by Jillian Neal
Released: June 23, 2015
Sypnosis: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?
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
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
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Excerpt: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
“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
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
“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.