Title: Amalgamated
Author: Becca Seymour
Series: Coming Home #2
Genre: M/M Romance, May/December
Release Date: September 28, 2019
Cover Design: Soxsational Cover Art
Publisher: Rainbow Tree Publishing
Escape with Leo and Zak in outback Australia as they discover it sometimes takes time, distance, and interfering family to amalgamate.
After five years of living in the UK, it’s time for Leo to return home to his dad’s stud farm in outback Australia. He has no idea what to expect when he arrives. He didn’t exactly leave with balloons and banners.
Nope. His farewell involved destruction and his own heart split in two.
He knows seeing the man who’s always held his heart, Zak, is going to be awkward. The older farm manager made his feelings pretty damn clear when Leo hightailed it out of there.
Leo quickly figures out life is going to get complicated and a whole heap more exciting as his trip home becomes so much more.
Amalgamated is a fun and steamy M/M short story in Becca Seymour’s Coming Home series. Stand-alone romances complete with heat, wit, and happily ever afters.
“Promise you won’t be mad.”
Groaning, I shook my head. Any request starting that way was going to result in me being pissed off. “What did you do?”
This time her glance my way had me tensing. Concern flickered in her eyes. When she focused on the road ahead, she blew out her cheeks, her lips pursed. “We’re heading to mine.”
“Okay?” I dragged out the word. I’d figured that out since we weren’t heading towards Dad and Michelle’s.
“Dad kinda got excited about you coming home.”
My stomach dipped. I just knew where she was heading with this. Slamming my eyes shut, I waited for her next words.
They came out in a rush. “Sohekindainvitedaheapofpeopleover. But…” She gasped for breath. “…it’s not technically a party, as there aren’t banners or balloons.”
My eyes sprang open, and I stared at her wide-eyed.
She glanced at me, a mix of horror and amusement on her face. “You owe me big for talking him out of that.”
“Yet you couldn’t have talked him into a small family meal?”
She shrugged. “I did try, but, Leo.” She paused, emotion swirling in her eyes, and I swallowed. This was just one of the reasons I’d stayed away. Guilt still clawed at me whenever I gave it life. “Dad was so excited you were coming home. You know he still doesn’t understand why you left. If it had just been heading to the city, that would have been a struggle, but you travelled to the other side of the world.”
My gut clenched. I still felt shit for leaving my dad, but I had my own life to live, and taking over my dad’s stud farm wasn’t what I wanted. Plus there was the major screw-up with how I destroyed any semblance of a friendship with Zak.
“There’s more.”
I flashed Jen a resigned look.
“Dad obviously invited Zak.”
My heart seized, and my gut churned. This could not be happening. While I’d anticipated seeing him, I wasn’t prepared for it to be the first night I got home. In hindsight, this was ridiculously naïve of me, considering his place was only a hundred metres or so away from the main house on the property.
“I know, I know, but best to get the whole awkwardness out of the way, right?” She reached out and gave my hand a small squeeze. After I’d run out on Zak the night I’d left, it had taken just a handful of calls from Jen for her to recognize something was wrong and for me to spill my guts. We remained close, even with the distance of the past five years, and without her in my corner, life certainly would have been trickier.
“Yeah, I suppose.” There was something to be said for ripping the Band-Aid off, but my gut clenched in anticipation.
Groaning, I shook my head. Any request starting that way was going to result in me being pissed off. “What did you do?”
This time her glance my way had me tensing. Concern flickered in her eyes. When she focused on the road ahead, she blew out her cheeks, her lips pursed. “We’re heading to mine.”
“Okay?” I dragged out the word. I’d figured that out since we weren’t heading towards Dad and Michelle’s.
“Dad kinda got excited about you coming home.”
My stomach dipped. I just knew where she was heading with this. Slamming my eyes shut, I waited for her next words.
They came out in a rush. “Sohekindainvitedaheapofpeopleover. But…” She gasped for breath. “…it’s not technically a party, as there aren’t banners or balloons.”My eyes sprang open, and I stared at her wide-eyed.
She glanced at me, a mix of horror and amusement on her face. “You owe me big for talking him out of that.”
“Yet you couldn’t have talked him into a small family meal?”
She shrugged. “I did try, but, Leo.” She paused, emotion swirling in her eyes, and I swallowed. This was just one of the reasons I’d stayed away. Guilt still clawed at me whenever I gave it life. “Dad was so excited you were coming home. You know he still doesn’t understand why you left. If it had just been heading to the city, that would have been a struggle, but you travelled to the other side of the world.”
My gut clenched. I still felt shit for leaving my dad, but I had my own life to live, and taking over my dad’s stud farm wasn’t what I wanted. Plus there was the major screw-up with how I destroyed any semblance of a friendship with Zak.
I flashed Jen a resigned look.
“Dad obviously invited Zak.”
My heart seized, and my gut churned. This could not be happening. While I’d anticipated seeing him, I wasn’t prepared for it to be the first night I got home. In hindsight, this was ridiculously naïve of me, considering his place was only a hundred metres or so away from the main house on the property.
“I know, I know, but best to get the whole awkwardness out of the way, right?” She reached out and gave my hand a small squeeze. After I’d run out on Zak the night I’d left, it had taken just a handful of calls from Jen for her to recognize something was wrong and for me to spill my guts. We remained close, even with the distance of the past five years, and without her in my corner, life certainly would have been trickier.
“Yeah, I suppose.” There was something to be said for ripping the Band-Aid off, but my gut clenched in anticipation.
Becca Seymour lives and breathes all things book related. Usually with at least three books being read and two WiPs being written at the same time, life is merrily hectic. She tends to do nothing by halves so happily seeks the craziness and busyness life offers.
Living on her small property in Queensland with her human family as well as her animal family of cows, chooks, and dogs, Becca appreciates the beauty of the world around her and is a believer that love truly is love.
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