Gypsy Beach
by Jillian Neal
Releasing: June 23, 2015
Gypsy Beach
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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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.
Website: http://jillianneal.com/
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Excerpt 1:
She had her head thrown back laughing as she raced across
the wet sand. The setting sun lit the wildfire in her eyes, and Ryan would’ve
followed her anywhere. The warm, foamy saltwater lapped at her toes, as anxious
to touch some part of her beautiful body as he was. Launching himself forward,
every muscle in his body propelled him towards her. He caught her hand and then
leaned to scoop up her lithe form into his arms.
Every patch of her silky skin that connected with his sent a
spark of electricity straight to his groin. His heart raced, but he kept
running with her. Running away, maybe.
With a delighted squeal, she leaned in and clung tightly to
his neck. Her long, thick hair, the color of black coffee with caramel and
blonde ribbons spun through it from their summer in the sun, cascaded out over
his left bicep, flying behind them as he raced her down the shores of Gypsy
Beach. Her hazel eyes danced just for him.
Everything about her was a juxtaposition, as if she was in
constant contention with herself. Wild, free, and living on the edge of an
impulse that made his entire world spin. Every single thing about Sienna Cooper
was perfect by his seventeen-year-old estimations.
“Stop running and put me down so I can kiss you, Ryan
McNamara!” Her laughter and her order whipped around him in the salt-soaked
wind, stirring and igniting every cell in his body.
“Yes, ma’am.” He set her on her feet and wasted no time
mating their mouths. She was so sweet it was sinful, like spun sugar that
melted in his arms. He’d fallen in love with her two summers before and spent
every school year longing to get back to Gypsy Beach and back to Sienna.
His lips kept hers occupied while his hands tracked down her
slender sides and then dipped into that bikini bottom that had been driving him
to distraction all damn day. He cupped her backside, and when that simply
wasn’t enough he kneaded her with greed.
A timid moan reverberated against his tongue as he slipped
it between her lips, memorizing the heat, the way they swelled, the way they
tasted, and the all-encompassing feeling of her body needy for him. That moment
would have to last him until next summer.
Unable to stop himself, his right hand traversed the short
distance from her sweet little backside to the perfect patch of skin between
her thighs. She trembled, and her body rolled against his. He almost lost it
all there on the deserted beach.
Her mound quaked as his thumb hesitantly explored. Her
breath tangled in her throat, and her eyes closed in expectant ecstasy. He
could feel the tender heat and the liquid desire gathering in preparation for
him, and that night he was going to make a claim. They would be each other’s
firsts, each other’s only if he had anything to say about it. He’d unite them
in time and space, and it would be enough to get him through the next nine
months of school five states away. It had to be enough.
“I love you Sienna Rose, and, God, baby, I need you. Before
we have to leave tomorrow, I just need you. Stay with me tonight.”
With that sexy smirk and the fire that lived inside of her
that always seemed to consume both of their souls, she followed him inside his
parents’ beach house.
Excerpt 2
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.
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