Home Again Book Novels & Stories

“This is it. My real home. Not the place I stayed when I was trying to forget you. Not the place I used when I was trying to be someone else. This is where I come when I need to remember who I am.” I unbuckled. Stepped out. The air smelled like pine and fresh cut grass. Alice stirred in the back. Cain lifted her out gently. She mumbled something and tucked her face into his shoulder. He carried her like it was the most natural thing in the world. I followed him up the porch steps. The wood creaked under our feet. He unlocked the door. Pushed it open. The inside smelled like him. Like home. Books on the shelves. A worn leather couch. A kitchen that looked used. Not show-ready. Lived in.

"I know you live far away and can't always come back, but I still want to say this. You haven't been home in a year. No matter how busy you are, come back sometimes and spend time with your grandma, all right?" "She's eighty. She only has you." After hanging up, I cleaned myself up and went to the company. I told Marcus, "I'm almost thirty. According to the community's expectations, I need to go home and meet someone." But before I could even say the word breakup, he gave the ring to Hannah and walked away. I booked my flight within minutes. I had found my original purpose again. My dream, I would fulfill it myself. Maybe my eyes were too calm when I looked at him, because Marcus seemed even

Her mother asked, pouting. "Come on, mom, you know I'm happier having you here." "I love you, mother." She told her, hugging her. "I missed home, mother!" She said this, sniffing. Working as the pack’s spy was the most difficult job a person could ever do. When she had signed up for the pack’s spy position, her parents had asked her to think twice before going because it wasn’t easy for them to return home, especially those who got the posts.

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Forgot everything but the boy I married and the way he looked at me like I was every corner of his world. But I knew the quiet would return. And when it did... I’d have to decide if love could outrun time. Chapter 123 – Coming Home Harper’s POV Coming home after the honeymoon felt like waking up from a dream. Savannah still clung to my skin—every touch, every kiss, every corner of that Airbnb where Jaxon made me forget everything but us. But the second we pulled into the driveway, real life hit me square in the chest.The porch light was on.

Mom chimed in quickly, "Yeah, Suzy, don't pick a fight with her. She hardly ever comes home, just for New Year's. They can crash in the guest room, and you guys take the master." Our place did not have any fancy floor heating, and out of all three rooms, the guest room was the only one without a heater. With the mercury dipping below freezing, how could Mom stand for that? Suzy snorted, "Doesn't she have her own place? Dragging her kid back to her parents' for the holidays, isn't she worried about the gossip?" I shot up from my seat, fuming, "Since when do I need your okay to come back to my own house?"

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. I’ll Be Home for Christmas (A Thorntons Christmas Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for

Or a snare? For a second, I think of just getting rid of the message. But then I remember the nights I've spent alone in this dirty hotel room, and I realize I have nothing left. I don't have any family, any money, or anything else. All I have is my pride, and even that is starting to feel like a burden. I brush my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath as the phone vibrates again. Another email came from the same address. "The layout is easy. You can stay here if you give me your company. No strings attached. "Please respond if you're willing, and we'll talk about the details."

Jane asked walking toward Kim in unhurried strides stopping just an inch away from her. "Ever heard of personal space?" Kim said with a raised eyebrow motioning for Jane to move back. She took immense pleasure in watching the frustrated look on Jane's face. "But of course someone like you doesn't understand that, after all you have no problem getting into other people's personal space. Perhaps you don't even mind getting a bit too personal." Kim finished flashing an annoyed looking Jane an innocent smile. "Enough with this false bravado, why did you come back? Surely it's not because you're such a filial daughter and have decided it's time to come back home to mommy and daddy."

Home sweet home. It's just so sad that I only get to spend a week and a few days at home. Phew. Done! Thanks for checking out my book, Please vote/comment if it makes even a little bit of sense. I'd really love to hear your Thoughts and suggestions on this. Xo xo.