Back To You by Kim Breyon
Title: Back To You
Series: Against All Odds Series
Author: Kim Breyon
Publisher: Self Published
Cover Design: Kim Breyon
Length: 86,000 words
Keywords : Romance, Friends to lovers, Second chance
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One of you, one of me…
As a private investigator, I have a perfect record when it comes to closing cases…as long as you don’t count the only one that ever really mattered to me.
Even after a decade, the memory of the foster boy I once shared a room with continues to haunt my dreams. For five years, Riley helped me laugh when there was so little in our lives to laugh about. His gentle touch and stormy gray eyes were the only thing that could calm the swirling and turbulent thoughts and emotions within me.
But in the blink of an eye, the safe harbor my best friend provided was ripped from my life without warning or reason. His unexplained disappearance set sail to a lonely and hopeless journey. Now, I am no more willing to let the memory of my best friend go than I am ready to give up the search for him, as hopeless as it may seem to those around me.
And then a client asks me to locate a stolen treasure box. Clues have me heading from the city of Atlanta to a small, picturesque town in South Carolina called Reedsport. There, I hope to find the missing box; what I never expected was to find something else that I’d been missing for far too long. Could I have finally found a beacon of hope that would lead Riley Tanager back to me?
Thick, humid air burned my lungs as I sucked in a deep breath, jolted from the dream. Sweat ran down my face and neck, soaking the old, lumpy pillow. I tried to sit up, but the sheets were tangled around my waist, amplifying my panic even more. I wanted to cry out, to scream, but couldn’t find my voice. I finally managed to toss the sweat-soaked sheets aside and sat up, scrubbing a hand along the back of my neck.
Those familiar steel-gray eyes, outlined by long dark lashes, continued to haunt me, as though he were right in front of me. They were once the only thing that could calm my heart, yet now they stole my sleep and made me restless. Now they left me raw. No matter how many miles I ran a day, I couldn’t distance myself from the pain his memory caused.
I knew if I focused hard enough, past the rapid thump thump of my heart, I would almost be able to hear his sweet, tender voice whispering to me.
“In and out, Beck. It’ll be okay.”
Rain pelted against the window, and the room lit up as lightning flashed. I held my breath and clenched my hands in tight balls against the mattress in anticipation of the booming thunder that I knew would come. When the walls shook, every muscle in my body tightened. I pretended it was him when I pressed my cool, clammy fingers against the scar on my left wrist in slow, soothing strokes. But it wasn’t the same. It was never the same. Nothing ever chased the fear away like his touch did.
“I used to dream of us like this,” he whispered, “especially when we were practically naked in the tree house during the summer. Lost count how many times I wish we actually were.”
“You weren’t the only one,” I admitted with a chuckle, “You have no idea how many times I messed up a drawing on your back because I was distracted by your ass.” He laughed.
“Ohhh yeah? Is that why you started to draw on my chest?”
“Maybe.” I turned to kiss him. “Although, that wasn’t much better, because I just started looking at… um, something else instead.” There was something dark and beautiful in his eyes that sent a shiver down my spine and I realized it was desire. It made me pause. Holy shit! Beckett wanted me. He slipped a hand under my shirt and pressed another kiss to my neck. “It’s a warm night,” he mused in a husky voice. “Care to make one more of my dreams come true?”
“What’s that?” I breathed.
“You naked between my legs as we watch the stars together.” My entire body went warm with pleasure. Did he even know what he did to me? I shifted against him, letting out a little whimper. He kissed my ear before whispering, “Can I have that dream tonight, Ry?”
I am an Idaho native who grew up dreaming about traveling the world and writing stories. I would often spend my spare time curled up with my favorite blanket and a notebook, writing another fairy tale. I never would have guessed those fairy tales would one day turn into gay romances, but that is where my heart led me, and I am so glad it did. I write about love because I believes it can happen to anyone, with anyone. I also believe dreams never expire, redemption is possible, and true forgiveness can heal us in ways we never expect. I know firsthand how messy life can get, but as any artist will tell you, a little mess is needed to create something beautiful. That’s why I write, to help others see that anything can be beautiful. You can often find me with a mug of coffee in one hand, and a dog toy in the other. There is never a day that goes by without my sweet boy insisting on a game – or twenty – of fetch.