Gypsy Beach
by Jillian Neal
Blurb...
Single
father, Ryan McNamara, returns to the only place he'd ever been happy, Gypsy
Beach. This time he's divorced, broken, but determined to make something of his
life. Sienna Cooper is determined to forget Ryan, the last decade, and all of
the hurt he'd left her with. She's got enough spunk and gypsy fire in her soul
to make this work. She's going to run her grandmother's inn and make it a
success. But when a chance encounter throws them back together, the passions
ignite and the past doesn't feel so far out of reach. Can they rekindle the
love they'd once had? Can he convince her that he never intends to walk away
again? Will a potent dose of unending lust, a lifetime of love, and enough
hot-blooded Gypsy spirit be enough to save them both?
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Excerpt
The knowledge that this was all for
Evie and for the life he wanted to build for her echoed in the choked whir of
the engine of his truck. A new car could be purchased after he had his little
girl safely with him and he’d turned his parents’ old beach house into their
home.
To his parents’ fury, and mostly to
annoy them, Ryan had refused to sell the beach house to help cover the cost of
his father’s crimes. He’d paid off their mansion and managed to keep his dad
out of jail, but the beach house was non-negotiable.
Unable to plan beyond the next demand
or the next moment, he hadn’t known why it was so important then, but he was
eternally thankful that he’d listened to his gut.
Alexa had thrown him out of their
home in Buckhead the next week. He’d moved into his parent’s pool house after
reminding his father that he’d effectively saved his ass, and began to
formulate a plan to escape everything he’d ever really known.
The truck bumped and bounced over the
massive tree roots that stuck out of the ground. Reminding himself that Sienna
was long gone and that the Inn now had new owners was how he forced himself out
of the truck. She’s
probably off in California like she always wanted to be. She’s probably married
to some lucky bastard without even half the problems you have. She deserves to
be happy and fulfilled. Thoughts
of Sienna lying in bed under some unnamed man, staring up at him with that
hunger in her eyes, made him furious. He shook them away as he eased onto the
porch. There was a large hole, the approximate shape of a boot, that had gone
through the rotting wood. The decks and porches needed to come down first. He
could do that today.
The door was open just a crack. It
appeared too swollen to fully close. Ryan knocked, and it swung open further.
He glanced around, not wanting to walk into someone else’s home. Not wanting to
walk in at all.
The memories were far too potent. It
even smelled like her grandmother’s cooking and that coffee she used to make
them that tasted like heaven. The only thing sweeter was kissing it off of
Sienna’s lips.
Suddenly, he heard a shrill scream
from upstairs. Another echo of terror met him on the steps that he took three
at a time. It sounded like someone was being attacked.
Working on instinct alone, he threw
open one of the bedroom doors and raced towards the shrieking shouts of fear.
“Oh my God! This is horrible!” He
heard her voice one half second before he flung open the bathroom door.
Another shriek ricocheted through his
ears as Sienna grabbed an old hand towel and attempted to cover her absolutely
spellbinding body. Shock rocketed through Ryan. He didn’t know what to think,
but he was unable to do anything more than stare at her. She’d been beautiful
when she was seventeen, but damn, she was a full-blown woman now, and he’d
never seen anything more breathtaking.
Her beautiful, heart-shaped face was
contorted in horrified shock. Her hair was soaking wet and did a decent job of
covering her painfully hardened nipples. His eyes tracked downward without his
permission. She’d covered the bottom half of her breasts, her slender waist,
and her pussy with the towel, much to his chagrin. He saw half of a large
tattoo that ran from her back over her luscious ass and down her right leg.
Ryan ordered himself to turn around, but my God, she was exquisite. It was like
being presented with a feast after a long, long famine.
“Sienna? I’m so sorry!” He finally
managed to turn and tried not to look back.
“Ryan!” she finally gasped.
“Sienna, I had no idea you were here.
I heard someone screaming. I’m so sorry!” He kept repeating the vow, but he
couldn’t make sense of what had just happened himself.
“Go in there,” she ordered, and he
assumed she pointed to the door. With a quick nod, he left the bathroom and
closed the door behind him.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jillian Neal is a Romance writer with a passion
for passion who pens strong, character driven novels, told from the male
perspective. Her guys aren’t afraid to let us inside their minds or inside
their bedrooms. They’re hot on the trail of a sinister criminal organization
when they’re not burning up the bed sheets.
She’s a self-proclaimed ‘Southern girl with a sassy mouth.’ Her coffee addiction is barely legal, and she’s most often running around with her hair and her pen on fire! She's full of smarts, sass, and sizzle and that's a lot to get into barely five feet of girl with her head always in the clouds.
GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7142355.Jillian_Neal She’s a self-proclaimed ‘Southern girl with a sassy mouth.’ Her coffee addiction is barely legal, and she’s most often running around with her hair and her pen on fire! She's full of smarts, sass, and sizzle and that's a lot to get into barely five feet of girl with her head always in the clouds.
