Sunday, December 16, 2012

Letter to Santa from Paloma Beck's Coming Home

I'd like to Welcome Paloma Beck today who is here to share from her new release, Coming Home. Sounds like a great read. I hope you'll all check it out.

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

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.


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,




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.



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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