Coming Home Contracted!
It will be released November 9, 2012.
Since this was my first book, it feels much like my first child - I feel so proud.
Here's a little excerpt...
Ryan’s phone rang from somewhere on the floor where they had thrown their clothes on their way to the bed.“If you answer that damn thing again…” Kimmi said as Ryan removed his arm from across her bare chest. He avoided looking in her direction, knowing she was on the verge of another one of her annoying tantrums about his clients getting more attention than she does, that they had no private time, she always had to share him with his clients, blah, blah, blah. Ryan was so tired of hearing the same complaints and getting into the same argument every time, neither of them willing to concede their point. “It’s seven in the morning, for God’s sake, Kimmi. Whoever the fuck is calling must have a damn good reason.” Ryan grabbed up his phone and walked out of the room and away from her whining reply.Ryan saw Kimmi as she stomped by him towards the bathroom, rolling her eyes in his direction and letting out a loud sigh but he didn’t give it more than a fleeting thought. There were too many clients looking at major real estate right now to ignore a call. Even at seven am on a Saturday morning. This was how he earned his money, how he was able to take her to all the places she loved, how they were able to live like they did.He knew Kimmi, or Kimberlee Patrice Sheppard as most people knew her, needed to live this level of life – she always had, she’d been raised this way and knew nothing else. But hell, if he had to choose, he just might have to admit that his business gave him more satisfaction than Kimmi did. And if she pushed, he’d walk. Kimmi was good for his business but she wasn’t the one for him. She was the daughter of a prominent client who turned over real estate on the island and gave Ryan his first break into major deals that took his company to the top. Hell, he put Ryan on the radar here in NYC. Ryan owed this man and appreciated the position he raised him to, even knowing that it came with the promise of providing the life his daughter needed.He could only imagine what his mother would think if she could see him now. Ryan’s mother had always told him and his brothers when they were growing up that there was the one true soul mate for every man, a woman who was meant to be his alone to love and care for, and who would in return love and care for him beyond all others. Ryan knew with certainty that Kimmi was so not his soul mate. This was exactly why he’d never introduced Kimmi to his parents. His mother would know right away and looking into her eyes would immediately send him the message he couldn’t receive because, no matter what his mother thought, Ryan needed Kimmi in his life right now. That was the reality – that was real – his mother’s bedtime stories, her promises of a soul mate for each of them, were fantasy. Ryan couldn’t live in a fantasy world. Life wasn’t about fantasy. He was firmly grounded in reality.So he dropped his gaze and flipped his phone over to see what client needed him now. But his caller id told him it wasn’t a client and he took a deep breath before answering. Hairs on his neck were raised – something was wrong. “Hi mother.”