Book 1 in the Rosewood Hollow Series
Love in rosewood hollow
When reclusive architect Bastian Hale arrives in the quiet Irish village of Rosewood Hollow, he’s carrying more than just building plans, he’s carrying grief. Hoping to disappear into fresh air, unfinished sketches, and silence, he never expects to meet Clara Byrne.
Clara has roots as deep as the old stone walls surrounding the village. She’s sharp, fiercely independent, and pours every ounce of herself into her bakery and the life she’s carefully constructed. Letting people in isn’t her style, especially not brooding strangers with unreadable eyes and the kind of charm that sneaks up on you.
But in a town where everyone knows your name and nothing stays secret for long, a spark is hard to ignore. And when buried pain meets undeniable chemistry, two guarded hearts will have to decide: stay safe, or risk everything for something real.
Love in Rosewood Hollow is a warm, emotional, and deeply romantic story about healing after loss, unexpected connection, and finding home in the most unlikely of places.
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How it all began...
Sneak Peek from Chapter One
Behind the counter stood a woman with flour on her cheek and a tray of freshly glazed buns in her hands. She looked up, and their eyes met.
And time… stuttered.
She was stunning. Not in the polished way of magazine covers or high-heeled executives. But in that raw, real, almost otherworldly way that sneaks up on you and knocks the breath from your lungs.
Her hair was a wild halo of dark waves. Her skin glowed in the golden light, kissed with freckles across her nose and cheeks. But it was her eyes that struck Bastian hardest, wide, almond-shaped, the color of rich emerald, and filled with something sharp and soft at the same time.
“Morning,” she said, Irish lilt warm and low. “You’re not from around here.”
He cleared his throat. “Is it that obvious?”
She tilted her head. “The glasses. The beard. The London brogue. Plus, I know everyone in this town, and I’d definitely remember you.”
Bastian smirked. “Noted.”
“Planning to stay awhile?”
He met her gaze again. “Yeah. I think I am.”
