Perfect Proposal

By Leah Braemel

Sometimes the best laid plans go every which way but the one you want...

Sam Watson wants to propose to the love of his life, Rosie Ramos, but all his previous attempts have been thwarted. Every. Single. Time. This time he’s determined that nothing, and no one, will get in his way. No interruptions. No exceptions. Not from work, not by family busybodies, not even if the roses crucial to his plans are lost. Nothing will stop him.

If only someone had let Rosie in on his plans...

Warning: Contains misguided intentions, a hunky hero with more than just a ring burning a hole in his pocket, and a spitfire girlfriend who counters with her own proposal. The romance may be sweet but the sex is explicitly hot, hot, hot.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leah Braemel
• Release date: Jan 17, 2012
• ISBN: 9780987930415

Leah Braemel

Leah Braemel is the only woman in a houseful of males that includes her college-sweetheart husband, two sons, a Shih Tzu named Seamus who behaves like a cat and Turtle the cat who thinks he’s a dog. She loves escaping the ever-multiplying dust bunnies by opening up her laptop to write about sexy heroes and the women who challenge them. Reviewers have awarded Leah’s books numerous Top Pick and Recommended Reads designations as well as nominated them as Best Contemporary Romance, Best Erotic Romance and Best Ménage and More. Leah has also been nominated as Favorite Author and Best Erotic Romance Author.

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Perfect Proposal

Perfect Proposal

Leah Braemel

Somerlane Publishing

Contents

Copyright

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Next in the Hauberk series

Hidden Heat excerpt

Also by Leah Braemel

SLOW RIDE HOME

EXCERPT OF SLOW RIDE HOME

Copyright

Copyright © 2012 Leah Braemel

Edited by Rhonda Stapleton of www.rhondaedits.com

ISBN-13: 978-0-9879304-

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Somerlane Publishing

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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Sam Watson was introduced in First Night and Private Property, the first two stories in the Hauberk Protection series. He fell in love with Rosie in book 2, PERSONAL PROTECTION. This story takes place after DELIBERATE DECEPTIONS and may contain slight story spoilers of

that

book

.

More information about the rest of the Hauberk Protection series can be found at the end of this book, or on Leah’s website, http://leahbraemel.com

For Laura N, aka Mrs. Sam Watson, may your father be with you every time you makes his Churrasco con chimichurri

Chapter

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Sunlight glinted off the solitaire diamond engagement ring and fractured into a thousand rainbows that danced over the walls and ceiling. Heedless of the display, Sam Watson juggled the hotel phone between his ear and shoulder. What do you mean, the roses haven’t arrived? I ordered them last month.

We’re looking into the situation now, Mr. Watson, the concierge responded. We’re working with the florist to locate them and they’ll be in your room by the time you return tonight.

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, mentally running through his checklist. What else could go wrong? "You understand I want everything to be perfect tonight, right? It’s not just about the roses. I want the champagne chilling in the ice bucket, the music cued up, candles ready to be lit. It’s gotta be perfect, you

hear

me

?"

Unlike the last three times he’d planned to propose, only to have his plans go awry. Rosie deserved perfect and if it killed him, he’d give her the perfect memory. The perfect proposal.

Yes, sir. I’ll personally ensure everything is exactly as you’ve requested, even if I have to go out and purchase the roses myself.

Make sure they’re red roses. Not pink. Not white. Red. To match his favorite shade of her lipstick.

"Yes, sir. All I need from you now is an approximate time you’ll be returning so we can be set up and out of

your

way

."

Now there was a problem. Every member of the Ramos family could talk the ears off a concrete elephant. A regular dinner generally lasted two hours—a birthday dinner might last until dawn. The way his luck was running lately, he hedged his bet. Set it up before six. Dinner shouldn’t be cooked and eaten before then, he doubted. That way we won’t walk in on your staff and ruin the surprise. And call me if you can’t get the damned roses.

After another assurance from the concierge that all would be done according to plan, he hung up the phone. Good thing too, because at some point during the call the shower had shut off. He closed the small blue box and slipped it back into his coat pocket moments before Rosie emerged. As it did every time she walked into a room, his whole body went on alert, needing to

claim

her

.

A drop of water slid from the tip of one dark curl and over the curve of her breast before disappearing into the towel she’d tucked into her cleavage. Damned lucky towel.

Some of their clients had thought her natural sensuality, along with petite stature, made her less effective as a bodyguard. At least until he explained that those qualities made her less likely to scare the bejesus out of a client’s kids or pass undetected by anyone expecting to see a six-foot-six behemoth like himself. After that, he’d have Rosie give them a demonstration by taking him down with a quick-and-dirty leg sweep, or show them the results of her last shooting competition.

A second, then a third droplet followed the path of the first. He skimmed a finger over her skin, tracing the path the water droplets had taken to the edge of the towel.

"Well,

were

you

?"

Was I what? Was the towel slipping? If it