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I’m Coming Home…
Series: Coming Home, Book One
Genre: Contemporary Erotic
Romance
Elements: Adult Language,
Explicit Sex
Author: Paloma Beck
Publisher: Secret Cravings
Publishing
ISBN: 9781618854254
Page Count: 142
BLURB
Rachel Porter, a romance writer, has told her three sons
tales of finding their true love since they were just boys. She believes there is just one match for
every person. Now as men, they have yet
to discover their soul mates. That is,
until they come home…
Ryan Porter, Rachel’s oldest son, needs a change from his
busy city lifestyle. After five years of
living in New York and establishing his own real estate firm, something is
still missing. When a family tragedy
brings Ryan back to his family’s rural home, he meets Tyra. She just might be the catalyst for the change
he needs, redirecting the course of his life; but first he has to accept his
relationship with his parents and embrace Tyra’s secrets.
BUY LINKS
HONORS
#10, Romance Novel, 2012 Preditors& Editors Reader’s
Poll
EXCERPT
The woman
with the fiery red hair tossed a look over towards Henry at the bar, then snuck
a look at Ryan and back to Davis. She smiled—a shy smile through her lashes—and
Ryan’s heart ramped up. He noticed the shorter brunette standing beside her
when she said, “Next game, you’ve got the winner.”
“I hope so,”
Davis replied, “I do truly hope so.”
Ryan shook
his head and blew out a laugh. How did Davis always pull it off so easily with
women? One woman, Ryan could handle just fine—more than fine. But a group of
women, no way, it felt like a swarm of bees were attacking him to even be in a
room with so many women, gorgeous or not. And gorgeous was only the beginning
when he checked out the ass on the fiery red head as she bent down to consider
her next shot. She turned quickly at the sound of his laugh and the slap of the
high-five he exchanged with Davis.
Caught. Her
eyes jumped to Ryan and he gave her a sly grin when she raised her eyebrows at
him. Not as broad as Davis, Ryan met his height at an even six feet. All of his
brothers took after their father in their height. But it was Davis who looked
most like their father with his darker coloring and chocolate brown eyes. Ryan
and Henry had their mother’s lighter skin tone and green eyes. It was those
green eyes that locked onto hers when she turned around. Yep, she was looking
at him—not lover boy Davis.
Ryan
definitely liked what he saw. She was tall, with legs that went on forever
until they met with the sweet crossing he knew could bring this boy to his
knees. As she bent over the pool table for her next shot, her ass stuck up into
the air and swayed just slightly as if teasing him to inspect it further. Her
entire body called to him. Shit, he hoped Davis had his sights on any other
woman in that group because in his mind, he’d already laid claims on this one.
And he wasn’t prepared to share. It had been a long time since he had a little
harmless fun.
“Like old
times, Ry, seems to me this night might be just like old times,” Davis said,
bumping his shoulder when he noticed Ryan’s stare. “Knock it off. Quit the
staring. You’re going to scare them away before I make our move.”
“I got news
for you, Davis. I got moves of my own. It’s been a long time since I’ve needed
you to pick up women for me.”
“Interesting.Hear
that, Henry? Ryan says he’s got game,” Davis teased.
“Can’t wait
to see this,” Henry snorted as he sat down at the table. They’d made up back in
the bunk house but Henry was still sore. He knew how to hold a grudge, damn
little shit. But Ryan knew just how to take his mind off his troubles tonight.
Ryan licked
his lips, considering how much more interesting the night just got. He
certainly liked what he saw and he knew she liked what she saw by the way her
eyes roamed from his head to his toes. Ryan was dressed in an old pair of jeans
that were tighter than the usual suit pants he wore and a tight black t-shirt
he’d pulled out of his old dresser. He didn’t feel like himself but it felt
good. Actually, maybe he felt more like himself than he had in awhile—the Ryan
before his business became his life.
When Henry
poured the beer out, Ryan grabbed up two glasses and headed straight for his
target. Her eyes were glazed a bit, definitely looking down and he gave a
little cough to catch her attention. Busted—guess they were even now. She
blushed and it was beautiful—her flushed cheeks brightened her eyes, mesmerizing.
When she reached out to take her beer and their fingers brushed, her hand shot
back and some beer sloshed over the glass. Her soft feminine fragrance mixed in
with the faint scent of the beer touched his nose and he took in a deeper
breath to savor it.
She cleared
her throat, seeming as taken in private thought as he was. “Thanks,” she said,
giving him an intense stare while a smirk spread across her face right up to
her gorgeous blue eyes, “So, you like my ass?”
Ryan
swallowed back his surprise. She was forward…this was going to be fun. “Sure
do,” he grinned, “And I’m pretty sure you like what you see too.”
Her look of
surprise was priceless.
AUTHOR BIO& LINKS
Paloma Beck is an erotic
romance writer in both the contemporary and paranormal realms. Happily married
and living a life of total contradiction, Paloma runs carpool service for her
three sons, volunteers in PTA and teaches religious education.
Then in the moments
when her characters talk to her, she journals their stories - and they are
anything but PG.Paloma
believes a daily dose of espresso and a good book make any day better.
Thanks to Paloma for stopping by.
Imogene
