“Then we shouldn’t disappoint her,” Tessa laughed lightly through the tears that had gathered in her eyes. She’d thought of their future often—a short engagement, a very long marriage, two spoiled children, and maybe one or two more furbabies. She had already adopted a six-year-old mutt who she loved with all her heart, and Milo would enjoy having more company, either in the form of four legs or two. As for her? She’d waited a long time for this moment. “Our parents already know I love you, Derek Spencer. My answer is yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
Derek quickly stood with that charming smile of his and gathered her in his arms, tilting her over his arm and capturing her lips for a kiss to celebrate her answer. He’d already known that she would say yes, yet he’d gone to all this effort to include both his and her parents. Why? Because he loved her, just as she did him.
Their parents, plus the hospital staff who couldn’t pass up such a romantic scene, gathered around. There was applause, whistles, and congratulations being thrown about, but she only cared about one thing…
He had finally come home to her.
~ The End ~
A Bad Boy Homecoming
Thank you so much for reading Honor! Derek and Tessa’s story is about that one crush in high school that was just out of reach…and about returning home after being gone for so long. A lot can change, but then some things will always remain the same. Each book within the Bad Boy Homecoming series is written as a standalone, though there are beloved character crossovers that I think you will enjoy revisiting as you read through the series. If you enjoyed the book, we’d love if you could please leave a review to show us how much! Reviews help authors every day, and we truly appreciate it.
Thank you for joining us in this Bad Boy Homecoming reunion, and we hope you’ll not only find a romance you love, but a few authors as well.
Happy Reading!
The Books of Bad Boy Homecoming:
Dropout by Carrie Ann Ryan
Trouble by Avery Flynn
Prom Queen by Katee Robert
Honor by Kennedy Layne
Rock Star by Stacey Kennedy
About the Author
First and foremost, I love life. I love that I’m a wife, mother, daughter, sister… and a writer.
I am one of the lucky women in this world who gets to do what makes them happy. As long as I have a cup of coffee (maybe two or three) and my laptop, the stories evolve themselves and I try to do them justice. I draw my inspiration from a retired Marine Master Sergeant that swept me off of my feet and has drawn me into a world that fulfills all of my deepest and darkest desires. Erotic romance, military men, intrigue, with a little bit of kinky chili pepper (his recipe), fill my head and there is nothing more satisfying than making the hero and heroine fulfill their destinies.
Thank you for having joined me on their journeys…
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Books by Kennedy Layne
Surviving Ashes Series
Essential Beginnings (Surviving Ashes, Book One)
Hidden Ashes (Surviving Ashes, Book Two)
Buried Flames (Surviving Ashes, Book Three)
Endless Flames (Surviving Ashes, Book Four)
Rising Flames (Surviving Ashes, Book Five)
CSA Case Files Series
Captured Innocence (CSA Case Files 1)
Sinful Resurrection (CSA Case Files 2)
Renewed Faith (CSA Case Files 3)
Campaign of Desire (CSA Case Files 4)
Internal Temptation (CSA Case Files 5)
Radiant Surrender (CSA Case Files 6)
Redeem My Heart (CSA Case Files 7)
Red Starr Series
Starr’s Awakening & Hearths of Fire (Red Starr, Book One)
Targets Entangled (Red Starr, Book Two)
Igniting Passion (Red Starr, Book Three)
Untold Devotion (Red Starr, Book Four)
Fulfilling Promises (Red Starr, Book Five)
Fated Identity (Red Starr, Book Six)
Red’s Salvation (Red Starr, Book Seven)
The Safeguard Series
Brutal Obsession (The Safeguard Series, Book One)
Faithful Addiction (The Safeguard Series, Book Two)
Distant Illusions (The Safeguard Series, Book Three)
Are you ready for more of the Bad Boy Homecoming series? Check out the next romance in our sexy reunion standalone series:
ROCK STAR by Stacey Kennedy
This book contains an excerpt from the forthcoming book Rock Star by Stacey Kennedy. This excerpt has been set for this edition only and may not reflect the final content of the forthcoming edition.
CHAPTER ONE
Travis Walker made women’s panties disappear.
On most nights, anyway.
Tonight, sitting on a wooden stool set upon the stage at Catfish Creek high school’s conference center, only one woman was on his mind. His fingers strummed over the strings of the guitar, mouth rested near the microphone, and after he sang the final two lines of the chorus—I wanna kiss you under the moonlight. And love you ’til the sun comes up—the applause from the crowd reopened his eyes.
Sparkling string lights and masquerade masks hung from the ceiling above him, reminding him that he wasn’t surrounded by thousands of his typical screaming and wild fans. In his Texas hometown, he stared out at teachers, old friends, and classmates, all dressed in formal wear and masquerade masks.
From his seat in the spotlight, he recalled playing for smaller crowds on this very stage back in high school. Those had been some of the happiest days of his life. Now, fresh off his last world tour, he realized he loved that scene, too. The energy of a smaller crowd, who knew him personally, and a larger crowd, who thought they were in love with him, was so different he couldn’t compare the two, but admittedly, he missed the intimacy that came from a smaller venue.
Done with his song, and with the crowd quieting, he slid the guitar strap over his head and handed the instrument back to a member of the band that’d been hired to play at Catfish Creek high school’s ten-year reunion. He jumped off the stage and sighed in relief, finding that all the cell phones pointed in his direction were now put away, and the flashing lights were gone.
That’s when he set his focus on what mattered tonight: finding her. Rae Evans—the muse behind his song, Moonlight.
He scanned the crowd overtop the decorated tables with their gold chairs, but the beauty had escaped him somehow. He recognized Annie Flowers, the librarian, who gave him a little wave, and Christopher Christianson, the principal, who was grabbing a drink from the bar. Travis could have sworn he spotted Rae entering the masquerade ball when he’d begun his song. Desperation now clawed at his chest.
Determined to find her, he moved farther into the crowd, just as his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Knowing exactly who it’d be, and that he couldn’t ignore the call, he reached for his cell phone and then frowned at the text from his manager, Scott Price.
Nice job. The video is already up on YouTube. Fans are loving it. The mask was a nice touch. Don’t miss your flight in the AM.
Travis shifted the black mask around his eyes, and the muscles along his shoulders tightened with the reminder of the weight they carried; of the need for him to always be on point, and the fact that nothing, not even his high school reunion, was sacred anymore.
Life had changed dramatically since the last time Travis had stepped foot into the community center. But he didn’t want to think about the shit weighing on him, so he fired off a response—I’ll be on it—then tucked his cell phone back into his pocket.
He had tonight, and he wouldn’t waste it.
In the eyes of his manager, Travis had come
to the reunion to put on a show and to look real to his fans. But Travis hadn’t come for the publicity; he came for one very good reason: to find his anchor—the woman who stopped his world from spinning wildly out of control.
Again, he searched the crowd, ignoring the way some men glowered at him, and some women batted their lashes. Rae. That’s whom he’d come here to see tonight. Only her.
The band behind him started playing another ballad, and that’s when he found her, staring right at him from across the room. She wore a sleek, black, strapless gown with matching long, black gloves.
His muscles surged with adrenaline, and he went to move toward her when a hard voice came from behind him.
“Karly wants you to play another song.”
Travis slowly glanced over his shoulder to find the biggest asshole in Catfish Creek high school history. Jason was once a buddy Travis had hung out with. Rae, Travis’s high school sweetheart, was best friends with Kate, and Kate had loved—and later married—the dipshit behind him.
Times had changed.
Travis didn’t owe Jason anything now, and he certainly didn’t owe the reunion’s event planner, Karly, shit. “You can tell Karly that I told her I’d play one song, and that’s exactly what I did. Bother me again, and we’ll have a problem.”
Jason didn’t make a move or say a word in rebuttable. Once a coward, always a coward.
Pulled by the energy only Rae conjured, Travis stretched out his fingers, shedding his frustrations as he moved with purpose through the crowd. Her pretty, hazel eyes surrounded by dark makeup followed his every move, and she yanked him forward with a simple look.
He’d seen her every so often on the Internet, when the Catfish Creek newspaper featured her for her charity work, and also on the website for the vet clinic she owned. She’d always been a pretty girl, but she’d grown into a blindingly beautiful and stunning woman. Her gown fit her like a glove. A gold-speckled mask somehow made the creaminess of her skin appear richer. She wore her shoulder-length, brown hair in big waves framing her round face.
She didn’t look so fresh-faced and innocent. Tonight, she looked sexy as hell, and Travis’s cock swelled eagerly at her beauty.
When he reached her, the air felt charged between them. “Rae,” he said.
Her eyes warmed. Dark red, painted lips curved. “Travis.”
Christ, he remembered how those lips tasted. How she tasted—every goddamn inch of her.
Beneath her mask, those pretty eyes now turned a little suspicious. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight.”
“Well, to answer you, I need to tell you a story.” He offered his hand. “How about we dance, and I’ll share it.”
For a second, he thought she might refuse him. She simply stared at his hand. The tightening in his chest eased when her eyes met his again and she slowly slid her palm into his. He closed his fingers around hers and sensed her soften, making him smile. He vividly remembered the way she used to melt so easily for him.
Reliving that infectious energy she carried, he led her into the middle of the dance floor, then he spun her around and pulled her into him, nice and close, sliding his hand across her lower back.
She laughed softly, eyes twinkling behind her mask. “You’ve still got the moves, I see.”
Her honest smile warmed the cold parts of his soul. “My moves will never fail me.” He grinned.
The band played the perfect song. Something straight off the 2006 Top 100 charts. A little sexy and slow, keeping her hips swaying perfectly with his, he did nothing to shield his erection. But one look into her eyes told him that was all right. With her breasts pressed against his chest, her cheeks a little pink now, he noticed the heat in the depths of her gaze. He’d recognize it anywhere. That heat felt like it belonged to him—always had, always would.
“How long are you staying in town?” she asked, in an obvious attempt to divert their attention away from his cock.
“Just tonight.” He stroked his thumb over the back of her hand. “I fly out bright and early in the morning.”
“Only tonight?” She shot him a questioning glance. “You came all the way here from New York just for the reunion?”
“You seem surprised.”
She shrugged, seemingly unaffected when another couple bumped into her, her interest obviously centered on him. “Seems like a long way to come for only a few hours.”
A very good point, indeed. “Well, you see, that brings us to my story.” He sent her out, twirling her around before bringing her in close again and returning the smile she gave him. “But I think we need to go back even further for you to truly understand.”
“Go on,” she said, watching him closely.
He paused, collecting his thoughts, then he began. “You’ll never hear me complain about my life. I have far more than I probably deserve.”
“That’s a good thing,” she said firmly, even if a playful grin teased her lips. “You have a pretty amazing life, and you’d better not complain to me about all the amazing trips you get to take around the world, or you might lose a tooth.”
He chuckled but leaned in, calling her out. “And how do you know so much about my life? Reading up on me?”
“A little,” she admitted.
That’s what he liked most about Rae. She was honest, through and through. The fact that she followed his life could bite him in the ass later, but at this point, there was no going back, so he pushed conversation along. “So, then you know that I have a very good life. I travel. I stay in fancy hotels. I eat at amazing restaurants. I never have to lift a finger. I have everything that anyone should want.”
Her eyes searched his. Then, “But it’s not the life you want?”
Of course, she caught on. He didn’t expect otherwise. “It’s not that I don’t want the life I live,” he explained gently. “It’s that something is missing. Something very important.”
“Which is?”
“You.”
She began nibbling her lip like she used to do in high school when she became confused. “Me?”
“Yes, you.” He slid his hand along her spine, pulling her in closer, leaving no room between them. “I can have anything I want, Rae. There is nothing that’s not available to me. But what I had with you…I haven’t had that since.”
Her eyes softened, and her voice grew quiet. “That’s really kinda sad, Travis.”
“It is what it is.” He shrugged, not wanting to get stuck on the things he couldn’t change. That wasn’t why he came to the reunion. “My manager told me that I’d been invited to the reunion and saw it as a business opportunity. But I saw it as a personal one.”
The song shifted to something faster, and the crowd began to fill the dance floor, bumping into his back. He refused to let her go, holding her tightly against him. “Do you want to know the real reason I came to the reunion tonight?”
“Yes,” she said, a little breathlessly.
“I came to relive the past, Rae.” He released her hand, wrapping his other arm around her and bringing his mouth close to hers. “That’s the only reason I’m here. We have this night. That’s it.” He was encouraged by her shiver. One that spoke of her willingness to give him all that he wanted and more.
Hot and hard, he dropped his head into her neck, inhaled the subtle hints of her flowery perfume, and said into her ear, “We have a chance that many people don’t get. Do you remember how good we were together? How intense things were between us? Have you had that since?”
“No,” she rasped.
“It’s tempting, no? To go back and feel what we felt before?” He dragged his nose across her neck in the way he knew she liked, feeling her quiver under his hands. “That’s why I’m here, Rae. I want to remember what we gave up.” He brushed his lips across her neck, and a soft moan escaped her mouth, as he murmured, “I want one more taste of you.”
She gasped and stepped back, blinking rapidly. “I…I need to get some air.” Then those pretty pink cheeks and
wide, excited eyes were gone, her dress trailing behind her as she ran for the door.
Travis shoved his hands into the pockets of his suit and grinned. He didn’t mind hunting her, it sweetened his reward.
Distant Illusions
(The Safeguard Series, Book Three)
Follow along as USA Today Bestselling Author Kennedy Layne takes you down a suspenseful path where a ruthless killer is always one step ahead…
Brody Novak has been given his first assignment for Safeguard Security & Investigations, and it has nothing to do with his lead role as a communications specialist. With the rest of the team occupied on a hunt for a serial killer, he’s the only one left behind to handle what everyone thought to be an open and shut case. He should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.
Remy Kinkaid has faithfully made a phone call once a month for the last four years to ensure the killer who murdered her sister remained behind bars. Every time she’s been given the same answer—except today.
Brody and Remy must work together to hunt down a murderer, despite their growing attraction. It isn’t safe to give in to their desires, when the killer is always one step ahead of them. It’s only when he stumbles that Remy is finally given the opportunity to face her past in order to have a future.
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