nate’s face, and he dropped to the ground with a croaking sound that hadJackson wincing in sympathy.

With a growl, Jackson caught Nate’s attacker from behind. He banded his arms around her, trapping her arms at her side. It didn’t stop her from hauling her foot back to continue the assault.
“That’s enough of that. He ain’t goin’ nowhere for a while.” He swung her out of the way before she kicked Nate into a patch of prickly pears.
She struggled against him, her behind rubbing his cock. From the way she was cursing him six ways from Sunday, he doubted she was aware of how the danged thing was rising up to salute her efforts.
“Your mama know you use language like that?” Jackson asked, keeping an eye on Nate, who was turning a disturbing shade of green.
“My mama died last spring.” She stilled, her voice dropping to a whisper.
“Well now, I’m right sorry about that. But you can’t just go around attacking folks for no reason.”
“No reason?” The hellcat started struggling again. “You’re on my land, stealing my horse. If I’d had my gun handy, I could have shot you and no one would have stopped me.”
Her land? Was this Josiah McLeod’s chit? That explained why the ranch hands weren’t lending a hand to the fight. “Now haul in your horns for a second there. We weren’t stealin’ this here horse. Nate bought him fair and square.”
Still on his hands and knees, Nate shook his head like a dog that had just crawled out of a pond. “You can check with your pa if you don’t believe me.”
All the piss and vinegar she’d had before disappeared, and she sagged in his arms. “He sold Bandit?”
“Yes, ma’am.” The bay in question watched them as he paced the fence line on the other side of the pasture.
Jackson took a chance and released her, but he didn’t relax his guard, staying ready to grab her again just in case she decided to take another shot at Nate. He introduced himself then gestured with his chin toward Nate. “The fellow you just tried to castrate is Nate Campbell.”
“I’m Sarah McLeod and Bandit’s my horse. I’ve trained him since he was born.”
“Well, Miss Sarah, Nate here just bought Bandit and a couple of mares from your pa. Deal was done fair and square.”
“A couple of mares…” Sarah’s eyes narrowed.
Right pretty eyes she had too. Dark like coal over high cheekbones. Looked like the rumors about Josiah’s wife taking up with an Indian fellow were true. Especially with those full lips that a mancould lose himself in for a week. Lips that would look mighty fine tight around a man’s cock. In her struggles, her bonnet had fallen to the ground, and strands of long black hair feathered along a strong jaw. Pity she’d pulled her hair back into that god-awful bun, but it probably was easier to care for that way rather than letting it get tangled up in the wind when she was riding. Like her horse, she had a strong and wild air, so different from some of the frail young misses coming west these days.
Her blue calico skirts highlighted a nicely rounded behind when she bent over and picked up the shovel he’d dropped on the ground. Out the corner of his eye he saw Nate flinch, but Sarah simply hefted it and headed back toward the house.
“You all right?” he asked when Nate staggered to stand beside him.
“Yup. She caught me unawares, is all.” Nate adjusted himself with a grimace, but he didn’t take his eyes from watching Sarah’s behind swing as her long legs ate up the dirt between them and the family home. “She’s something, ain’t she?”
Nate’s sigh had Jackson’s head turning toward him. Had he lost him to a woman? Considering the way his own cock had reacted to her, he couldn’t fault Nate’s taste.
Ah, well, he knew it was too good to last. Besides, it was probably better if Nate did take a wife. Their relationship was downright dangerous. A woman in the house would put any rumors to rest. Of course, he’d have to find somewhere else to live if Nate wedded.
Jackson admired the bruise starting to form on Nate’s jaw. “She’s got a good right cross, I’ll give her that.”
Color tinged Nate’s cheeks. “Guess we better follow her. Maybe we won’t be leaving with that stallion after all.”
They caught up to Sarah just as she reached the barnyard, where her father was talking with his son Walt and another man. Though Josiah’s hair was red and Walt’s hair white blond, there was no mistaking the protruding family chin and freckled complexion, so different from Sarah’s jet black hair and golden skin.
Who the third man was, Jackson had no clue. Ranch hand, he guessed at first from the lariat the man carried, but revised his estimation when he drew closer and noticed the expensive tooling on his chaps and fancy silver belt buckle. Neighbor, perhaps? Another buyer of one of the horses?
Both McLeods frowned at Sarah’s approach, while the third man openly leered.
She positioned herself in front of her father so Walt was between her and the third man. “Did you sell Bandit?”
For some reason he couldn’t explain, it annoyed Jackson to no end that neither of her kin seemed to be bothered by the man’s lecherous expression.
“Yup, sure did.” Josiah McLeod’s frown deepened, especially once he caught sight of Jackson and Nate leaning on the fence, watching.
“But I’ve had him since he was a colt. Mama raised him and trained him. How could you sell him without telling me?”
“Listen here, girl, that horse is mine. Just like everything else on this land is mine. Including all those animals who are eatin’ my feed and filling stalls that I could fill with animals that’ll pull their weight more than you or that damned horse. So don’t you go getting all high and mighty because I sold a half dozen of my own stock without seekin’ your approval.”
“But they—”
“I ain’t sayin’ another word on the subject, girl. You live here on my good graces, so don’t push your luck if you know what’s good for you. Now you go get dinner ready.” McLeod tilted his head Jackson and Nate’s way. “We’ve got two extra guests, as well as Jed sitting down at the table tonight. You make sure the grub’s good, ya hear?” He headed to the barn, leaving her staring at him, her shoulders slumped in defeat.
As Walt sauntered past, he spit onto the ground in front of Sarah’s feet so it splattered across the tips of her boots and muttered, “Lazy squaw.”
Jed strolled up to her and whispered something so low Jackson couldn’t hear, but whatever it was, Sarah’s eyes widened and she took a step back. He was about to jump over the fence to intervene when in front of his eyes, the hellcat regained her confidence. Two seconds later, Jed was curled in a ball on the ground, gasping for breath and clutching his balls as Sarah stalked into the house.
“Damn, she’s somethin’, ain’t she?” Nate breathed, admiration filling his voice. Guess Nate had either forgotten his own experience with Sarah’s knee, or he’d decided it was admirable when used on someone else.
Still moaning, Jed hauled himself to his knees, then his feet. “Fuckin’ squaw needs a good beatin’ to teach her her place.” He spat in the direction of the house. “If I was McLeod, I’da dropped both her and her ma off at the nearest reservation as soon as I’d realized my wife had fucked a goddamned Indian. If I’d let ’em live in the first place.”
With a pointed look at Jackson, he resettled his hat and headed for the side of the house, where a flashy thoroughbred had been tethered.
Jackson grabbed Nate before he vaulted the split rail and went  after the stranger. “Don’t. He ain’t worth it.”
“Someone should set him straight,  stand up to him.” Nate shrugged him off. “How come you ain’t going after him?”
“You mean considerin’ I’ve got Indian blood in me?” Jackson shook his head. “He wouldn’t learn nothing from it. Besides I’d probably end up with a bullet in my back or a rope around my neck forattackin’ him. As I said, he ain’t worth it.”
“She’s worth it.” Jackson almost missed Nate’s whispered, “So are you.”

So, you want that digital copy of Texas Tangle??? Well, to get a chance, answer this question:
Have you ever read a book (or seen a movie) that mentioned a past event that you wondered about and wished had been turned into its own story?


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25 Comments on “ATH: Leah Braemel

  1. I can’t think of any event. 🙁 But I do know I loved Texas Tangle and can’t wait to read Tangled Past. lol. I read so much that I think most events I’m interested have been covered in most books I’ve read.

    smurfettev AT gmail DOT com

  2. If I have, I can’t think of it now. Loved the excerpt and would really like the read the book. Thanks for having this party!

  3. Texas Tangle sounds yummy Leah! I enjoy reading a good menage.

    I love paranormal stories so I would love to learn more about Van Helsing in Dracula. How and why did he end up being a vampire hunter, etc. It would be interesting to see him turn from a non-believer into an expert on vampires.

    Thanks for the great giveaway!

    user1123 AT comcast DOT net

  4. I tend to like to read biographies instead of pure historical text. I’ve always been fascinate by Eleanor of Aquitaine and Lady Jane Grey so I would probably like to see more about them.


  5. Please don’t enter me for the giveaway I have Texas Tangle.
    I just wanted to say I enjoyed the excerpt and can’t wait to read more.

  6. I’ve already read, and thoroughly enjoyed Tangled Past, so good luck everyone. I always wanted a movie about what happened to Hawkeye and Cora from Last of the Mohicans.

    caity_mack at yahoo dot com

  7. Definitely… I was recently reading a story that is apparently the author’s debut, but it mentioned several characters and events that I immediately wanted the backstory to. Maybe one of this author’s future books will cover them in detail–I can only hope 🙂 Thanks for the terrific excerpt, Leah!

  8. Texas Tangle was a great book! I loved it. I used to be so hooked on historical western romances, like the ones from the Oregon trail and all that and I always thought it would be interesting to know what all those people that were on the trail what they thought of it.

  9. I read Pray for Me by Ashlyn Moore & it’s about a Templar Knight who becomes a vampire. It goes from him becoming one, to his first act of drinking blood, then like two thousand years later. I REALLY wanted more of what happened and how he dealt at the beginning and the middle of all that.


  10. oh heck yeah! i always wondered about what was really in the suitcase in Pulp Fiction! but seriously, for me, i always wanted to know what happened THE END appeared on the screen…just insatiably curious me *winks*

    thanks for the contest!

  11. Never really stopped to think of that before… hmmm, do not know off the top of my head.

  12. Wow-talk about some great answers! I would love to see more of Hawkeye and Cora too but only from the movie version of Last of the Mohicans. And yes on Van Helsing too–hmm you know I could envision Hugh as Nate in Tangled Past, yum!

    Chris–have you read Philippa Gregory’s historicals like The Other Boleyn Girl?

    Brandi–a book with a gap that long just begs for more, doesn’t it?

    Christina–it doesn’t seem strange to want more LHotP…it was Anne of Green Gables for me.

    Hahaha about the suitcase…plot bunnies abound

  13. hummm, I can’t think of anything off the top of my head but often I think of villians and wonder what their mother’s would think of

    I actually just met Leah Braemel at the Lori Foster event this past weekend and put Texas Tangle on my TBR list so how cool would that be if I won. I even took my pic with Leah and myself holding the post card hee hee *waves to Leah*


  14. I just watched Men of Honor for the first time ever, missed the first 20 minutes & at the end caught the based on a true story. I’d love to have witnessed that, or seem more of the main characters life AFTER the movie events.


  15. Yes!! I can’t think of a good example right now… it’s 2am and my brain is friend… hahaha!!

  16. I can’t think of a certain event but I have read books or have seen movies that made me curious and want to know more. Your book sounds great.

  17. I’m going to share a piece of family history that I most people don’t know about little old me.
    My hubby’s great, great, great uncle is none other than Doc Holiday. And I always tease my H that we were destined to be together because my mothers birthday was on Oct 26th. Why is that important? It is the Gunfight at the OK Corral.
    So I’ve always wanted a romantic story to come out of that time period in history. I’m not a writer, but a reader, and I always thought it would be a wonderful story.
    Thank you Shayla!


    pommawolf @

  18. when i read about the knights, victorian or regency period…i often wondered how i woul adapt to the way women were addressed i think i am just to outspoken so society would have shunned me!!

    been looking forward to this book

  19. With that excerpt of Tangled PastI can’t wait for this polyp ome out. Especially with meeting Leah at LFGT. Wished I had gotten a pic of us there.
    There are tons of bks I wished were made into movies especially paranormals. But true facts like the Who tragedy here or my great-grandparents meeting here in the USA when they just emigrated from respective countries. I’ll have to write again down sometime. But I love your Tangled novels.

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