The Baytown Boys

Military duty called them away to war zones, but after tours overseas, the group of friends found their way back home as men, seeking the peaceful little seaside town. Now, the band of brothers, together once more, work to provide a place for less fortunate veterans to call home.

Zac Hamilton, one of the original Baytown Boys, had returned from the Navy to become the Fire Chief for the small town. But, the Eastern Shore was gripped in fear as an arsonist continued to set fires all over the county just after sunset.

Madelyn Stover returned reluctantly to Baytown to bury her estranged father, but finding journals he had written left her wondering what secrets her parent’s marriage had held.

A fire on her property led Zac to the beautiful newcomer and as they grew closer, discovered they had more in common than either realized. When the arsonist strikes too close to home again, can Zac keep his promise to keep her safe?

**The language and sexual scenes in the book are similar to what you would see in an R rated movie, therefore the book is for 18+ readers.**

I’ve really come to love Baytown, it’s small town togetherness and shore atmosphere has me running to read more.

In this one get to know Zac, an original ‘Baytown Boy’. He’s now the fire chief and as such has more than one responsibility to the town. He also supervises and trains both rescue workers and the volunteer firefighters.

Madelyn never thought she would return to Baytown. Her mother had taken away as a young teen and divorced her father. Only one disappointing meeting between father and daughter had occurred over the years. Now her father has died and named here his heir.

A chance meeting with Jillian and the girls leads to Maddie having support and help where she expected none. The American Legion and the auxiliary step up and help provide a beautiful service for the father she hardly knows. It’s then she meets Zac, after he gives a poignant eulogy.

This is a favorite scene, when Zac stops by while the arrogant David Wills is evaluating her father’s antiques.

Another knock at the door sounded and, expecting David’s assistant, she yelled for him to come in as she crawled over several items. Tripping over a low stool, she landed in a heap just as the door opened. Palms stinging, she looked up in embarrassment, seeing Zac standing in the doorway.

“Uh, hi…” she stammered, blushing as he bent forward to assist her to her feet. Even standing, she still had to lean her head way back to look into his face. When she had been near him at the funeral she was wearing heels but now, in her flat shoes, she realized how tall he was.

“Are you all right?” he asked, his hands still on her waist. “I came by to see if you would like to get lunch, but I didn’t expect to have to use my EMT skills.”

“Nothing hurt but my pride,” she quipped, attempting to cover her embarrassment. The warmth of his fingers on her waist traveled through her body making her very aware of the effect he had on her libido. His dark hair looked as though he had just swept his hand though it and her fingers twitched at her side, itching to see if it was as soft as it appeared.

Hearing a noise, his gaze shot behind her, his eyebrows lifting. “Did I stop by at a bad time?”

“No,” she rushed, stepping back. “David… Mr. Wills is here… helping me with—”

“Fuckin’ hell,” Zac said under his breath as he stepped inside and viewed the mess that he assumed was a living room. “What the hell happened in here?”

She opened her mouth to explain, but David popped his head around the corner, surprise on his face. His eyes dropped to Zac’s hands still on her waist. “Oh,” he said, “I didn’t realize you had company. I thought we could go out to lunch and then I could take you to my office so we can start the appraisal process.”

Deciding to keep his hands where they were, Zac noticed she stepped slightly closer to him. Inwardly fist-pumping, he smiled pleasantly at David.

“I don’t think so, David, but thank you so much for what you’ve done today. I’ll see you tomorrow and we can continue the downstairs. If you can, bring your computer tomorrow. That would probably save time, be more efficient.”

David’s eyes narrowed slightly at the dismissal, but his lips curled into a smile. “Of course. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.” With a curt nod toward Zac, he walked outside.

Zac shut the door behind David and swung his gaze back to hers. “I get the feeling he wasn’t too happy with my arrival.”

Blushing, she leaned forward and whispered, “I think I messed up his plans when I said I didn’t want to rush the process.”

He wondered about her change of heart, but then his gaze drifted over the furniture and the sheer volume of her father’s collection would take some serious time.

Madelyn observed him staring at the mess and felt her blush deepening. “I… uh…” Sighing, she said, “I can’t think of any way to explain this, other than to just say, welcome to my father’s world.”

Uncertain what to say, Zac nodded, his gaze moving away from the conglomeration of furniture to her face. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. I was just startled at the size of the antique collection your dad had. At least he collected something worthwhile. My old man just collected debts.”

Madelyn opened her mouth, then closed it quickly. His words were so brutally honest and yet, said with a hint of humor.

He grinned, disarming her, and added, “Sorry if that was a bit too much. My dad’s faults were well known in town, so I forget that not everyone knew him.” Observing her gaze avoiding his, Zac said, “So, what’s going on here?”

“My dad collected antiques and it seems that he filled the house.” She sighed, adding, “I’m afraid the whole house looks like this. I had no idea, of course, until I got here the other day.”

His gaze narrowed as he stepped further into the room. Madelyn watched as his eyes not only travelled over the furniture, but swept the ceiling as well. He walked through the room, calling over his shoulder, “The kitchen this way?”

“Uh… yeah… uh…” she said, hastening after him. Rounding the corner, she saw him looking up at the ceiling.

He grabbed a kitchen chair and stood, quickly removing the cover of the fire alarm. Her eyes were drawn to the skin now showing where his t-shirt rode up. Good Lord. His abs were tight and, from what she could see, well delineated. His tan skin was smooth with just a hint of hair leading to the top of his low-slung jeans. It took a few seconds of ogling before she lifted her eyes and saw his blazing at her in anger.

“There’re no batteries in this,” he growled. “Your dad had a house full of wooden furniture, like kindling ready to burn, and no fuckin’ fire alarm?”

Snapped out of her lust, Madelyn opened her mouth a couple of times, shutting it when nothing came out. “I… I guess so.”

“Are you staying here?”

Nodding, she said, “Yeah. I figured I might as well stay here so that I can work on the house easier. Not to mention, it’s cheaper than a week or more staying at a hotel.” She looked around at the mess in the kitchen and her shoulder sagged. “I have no idea how Dad lived like this but, then, I have no idea how he lived at all.”

Zac heard the defeat in her voice and dropped his chin to his chest. Heaving a sigh, he looked up, his heart aching for the sadness in her voice. He knew a lot about regret and wondered if she felt the same.

“Look,” he said, “I’m sorry. Really. It’s just in my nature to look at things through a safety perspective. I’m sure David walked in and viewed a paradise of antiques which must have made you feel good, and then I come in and start barkin’ and make you feel like crap.” He easily hopped down from the chair and set it to the side, next to a pile of other chairs stacked on top of each other. He stepped over, placing his hands on her shoulders, her body feeling so much more fragile than he imagined it would. Now that he had seen the inside of Lenny’s house, he realized what a massive undertaking she was forced to deal with.

“Hey, why don’t I get you out of the house, take you to lunch, and we can pick up some batteries on the way back.”

Madelyn stared for a moment, indecision filling her mind, before she nodded slowly and her lips curved slightly. “Okay… yeah, that’d be good.”

Laughing, he threw his hand over his heart, claiming, “You’re killing my ego, Maddie. I was afraid I was going to get shot down like David.”

Narrowing her eyes, she poked him in the chest. “Somehow, I think, Zac, that your ego doesn’t often get bruised. You strike me as the type who doesn’t exactly have problems getting lunch dates… or any other kind of dates.” As soon as the words passed her lips, she inwardly grimaced. He probably thinks I’ve been thinking of him… and dates. She hated the blush she felt climbing up her face and was grateful he appeared not to notice.

“Nah, I work too much to have many dates,” he admitted. Sticking his elbow out, he said, “Come on, let’s get out of the fire trap and have some good pub food.”

“Finn’s? I haven’t been there,” she smiled. “Well, not since I was a little girl.”

“Then you’re in for a treat,” he promised.
Maryann Jordan. Sunset Flames: Baytown Boys Series – ARC copy not for sale (Kindle Locations 849-906).

I really loved the build of this relationship, from friends to friends with benefits then an official couple. This book is also much more that just the extremely hot relationship. There is plenty of tension and suspense with a hunt for an arsonist and lots of soul searching for both Zac and Maddie.

I laughed and cried enjoying every interaction, every get together with the other Baytown regulars, and I truly did not figure out the arsonist.

I can’t wait for the next book in this series, I think it will be the new addition to Baytown who shows up at the end.

5 Contented Purrs for Maryann!

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!

The true measure of a man is not in the mistakes he makes…but in how he handles those mistakes.

Rafe Walker gained fame while in the Army when he was photographed for a Military Calendar. Afterward, modeling contracts rolled in but he found his life in California lacking and longed for a change.

Accepting an offer to work as a groundkeeper for a shut-in one summer, near his family in Virginia, he jumps at the chance to return to his roots.

But as he got to know the enigmatic woman, he began to desire a more permanent change with her.

But secrets abound between the two and when they are revealed, will he have lost his chance for a new forever?

The true measure of a man is not in the mistakes he makes…but in how he handles those mistakes.

Subject matter is similar to what you would find in an R-rated movie. Please be advised, for 18+ readers.

I am loving this series. This one is a take on Beauty and the Beast.

Having reached the end of his modeling contract, Rafe has had more than enough of the shallow, self-serving world surrounding him. He returns home to Virginia, set on finding something he really loves to do.

Miss Ethel, the woman who raised him and his ‘brothers’, is a crafty woman. She entices him to take the job as groundskeeper for a nearby shut-in. Of course she neglects to mention said shut-in isn’t old or infirm.

Sighing, she walked carefully to the stone wall, in the shadows of the terrace, to peer over into the ravine below. The river rushed by, the waterline high.

Hearing a noise behind her, she glanced back, startled at the sight of a large man stepping to the edge of the terrace, seemingly unaware of her presence.

Jerking around, so that her back was to him, she felt her breath rush from her lungs fast as the river below. “You… you’re not supposed to be here.”

“Oh, ma’am, excuse me,” he said. His voice was deep and rich, its timbre resonating through her. He continued, “I didn’t mean to come where I wasn’t supposed to, but this area isn’t safe until I clean it up.”

She nodded jerkily, knowing he was right but unable to turn around to face him. Indecision rooted her to the spot, her heart pounding furiously.

“Ma’am, I’ll step around the side of the turret, allowing you to enter your house in private. Once you’re safely inside, I’ll come back to clean the area. I’ll… uh… let you know when I’m finished.”

Nodding again, she now felt foolish. He must think I’m a crazy ol’ bat. Clearing her throat, trying to regain control, she said, “Yes, please. That would be best.”

She heard his steps retreating from the stone patio, and she limped toward the door, her legs strangely weak. Once inside the glass-paned terrace door, she closed it behind her, drawing the heavy curtains.

Walking forward a few feet, she stopped, her heartbeat still racing. Swallowing deeply, she hurried toward the study down the hall, far from the terrace. Slipping inside, she slid into a chair, before she allowed the tears gathered in her eyes to tumble down her cheeks. Dropping her chin to her chest, she hated the impression she had made on him almost as much as hating the need to be alone. Life had been so different once… a long time ago. As thoughts of her former life, and the life she had planned, moved through her mind, she wondered if a life of seclusion was all she had to look forward to.
Maryann Jordan. Rafe – ARC version – not for sale or distribution: Heroes at Heart (Kindle Locations 896-913).

As Rafe gets the outside of the estate looking pristine, our heroine Evelyn, starts thinking about her life and the cruelness of the world that caused her to hide away.

Storms lead the way to them actually meeting face to face. The twists and turns in this story will keep you wondering if these too will ever get together.

It’s a good thing Rafe isn’t one of those sit and watch TV guys, the cottage that comes with the contract has no TV, it does however have books. Lots and lots of books. Having him settle in to read after dinner is inspiring in itself. I really loved that when he looked around his temporary home he thought of a Hobbit house.

Full of references to several classics including Jane Eyre and The Hobbit. This is an entertaining love story you won’t want to miss!

5 Contented Purrs for Maryann!

Maryann Jordan

As an Award Winning, Amazon International Bestselling and All-Star author, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble Best Selling Author, I have always been an avid reader. In 2013 I started a blog to showcase wonderful writers and finally gave in to the characters in my head pleading for their story to be told. Thus, Emma’s Home was created.

My first novel, Emma’s Home became an Amazon Best Seller in 3 categories within the first month of publishing. Its success was followed by the rest of the Fairfield Series and then led into the Love’s Series. Soon, other spin-off series came along and 8 of my books have made Amazon top 100 Bestselling books.

Gabe, from the Alvarez Security Series won Silver Medal and 5 Star Review by the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Honor Love was an award winning novel from the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Serial Love was an award finalist novel from the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Coming Home was awarded the 5 Star Review by the 2017 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Discover Love was awarded the 5 Star Review by the 2017 Reader’s Choice Awards.

My books are filled with sweet romance and hot sex; mystery, suspense, real life characters and situations. My heroes are alphas, take charge men who love the strong, independent women they fall in love with.

I worked as a counselor in a high school and have been involved in education for the past 30 years. I have just retired and look forward to more time with family and writing!

I have been married to a wonderfully patient man for 36 years and have 2 adult, very supportive daughters.

When writing, my dog or one of my cats will usually be found in my lap!

I love to hear from readers, so please email me!

Military duty called them away to war zones, but after tours overseas, the group of friends found their way back home as men, seeking the peaceful little seaside town. Now, the band of brothers, together once more, work to provide a place for less fortunate veterans to call home.

Grant Wilder, one of the original Baytown Boys, came back from the war a changed man, walking away from his hometown and the girl he left behind.

Jillian Evans worked for years to hide her broken heart, especially when Grant moved back home to become one of Baytown’s police officers. He wanted friendship only and that’s what she’d give him. Focusing on her own career, she expanded her coffee shop into a local art galleria.

Grant and the Baytown police fight against drugs running through the small, coastal town, but when Jillian is threatened, Grant has to fight his wartime demons to save her…and finally declare his love.

After leaving the service, Grant had avoided coming home but the call of the closeness of friends and family won out. Now on the police force in Baytown, he has to face Jillian.

Jillian promised to wait for him and she did. Even when he determined to put her in the ‘friend zone’ she was still waiting. Now after seeing him with so many hook-ups she’s decided to try moving forward.

That didn’t seem to go over very well with Grant, he apparently doesn’t get that what’s good for the gander is good for the goose.

This is a favorite scene as Jillian discusses the confrontation with Grant the night of Tori’s engagement party.

Shrugging once more, Jillian said, “It was time to move on, Katelyn. Maybe for both of us.”

“I take it Grant wasn’t happy to see you with someone else?” Tori prodded.

“Well, it’s not like I haven’t had to watch him with others ever since he came back! He’s flirted with just about everyone and while I have no idea how many he has actually slept with, he’s certainly earned a reputation!” Jillian replied, her chin trembling before she shook her head slightly, steeling her resolve.

“But I show up with someone else, and proceed to watch Grant drink too much and get angrier as he does. Ben went to talk to some of his friends and Grant took the opportunity to get me alone. He ragged on me about going out with some young jock, which pissed me off. Then accused me of being a tease.”

At that statement, both Katelyn and Tori’s eyes bugged wide. “What the hell?” Katelyn sputtered.

“Oh, he was letting the alcohol talk,” Jillian said, her heart squeezing at the memory.

“Maybe the alcohol was letting him speak the truth, in a way,” Tori surmised. “Maybe it was his convoluted way of letting you know he’s still interested in you and not as just a friend.”

“Well, it was a dumbass way to do it,” Katelyn huffed.

Nodding, Jillian agreed, “Yep, that’s what I thought. Anyway, Ben came back over, Grant shoved into his shoulder on his way past us, and then grabbed one of the young, new teachers that came to the party. Jesus, she must have only been about twenty-one years old and had a god-awful giggle that set my teeth on edge. I think she works at the high school with Ben… he seemed to know her.”

Katelyn raised her eyebrow in surprise. “With that high-pitched giggle and that rack, she’ll have the teenage boys’ attention!”

“Yeah, well, she had Grant’s attention last night,” Jillian admitted, her voice now low as her shoulders drooped with the familiar ache in her heart.

Katelyn and Tori shared a glance over Jillian’s bowed head, both sighing in unison. “Maybe he didn’t—”

“Doesn’t really matter if he took her home and banged her silly or not, does it?” Jillian interrupted, eyes glaring out the window, staring at nothing. “The fact is, he could have either told me that he liked me and wanted to be with me, or he could have left me alone to be with my date. But instead, he confused me then stalked out with a pick-up right in front of me. If that’s not a royal kiss-off, I don’t know what is!” Her voice took on the sadness in her heart as she added, “I just don’t think I have any more chances left in me to give.”
Maryann Jordan. Just One More Chance: Baytown Boys Series – ARC Copy (Kindle Locations 318-339).

Now Jillian has some new plans for the Gallery above the Coffee Shop and as Artists contribute their work there are other forces working against the small town.

Drug runners are shortcutting through their peaceful little town and the Police department is following up one lead after another. So many trails, leading only part of the way to where they want them.

As busy as he is Grant and the others returned from the service make time for their new VFW Post through which the group is making many more connections including counselling for PTSD.

Now Grant realizes that if he is going to have anything build with Jillian he’s going to have to face his demons, demons that come to the surface every time he looks at her. The chance he wants isn’t going to come easily, she isn’t sure she has another one to give.

Full of suspense, action, misunderstanding, interesting drama, smoldering scenes, laughter and scenes that brought tears to my eyes.

I fall more and more in love with this series with every book I read.

5 Contented Purrs for Maryann!

Maryann Jordan

As an Award Winning, Amazon International Bestselling and All-Star author, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble Best Selling Author, I have always been an avid reader. In 2013 I started a blog to showcase wonderful writers and finally gave in to the characters in my head pleading for their story to be told. Thus, Emma’s Home was created.

My first novel, Emma’s Home became an Amazon Best Seller in 3 categories within the first month of publishing. Its success was followed by the rest of the Fairfield Series and then led into the Love’s Series. Soon, other spin-off series came along and 8 of my books have made Amazon top 100 Bestselling books.

Gabe, from the Alvarez Security Series won Silver Medal and 5 Star Review by the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Honor Love was an award winning novel from the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Serial Love was an award finalist novel from the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Coming Home was awarded the 5 Star Review by the 2017 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Discover Love was awarded the 5 Star Review by the 2017 Reader’s Choice Awards.

My books are filled with sweet romance and hot sex; mystery, suspense, real life characters and situations. My heroes are alphas, take charge men who love the strong, independent women they fall in love with.

I worked as a counselor in a high school and have been involved in education for the past 30 years. I have just retired and look forward to more time with family and writing!

I have been married to a wonderfully patient man for 36 years and have 2 adult, very supportive daughters.

When writing, my dog or one of my cats will usually be found in my lap!
I love to hear from readers, so please email me!

The true measure of a man is not in the mistakes he makes…but in how he handles those mistakes.

After leaving the Army, Zander King wants nothing more to do with being a hero. His life plan is to keep his nose clean, work hard to make his bar successful and avoid damsels in distress. Old habits died hard, though, so when a beautiful stranger walks into the bar to drink alone, his protective instincts kicked into high gear. It was a good thing too, because his was not the only eye she caught in his rough-side-of-town establishment.

When a man won’t take no for an answer from her, Zander kicks him out, but he sends the woman, who doesn’t belong there, packing too. Too late, he realizes his mistake in releasing the petite, vulnerable woman out into the neighborhood alone, when he finds her near death outside the bar at closing time.

Racked with guilt, Zander’s conscience won’t let him abandon her until he knows she’ll be okay. At the hospital days later, his sleeping beauty, Jane Doe, finally wakes up, but she doesn’t remember who she is or how she got there.

Zander vows to help her put the pieces of her memory back together, but would regaining her memory only put her in more danger?

A Heroes at Heart novel based loosely on the fairy tale, Sleeping Beauty.

Themes, language, and adult situations are similar to an R-rated movie. For 18+ years.

This book is a modern beautiful twist on the fairy tale Sleeping Beauty.

Zander feels incredible guilt after finding the beautiful woman he sent away, beaten and barely alive in the alley behind his bar.

No one knows who she is or where she came from and now in a coma she can’t tell them. At the suggestion of the nurse he visits and reads to her every day from a collection of condensed classics. The book is a favorite, he’d read from it to all his foster brothers. He’d even brought it overseas with him when he was in the service.

This is a favorite scene from the first day he reads to her.

His gaze slid to the whiteboard on the wall, seeing her name listed as Jane Doe. His heart hurt as he viewed the evidence that no one knew who she was. Waiting until they were alone, he scooted the plastic chair across the tile floor to rest next to her bed. But, before he sat down, he reached over and placed his hand on her palm. His gaze moved over her swollen face, noting the reddened area where the dark stitches had pierced her skin. The bruises around her eyes had darkened even more, black and angry. The hospital gown was open at the neck, exposing the upper part of her chest and shoulders, those bruises deepening as well.

Bending low, he stared at her dry, cracked lips. Seeing a tube of lip balm on the tray, he squirted some on his forefinger, hesitating to touch her injuries before rubbing it lightly on her mouth. The flesh was pliant, warm, and his breath hitched as he realized how vulnerable she was.

Blowing out a breath, he whispered, “Hey, princess. It’s Zander… uh… I’m Zander. I’m so sorry… so sorry. But, I want you… well, need you to get well.”

He stared, hoping she might twitch, or blink, or indicate she could hear him. But she continued to sleep.

Sitting down in the chair, he said, “I brought a book to read. I don’t know what you like to read, but this book was given to me years ago.” His fingers moved along the worn cover, remembering when Miss Ethel gave it to him.

“Alexander, don’t you let no one tell you you’re too dumb to learn. You’ve got more intelligence than most and I know it’s locked inside of you. Your teachers are going to go over the basics of reading, but that won’t teach you to love the written word. You and me, son, are going to read through this book. It’s got everything in it… classics… fairy tales… stories of bravery and strength. Stories of love. Stories of life.” Then she opened the book, flipping through the pages until she pressed her hand flat on a page, and I sat at her feet, listening as she opened my world.

As he continued to read, he glanced up occasionally, giving her hand a little squeeze. His voice, soft at first, grew stronger as he hoped she would be able to hear him. Not wanting to go too fast, he enunciated each word carefully. After a few minutes, he came to the description of the princess.

“ ‘The maiden grew up, adorned with all the gifts of the wise women; and she was so lovely, modest, sweet, and kind and clever, that no one who saw her could help loving her.’ ”

As soon as the words left his mouth, his gaze jerked up to hers. The truth was he had very little to go on as to her personality, but remembering her at the bar, he thought about the way she tried to be polite, first to the asshole bothering her and then to him… even when he was being a different kind of an asshole. He remembered the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, her head ducking slightly, having no idea how beautiful she was. Her voice had been soft, even when angry.

“This sounds a lot like you, princess.” Giving her hand another squeeze, he continued the story. After another few minutes, he came to the line,

“ ‘… the beautiful sleeping Rosamond, for so was the Princess called…’ ”

Sucking in a quick breath, his gaze shot back to her. “Rosamond. I know that’s not your name, but I hate like hell for you to keep being called a Jane Doe. So, if you don’t mind, can I call you Rosamond?” Shaking his head, he knew it was foolish to expect a sign from her. Looking down at her hand, he rubbed his calloused finger over her skin. Her arm was covered in abrasions from the gravel drive behind the bar. Grimacing, he forced the thoughts of her attack from his mind, focusing instead on the story. As he came to the climax, he read,

“ ‘And when he saw her looking so lovely in her sleep, he could not turn away his eyes; and presently he stooped and kissed her, and she awaked, and opened her eyes, and looked very kindly on him.’ ”

“Is that what you’ll do with me, Rosamond? Look upon me kindly?”
Maryann Jordan. Zander (ARC copy – not for Sale): Heroes at Heart (A Modern Day Fairy Tale) (Kindle Locations 700-744).

We journey with them as he reads to her, waiting for her to awaken. Passages from the book are shared and bring back many memories for me as well.

A heartrending story as the beauty awakens with no memory and with Zander’s help they piece together her life before she found her way to his town.

A page turner that had me laughing, crying and holding my breath as it makes it’s way to a HEA.

I look forward to reading the fairy tales Maryann pairs with Zander’s foster brothers.

5 Contented Purrs for Maryann!

Maryann Jordan

As an Award Winning, Amazon International Bestselling and All-Star author, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble Best Selling Author, I have always been an avid reader. In 2013 I started a blog to showcase wonderful writers and finally gave in to the characters in my head pleading for their story to be told. Thus, Emma’s Home was created.

My first novel, Emma’s Home became an Amazon Best Seller in 3 categories within the first month of publishing. Its success was followed by the rest of the Fairfield Series and then led into the Love’s Series. Soon, other spin-off series came along and 8 of my books have made Amazon top 100 Bestselling books.

Gabe, from the Alvarez Security Series won Silver Medal and 5 Star Review by the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Honor Love was an award winning novel from the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Serial Love was an award finalist novel from the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Coming Home was awarded the 5 Star Review by the 2017 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Discover Love was awarded the 5 Star Review by the 2017 Reader’s Choice Awards.

My books are filled with sweet romance and hot sex; mystery, suspense, real life characters and situations. My heroes are alphas, take charge men who love the strong, independent women they fall in love with.

I worked as a counselor in a high school and have been involved in education for the past 30 years. I have just retired and look forward to more time with family and writing!

I have been married to a wonderfully patient man for 36 years and have 2 adult, very supportive daughters.

When writing, my dog or one of my cats will usually be found in my lap!

I love to hear from readers, so please email me!