Finding Home is the third book of this series that wasn’t supposed to be a series. I hope you enjoy!
Author: Diana DeRicci
Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Gay Erotic Romance/M/M
Length: Novel, 47,611 words, 133 pages PDF
Release Date: February 1, 2012
Heat Level: Erotic
Warnings: Gay Male/Male
What readers have been saying:
taken on [a] journey … woven a beautiful tapestry of love and commitment.
The snow hasn’t even attempted to thaw when Ian’s life is turned upside down. His only sister is murdered, leaving him as the sole family to his 14 year-old niece. As an uncle, he’d been there for them, but he is clueless when it comes to actually seeing to Terra’s wellbeing. Muddling through, they become closer, healing together through the trauma, and slowly begin to feel like family.
Ian has a deep secret though. Not even Terra’s mother knew, and when Caleb is the officer to deliver a freezing and terrified niece to his door, that secret is in jeopardy of being blown sky-high.
Ian topped off their mugs then led them out of the kitchen to the living room. Caleb guessed he’d been in that house for years, maybe it had even been left to him. It was reminiscent of the one-level shaker homes in the area, wide open with large windows and spacious rooms. He didn’t have a lot of furniture to fill it, so the wood flooring dominated the rooms.
“Ever get your heater replaced?”
Ian chuckled, motioning to a rocker. He claimed the stuffed recliner, making himself comfortable. “No, we made it through another winter. I’ll have to do something about it this summer. I doubt it’ll manage another.”
“How is she holding up? How are you?”
Ian’s rising hand slowed, but he slurped a bit to let it lower. “We’re managing. She’s talked to the counselor at school once or twice. Maria didn’t have anything left over after the debts were covered. The car is in the garage for Terra when she’s sixteen. That much was paid for.”
“Have you talked to anyone about it?” Caleb leaned with his elbows on his knees, asking gently. The movement brought him fairly close to Ian.
“No. Just waiting for the word that Striker has been caught. Will she have to ID him?”
Ian’s shoulders rolled. “That’s good. I don’t want to keep dragging her back to what happened to her if I don’t have to. I want her to heal.”
Caleb reached and settled a hand above Ian’s knee. “She’s a smart girl, Ian. Tough. She was scared the morning I found her and probably lost, being in pain.”
Almost instantly, Caleb realized what he’d done, felt the hard strength of Ian’s thigh as he flexed under Caleb’s braced palm. Soaked up the heat of jean covered skin through his palm. Ian had solid thighs, long legs. He knew the man owned a Harley. Caleb bet he made a sexy, imposing sight on it. If men gawked unashamedly at women in public, then he was just as guilty, though quietly, for doing it with men.
He removed his hand, though he fought not to yank it away. Not because he hadn’t wanted to do that, but because he’d been wanting to for a long time. Just touch him.
His pulse thudded thickly for a moment. He sat straight as if nothing but a moment of male comfort had occurred.
That was until he glimpsed a stolen look from Ian and caught him watching Caleb through heavy, midnight lashes. Not annoyed, or even ticked. They weren’t friends, hardly more than acquaintances, but there was definitely something in that look. If read the right way, it could mean a lot more than Caleb had expected or anticipated. He’d certainly not hoped for it, but that look had borne hope, and that meant it was time to vacate. Now.