This is a story with a different focus. I was looking for something out of the ordinary and I think I found it.
See part of conflict in this story, as well is the setting, is a cemetery. Well and old one with lots of interesting stuff in it. But basically one of the main characters inherits a cemetery. You may think that a strange subject for a romance novel, but I saw it as location gold. Its unique and I went for it. Love blooms among the garden of stones. Who wouldn’t fall in love with the hunky Bosnian grounds keeper who doesn’t speak much English, so he lets his body and eyes do the talking. Can we all say ‘Yummy’ at the same time? I really wanted this story to be sexy, unusual, and a little funny. I hope I succeeded and I hope you give it it a try.
Title: Buried Passions
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Currently a Standalone
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Jan 9 2018
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
When Broadway actor Jonah receives word that his uncle has passed away and named him the heir to a property in Carlisle, Pennsylvania, Jonah’s plan is to settle the estate as quickly as possible and return to his life in New York City. Much to Jonah’s surprise, the inheritance includes the Ashford Cemetery—and its hunky groundskeeper, recent Bosnian immigrant Luka Pavelka.
Jonah soon discovers Luka is more than easy on the eyes. He sees into Jonah’s heart like no man ever before, and his job at the cemetery is all he has. If Jonah sells, Luka is left with nothing. Luka is there for Jonah when Jonah needs someone most, and there’s no denying the chemistry and connection between them. But Jonah has a successful career back in New York. Now he must decide if it’s still the life he wants….
Charles got off the freeway and drove through a business neighborhood and then into a quiet residential neighborhood. We passed a Giant grocery store and pulled off to the side of the road.
“What’s going on?”
Charles got out, and I followed.
“Is this Uncle Samuel’s house…?” I looked around. There was a small park across the street and a path into the trees.
“I’m afraid not. How much do you know about your uncle?” He turned to face me. “I suspect not very much. See, your uncle Samuel was respected and cared for. He knew every family in town and dealt with each and every person with a quiet, soothing dignity. It was how he was and what made him the best at what he did.”
I scratched my head as Charles walked toward the path. The trees quickly gave way to an open space with freshly cut grass broken up by tombstones, grave markers, and mausoleums that had to date back a hundred years or more. “Are you taking me to where Uncle Samuel will be interred?”
“No… well, yes, in a way, but no. Your uncle was a funeral director. He worked for the oldest funeral home in town, and some decades ago, purchased the business.” Charles paused, turning around. “Samuel handled the funerals for both my parents, and there was no one who could have helped us through the process more. He was understanding and caring without being false. Samuel knew how people grieved and understood what they needed. Your uncle was an amazing man. He retired a few years ago and sold the business… well, most of it.”
A chill went up my spine. “Most….” I was seconds from racing back to the car and to the train station.
“Yes. See, this is Ashford Cemetery, and your uncle owned it. He tried to sell it with the funeral home, but there were no buyers, so he sold the business to simplify the estate and had to keep the cemetery.”
I found it hard to breathe, like all the oxygen had been pulled out of the air. “You’re telling me that my uncle left me a cemetery? This cemetery?” What the fuck was I supposed to do with a goddamn cemetery?
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