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 COMING HOME

Book Two of the Friends & Lovers Series 

By PE Kavanagh

Publication Date: 5/22/18

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Steamy contemporary romance in the friends-to-lovers trope

Book Links

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079PHTSWF

Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/coming-home-2-pe-kavanagh/1128881032?ean=2940155624066

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1394763761

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/coming-home-257

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/PE_Kavanagh_Coming_Home_Book_Two_of_the_Friends_Lo?id=CrlaDwAAQBAJ

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38752176-coming-home

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Blurb

Home means many things to Ramona Barrett and none of them are good. 

A family mired in politics and ample amounts of bad behavior have kept her happily far away. Even after her enraged mother escapes, her drunk father sobers up, and her tyrannical grandfather dies, she has no interest in re-connecting to those rotten roots. 

A steamy encounter with her childhood friend leaves her swooning like a schoolgirl. He’s become a man who dissolves her logic, foils her plans, and buckles her knees. 

Too bad he’s engaged to someone else. And that’s not even the full extent of his secrets. 

Can the home she fled be where her new future begins?

If you’re looking for smart, sexy characters in a layered, emotionally-gripping story, Coming Home will take you there. 

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Excerpt:

Ramona arrived at her door and remembered tiptoeing down that same hallway, like a delinquent teenager, the night before. Except she’d never done anything that courageous as a teenager. Mostly she just hid. Maybe if she’d had a chance to act out more when she was younger, she’d have gotten all this risk-taking out of her system. She’d heed consequences and be less impulsive. She wouldn’t find herself in a tizzy about some guy, wasting precious moments she could be spending with her father. 

Exhaustion pulled her into the room, longing for rest. She’d hardly slept the night before. How foolish, going to bed all sexed-up and excited. Sure, it had been a night to remember. Scorching hot. Great material to replay during her many nights alone. And wrong, wrong, wrong. 

Anger gave her enough of a spurt of energy that her clothes and shoes hit the ground with added velocity. That fucker. Lucas had made a fool of her. No. He made a fool of himself. How had he turned out to be such a louse?

As she looked around the room with bright pink walls, nostalgia weaved itself into the fist of her anger and forced it open. Too many nights had been spent cowering in her bed, wanting to be transported anywhere but there. It was his voice on the other end of her gold princess phone that had helped her calm down. Sometimes even his arms around her while she cried, helping her get to sleep. The boy and the man didn’t align. It was all too hard to believe. 

She plopped herself onto the large bed, the only item in the room she could tell had been replaced. Even the chair she and her brother had painted with orange polka dots still sat in the corner. 

She slid between the cool sheets, so grateful that the day was over. There’d be plenty of time tomorrow to figure out this mess. A good night’s sleep would help. Her eyes drifted shut as her body relaxed. Despite her room’s history, a sense of safety, the first she’d had all day, wrapped itself around her. 

Heavy footsteps sounded through the house. Her initial startle passed quickly – it must be Connor coming to check on Dad – but the sound continued getting louder and closer to her room. Maybe something had happened and he wanted to talk. He opened the door and she squinted at the silhouette. Something was different about the frame of the body, the line of the hair. Her eyes snapped open. It wasn’t Connor. It was Lucas.

“What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?”

He stepped over her clothes and shoes, strewn across the carpet, and walked over to her bed. “Because your father has yet to ever lock the side door.”

She sat up, trying her best to cover what was not being sufficiently concealed by her skimpy nightgown. “What do you want, Lucas? I’ve really had enough. Today was…”

“I know. It was a spectacularly shitty day for you. And I didn’t help things by coming after you that way. I wasn’t being rational. So, I’m here to apologize.”

“Really? You couldn’t just send me a text or apologize tomorrow?”

“No.” He took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, dropping them both on the back of the chair. “Because I also came here to do this.”

Ramona watched, mesmerized, as he stripped down to his shorts and slid into bed with her. The shock of it stole her ability to respond. It was all deja vu, although instead of sneaking into her room through the window, he had walked down the hall. And instead of her house burning with the rage of her parents, the inferno was happening inside her own body.

He turned her away from him and enveloped her in his body. He had always been bigger than her, but the size difference had magnified. His breath brushed against the top of her shoulder as he held the pressure that forced her to soften into him. Tension and anger gave way to grief. She closed her eyes and let the tears flow.

About PE Kavanagh

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PE KAVANAGH writes genre-bending novels that explore the courage and resilience of the human spirit. They masterfully blend literary romance with suspense, fantasy, and psychological themes.

She draws inspiration from the many flavors of her life experience as an MIT-trained engineer, biotech executive, professional dancer, yoga teacher and business owner, school founder, spiritual counselor, and entrepreneur. 

These days, her favorite titles are author, mother, and hot stuff. And she owns a magic wand that she’s certain will work one day.

Contact Ms. Kavanagh for bulk purchases, presentation discussion topics, and personal guidance in independent publishing.

Where to find her:

Email—me@pekavanagh.com

Website—www.pekavanagh.com
Facebook—www.facebook.com/pekavanagh
FB Reader Group—www.facebook.com/groups/1299947713447818/

Instagram—www.instagram.com/pekavanaghauthor
Pinterest—www.pinterest.com/pascalek6
Twitter—www.twitter.com/pekavanagh
Amazon—www.amazon.com/Pascale-Kavanagh/e/B00MMM92BW

Goodreads—www.goodreads.com/author/show/8426923.PE_Kavanagh
Bookbub: www.bookbub.com/authors/pe-kavanagh

Book+Main—https://bookandmainbites.com/pekavanagh
Medium – http://www.medium.com/@boldsoulmama

Youtube— www.youtube.com/channel/UCTTc100YD0sj3G

Praise for her writing:

“PE Kavanagh has created a drama filled, heart-wrenching read and I didn’t want it to end.”

Nom de Plume, ndpbookreview.com

“This is one of my favorite reads this year. This book has all the elements I love in a good romance. Hot sex, believably flawed characters that pull you into their world, and great descriptive storytelling.” Sherry Terry – The Naked Reviewers 

 “A superbly written and perceptive novel, by turns graceful and trenchant. Kavanagh is particularly good at rendering the inner life of a woman in love, her dreams and insecurities. Every man in a relationship with a woman should read this book.”

Gregory Dime

“With beautifully written characters and a storyline that had me hooked from the opening pages, PE Kavanagh once again does not disappoint!!” Amazon reviewer

 

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