OnTheWayHome-SkyeWarren-500x750“Thrilling, suspenseful, sexy as hell. Skye Warren can simply do no wrong.” – Book Bellas

Clint
For eight months I’ve been deep under cover as a special operator in the Army. On the plane ride home, all I want is a hot shower and a long sleep. But a Dear John text message leaves me stranded. I need a ride and a place to stay, and the pretty stewardess is more than willing.

Della
It’s supposed to be a simple trade—the passenger in seat 34B for my sister. But the sexy soldier is more than I can handle in all the best ways. He trusts me, but I can’t save him. No one can. Sometimes trouble has a way of following you home.

 

 

 

 

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Praise for On The Way Home

“On the Way Home has so many aspects that I love in a book: suspense, steamy sex, ruthless crime bosses, a military leading male, and dark, gritty, and twisty romance. I highly recommend this to readers that enjoy their romance with a dark, edgy, and suspenseful twist.” – Tattooed Book Review

“So Clint and Della have to be the hottest pick me up at the airport and bring me home to kink me hookup ever…I loved On the Way Home!” – She Hearts Books

“Skye Warren has created a unique romantic suspense that edges on the dark side but is safe for lighter readers as well. With a good balance of sexual heat and story, this book delivers.” – Guilty Indulgence Book Club

“Clint is a sexy solider with a few secrets, Della is a gal that has a dark past with a few secrets of her own. Together they steam up the sheets and keep you on the edge of your seat.” – Red’s Hot Reads

“dangerous, steamy, intense and emotional all in one fell swoop…Skye Warren definitely knows how to infuse just the right amount of high speed energy and intensity, to mix with the emotional side of things, to make a well rounded complete story.” – Fictional Candy

“ON THE WAY HOME is yet another extraordinary story from Skye Warren and I loved every moment of it.” – The Romance Evangelist

“Skye Warren has literally taken the best of all literary worlds and put them into what is the best book ever! It’s hard to incorporate all themes and genres into one book but she mastered this! This book is full of mystery, intrigue, love, sex, heartbreak and overall awesome writing.” – Summer’s Book Blog

“The book is also full of suspense, if you can’t read it all the way through in one sitting at the beach or pool you will be thinking about the characters and the situations until you can finish. It keeps you going till the end. Della has to make some big sacrifices to save the ones she loves. The idea of choosing family or the love of your life is compelling and heartbreaking.” – Red Cheeks Reads

Excerpt from On the Way Home

I could be comfortable strapped into a Chinook, with full body armor and another hundred fifty pounds of equipment on top of that. I could HALO down to a cross-fire insertion, no problem. But flying coach on a standard commercial airline was killer.

Everything seemed tiny, as if I’d walked onto a display version of a real airplane. Due to the design of the plane, the rows on this side only had two seats. My buddy James had taken the window seat, but the aisle didn’t give me room to stretch. My legs were folded like a pretzel to fit into the small amount of legroom. My head cleared the headrest by almost a foot. My body jutted into the aisle, but there was nothing to do about that without pushing into James beside me.

The pretty stewardess walked by, her hip brushing my shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

Della, her name tag read. She was slender and careful, but that didn’t matter when I was taking up half the aisle with my shoulder.

“My fault,” I managed to say. It came out more like a rumble.

The lightest whisper of cloth, her blue uniform against my fatigues. A wisp of heat and a faint smell of peaches. It was too much. As if I were goddamned Sleeping Beauty, my dick woke the hell up.

She smiled then, and it was way too late to pretend I wasn’t getting hot at the sight of her.

Jesus, those lips. And the little upturned smile, the one that said she knew exactly what I was thinking.

Well, maybe not exactly. No way were her thoughts as desperate as mine. Eight months away from the States had taken its toll, with not even enough time or energy to beat off with regularity.

No privacy, either, but then we didn’t care about that. You couldn’t be fastidious in a godforsaken jungle. They send a bunch of eighteen-year-old testosterone junkies into the wild, what else is gonna happen? There’d been a time we’d all go into a firefight, walk out with no bullet holes, then head back to our bunks and jack off like we were synchronized swimming.

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