Sweet Rose – Baytown Boys Book 10 by Maryann Jordan

Sweet Rose
Baytown Boys Book 10
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Maryann Jordan

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Jason Boswell had moved to Baytown at the invitation of his Navy buddy to open a garage and tattoo parlor. He never meant to start off on the wrong foot with the beautiful Rose.

Rose Parker wanted to open an ice-cream parlor in Baytown, but life kept handing her one setback after another. And for Jason? It appeared that he managed to get everything he wanted. She hated to be envious, but frustration had her lashing out.

But their attraction could not be denied.

When Rose finally managed to get the space for her Sweet Rose Ice Cream Shop and upstairs apartment…right across the street from Jason’s shops, she made several discoveries…letters from the a former resident and a skeleton in the cellar.

Thrown into a mystery from years ago, it appears someone in town wants to keep secrets buried.

As Jason and Rose’s love blooms, can he keep her safe while she works to discover the truth?

Note: Language and scenes similar to what you would find in an R-rated movie.

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Rose wanted the building Jason won the bid on, it was perfect for her ice cream shop and had the bonus of an apartment above it. It was also the only one in the area she could afford without struggling to be a success.

Jason, bought the entire building for his Garage and Tattoo Studio. Having the two businesses next door to each other and the apartment above was perfect for him. He had no idea Rose wanted the shop and while he felt bad, he had won the bid. On a practical note fumes from the garage would definitely be a downside to ice cream preparation and enjoyment.

Rose is angry and frustrated when she confronts Jason in the space and that quickly leads to a totally different kind of heat. A night neither of them will forget, that ends with Rose leaving before Jason wakes, with only a note in her wake.

Now three years later, Rose is returning to Baytown with the same goal of opening an ice cream shop. This time she is a bit more prepared thanks to the events that occurred during the previous years. She is a bit nervous about seeing Jason again, after all she did disappear. The perfect property is directly across from Jason’s garage, she’d have to see him sooner or later.

It was Jason who initiated that first meeting after totally misunderstanding a situation.

This is a favorite scene.

Rounding the corner at the intersection where his garage was across the street, he headed directly to Rose’s shop. With the paper covering the windows, he could not see in but could tell there was a light on inside. He knocked on the door then pressed his ear to the glass. He could hear music in the distance and wondered if she was working toward the back of the shop. Knocking loudly, he still received no response.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he hesitated before walking away, the strong urge to see her overshadowing everything else. He walked to the end of the short block, down a side street, to the back alley. It only took him a moment to come to her door, surprised to find it standing open.

Knocking again, he called out, but with the music louder now, he knew she would not be able to hear him. He stepped through the door, passing an office and small bathroom. The music was coming from the main room, but a slight noise had him turn and peek inside a large storage closet, just as he called out, “Rose!”

Rose had one flip-flop covered foot standing on the top of a small stepladder and the other foot on one of the shelves in the room as she leaned precariously far to the side, a wet rag in her hand. At the sound of his voice, she startled, her foot kicking the ladder over before scrambling to find purchase on the shelving.

Rushing forward, he snagged her body as she started to fall, catching her in mid-squeak as a dirty, wet rag slapped up against the side of his head.

She started to flail about, but he held her easily, saying, “Rose, Rose. It’s me.”

She stilled, and he shifted her body so that she was now facing him, his arms banded about her middle, and her feet dangled off the floor. Her eyes widened, and she gasped. “Jason? Oh, my God, you scared me to death. What are you doing here?”

He knew he should set her feet on the ground, but the feel of her in his arms was so nice, he held on to her for another moment. Of course, the wet rag near his face cut into the pleasure of the moment. Glancing to the side, he said, “Uh, do you mind getting rid of that?”

The rag landed on the floor with a splat, and she gushed, “I’m so sorry.” As if just realizing that her feet were dangling off the floor, she wiggled and added, “You can put me down now. I’ll get a paper towel for you.”

He set her down slowly, and as soon as his arms left her body, she rushed from the closet and into the small bathroom. She returned with a roll of paper towels, ripping off several, and immediately began wiping off the side of his face, hair, and beard.

She stepped back, the wad of paper towels in her hand, and her face scrunched before her eyes landed back on his. “Oh, Jason. I’m not sure I made it any better. I am so sorry.”

He stared at her carefully, noting she was no longer wearing the pink bandanna on her hair, but her blonde locks were still pulled up in a messy bun. She was still wearing the large overalls, a light blue T-shirt underneath. Flip-flops were on her feet, her pink-painted toenails visible. Her hands were dirty. Her feet were dirty. And her face was completely smudged with dirt as well. His assessment from earlier still stood. Completely ridiculous and utterly adorable.

He realized he had not said anything when she was staring up at him with a scrunched nose and questioning gaze. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. Shrugging, he chuckled. “Most days I’m either buried in grease or ink, so a little dirt isn’t going to hurt me.”

His heart lightened as her smile widened, thrilled to discover that she did not appear to be upset at seeing him again.

“So… um… what are you doing here?” she asked.

“I’ve wanted to come by, but… well, I wasn’t sure when would be a good time,” he lied.

“I kept thinking I would see you around town sometime during the last couple of weeks, but except for glances at a distance, I didn’t.”

Jamming his fingers into his front pockets, he shrugged and said, “I’ve been pretty busy, I guess.”

Her hands fiddled with the clutched paper towels as she stared up at him. “I should have come by, but after the last time we were together, I wasn’t sure how you felt about me just popping around to say hello.” He remembered how guileless she was, and his hands slid from his pockets as he reached toward her shoulders, the desire to touch her as well as comfort her overwhelming. “Oh, Rose, you never have to worry about that.” He shook his head and winced slightly, saying, “I admit it was a little hit to my ego when you were gone the next day, but we both agreed it was just for the—”

Her hand flew up, landing over his mouth, halting his words. “No!” she all but shouted, her eyes wide as she shook her head back and forth.

Not daring to speak considering the hand over his mouth still held a damp paper towel, he lifted his brows in surprise.

“Oh, my goodness! I’m so sorry!” Her hand jerked back down, and he watched as pink blush infused her cheeks. Sighing heavily, she shook her head and admitted, “Sometimes I think I’m such a disaster.” Her gaze shifted to somewhere behind him, out into the open area, and she stepped back. Sucking in a deep breath, she lifted her gaze back to his and said, “Would you like to see my store?”

Chagrined that he had brought up the night they spent together, he understood her desire to change the subject. For a few seconds, he wondered if her offer to show him around was sincere, but as he gazed down at her, he saw a spark of excitement in her eyes again and wanted to keep that expression on her face. “Absolutely,” he confirmed. “I’d love to see what you’re going to do here.”
Maryann Jordan. Sweet Rose – ARC copy: Baytown Boys (Kindle Locations 783-826).

While the chemistry is definitely there, they don’t jump in quite as fast. Well they do but there is a lot more conversation first.

A startling discovery almost messes up Rose’s plans, but since it only involves the cellar and an event from years ago, she’s allowed to continue with the renovations and opening plans.

I love the way these two begin the romance that will be more than a one-night thing. The interactions with her mother bring sniffles and all the Baytown Boys and their wives and girlfriends lend helping hands.

Plenty of suspense, many surprises, a lot of love and some sizzling heat. I laughed, sniffled, held my breath and sighed as this book unfolds.

I can’t wait for the next book in this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Maryann!

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Maryann Jordan

I have always been an avid reader. My early memories were of my mother taking me to the library and allowing me to check out as many books as I could carry. My favorite books were checked out numerous times and read over and over. I would use my Barbie dolls to play out the scenes in books (such as Nancy Drew!).

I have written as a hobby for many years (probably since childhood). I have written devotionals, autobiographical writings about having a severely handicapped, medically fragile child, about my mother’s Alzheimer’s, and other subjects that interest me.

I joke that I “cut my romance teeth” on the old historical romance books. In 2013, I started a blog to showcase wonderful writers. In 2014, I finally gave in to the characters in my head pleading for their story to be told. Thus, Emma’s Home was created.

I worked as a counselor in a high school and was involved in education for the past 30 years, until retiring in 2015. I have been married to a wonderfully patient man for 35 years and have 2 adult, very supportive daughters. When writing, my dog or one of my cats will usually be found in my lap!


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