Title: 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.
LETTER TO SANTA
Tyra’s daughter,
Layne, writes her annual letter to Santa. I snuck it from their mailbox before
the postman took it to deliver to the North Pole. It was just so sweet; I had
to share it with you. I hope you enjoy this little girl’s letter as much as I
did. - Paloma
Dear Santa,
Thank you for bringing
me exactly what I asked for last year. It took a long time after Christmas for
my present so I thought maybe you’d forgot. Then he came –a new daddy- home. I
know he’s not my actual daddy but now he belongs to me and I know it was you
who sent him. Mommy said it’s magic when two people fall in love and you are
the most magical personal I know!
So this year, I have
an even bigger present to ask for. Well, actually, it’ll start out pretty
little and then grow up to be the best little brother or sister I could ever
have. Don’t tell daddy what I’m asking for because it makes him all sweaty when
mommy mentions it. Let’s just let him be surprised!
Love from one of your
elves on the nice list,
Layne
SPECIAL EXCERPT
He stood still, afraid that anything he did would give his
mother too much information. But he knew it was too late—his heart was an open
book, it had been so raw from the funeral, he wasn’t capable of hiding
anything. “Yes, mother, you were right,” Ryan rolled his eyes but smiled just
the same, shaking his head.
“Oh, my stories that you gave so little credence to, they’ve
been realized.” She was teasing him, he knew; and it was good to have this
banter with his mother again. He’d missed her.
“Don’t gloat, mother,” Ryan teased her right back, laughing
at her pleased expression as he walked over to the closed door. When he opened
it up, a blur of red hair came springing into the room. It had to be Layne with
those springy red curls framing her little cherub-like face. She ran straight
for his mother with her arms spread out on either side of herself, open for a
hug before she even reached her destination.
“Grandma Rachel,” the little girl screeched as she hugged
his mother. Yep, he had no question in his mind just who that little girl was.
She was the spitting image of her mother, just as beautiful and so full of
energy. He stood back and watched his mother’s face light up.
Henry walked up behind him and patted his back. Davis moved
in next to Ryan in the doorway. “Who’s the little red bomb?” he asked.
“That, I believe, would be Layne, Tyra’s daughter,” Ryan
answered. Both brothers looked at Ryan, stunned by his calm. They exchanged
looks and grinned.
“Shit, why the hell aren’t you running scared, big bro?”
Davis asked.
“It’s crazy, I know, but I don’t want to,” Ryan answered
honestly as Tyra slipped in behind him. He watched her watch her daughter. He
had never seen that light in her face before—she glowed—and he adored it.
Framed by her bright red hair with her blushed cheeks and amazing smile, he had
never seen a more beautiful woman. He had to shake himself from his revelry.
After a few minutes, Layne looked over at all the people
watching, surveying the brothers and then catching sight of her mother. Not
waiting for Tyra to introduce him, Ryan walked over to his mother and Layne,
squatted down to their level and introduced himself, “Hi there, little lady. My
name is…”
“Ryan!” Layne yelled as she opened her arms and hugged him.
Tyra moved near him, trying to pry Layne’s hands apart until Ryan realized what
she was doing and stopped her. He toppled backwards and Layne giggled,
believing she was the one to make him fall.
“She’s okay, Tyra,” he assured her before teasing, “Unless
of course you’re jealous already.”
“I tackled him, Momma,” she giggled, “Uncle Henry said you
weren’t as strong as him. He was right.” He eyed Henry but had to laugh along
with Layne. Her giggling was infectious.
“Oh, did he? Uncle Henry and I will have to wrestle sometime
so you can see for yourself who is stronger,” Ryan suggested to Layne.
She looked over to her mother and then to Henry for
affirmation. When he nodded, she said, “You’re on!”
“I’m afraid that will have to wait for another day. Today we
have guests to attend to. Shall we, Layne?” Rachel extended her hand and walked
out of the room with Layne at her side.
“Be careful with her. Mother just might teach her a few
things,” Davis said.
“There could be many worse things to imagine than that,”
Tyra shrugged and followed them out.
BUY LINKS
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.
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