Rescued By the Roughneck

Rescued By the Roughneck Jenna Rose Copyright © 2022 by Jenna Rose All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. About the Book Jess was on her way home on a stretch of long Texas highway when suddenly her car breaks down on the side of the road with a busted fuel gauge and no gas in the tank. On top of that, she’s got no cell service to call for help. What she does have, is a big, muscled, Texas roughneck who offers to give her a place to stay for the night. Liam is smitten when he sees the beauty stranded on the side of the road in front of him. He knows immediately she’s not from around here, and that there’s little chance of a blue-collar guy like him getting an upper-class stunner like her. But what choice does she have other than take shelter with him until morning? But Liam has no intention of letting Jess go tomorrow. He’s been waiting until just the right time to start building the perfect future for himself, and with this sweet angel in his life, that time is now. Instalove, age-gap, nice and SAFE with absolutely NO CHEATING and a sweet HEA for you ;) Have fun! More Jenna Rose Jenna Rose on Amazon Jenna Rose on Facebook Sign up for my Newsletter Join my TikTok If you liked the book, please consider leaving a review on Amazon. It really helps us authors! Facebook Twitter Instagram Contents 1. Jess 2. Liam 3. Jess 4. Liam 5. Jess 6. Liam 7. Liam 8. Jess 9. Jess 10. Jess Epilogue More Jenna Rose His Only Desire Box set 1 Jess Everything’s bigger in Texas. That’s what they say. Well, apparently that applies to these long-ass highways in the middle of nowhere, specifically the one that’s taking me from my aunt and uncle’s house back to Austin, where I now live. According to my thermostat, it’s a blazing 112 degrees outside, and my air conditioner can barely keep up. I have all four vents aiming straight at my face blowing full blast, and I’m still on the verge of breaking into a sweat. It’s so flat here. Like God took a pen and ruler and just drew a straight line for thousands of miles and dotted it with mesquite trees. I always want to call them mosquito trees—that’s really the only way I can even remember what they’re called. It’s nothing like New Hampshire, where I moved from six months ago. It hasn’t rained once, obviously hasn’t snowed, and I doubt it ever will. As far as I’m concerned, it’s just going to continue to be hot as hell, and I’m going to be here without a single friend in the world. I had to take a year off from school to move here when my dad took his new job at a law firm in Austin, which was fine with me, to be honest, considering I’m not sure about the whole college thing anyway. Dad wants me to follow in his footsteps and go pre-law, but nothing could interest me less. I’ve seen how much time he spends sitting behind his desk, shuffling legal papers, staring at his laptop screen, and it looks like hell to me. Sure, he makes a lot of money, and I’ve never had much to complain about as far as that part of my life goes. But if making money was all I was concerned with, well, there are plenty of easier routes I could go these days than law school. My friend Gina from back home—she dropped out of Boston University after her first year when her OnlyFans page started to pop off and she started making over fifty-thousand a month. And she wasn’t even selling nudes. But then again, I don’t have the personality for that either. I want to do something I actually want to do. But I’m not completely sure what that is yet. Suddenly, my car lurches forward like I’ve stepped on the gas. “What the hell?” As if in response, it sinks back like I’ve hit the brakes. It lurches forward again, like the car itself is coughing. A sickly sputtering sound comes from the muffler. “Oh, God,” I groan. I glance down at the fuel gauge, but everything looks fine. According to it, I should have a quarter tank left. But again, the car lurches forward and sputters again. “No!” I cry out. “No, don’t you fucking dare!” This doesn’t make any sense. The car is acting like it’s running out of gas, but how can that be? This has happened to me before once, but I was back in high school then. I had just gotten my license and was a total ditz when it came to driving. I was driving my dad’s old beater that didn’t beep or warn you when you were low, and I just ran out of gas on the way home. Luckily I wasn’t too far from the house, so after letting me wait for about a half hour, he came and brought me some gas. But this—this is definitely the same thing happening all over again. The car coughs and sputters a final time and shuts off completely. The power steering goes, and I’m barely able to turn the wheel to get myself off onto the breakdown line of the highway. Thankfully there’s no one behind me on this deserted stretch of road in the middle of nowhere. “Oh, come on!” I cry out, pulling my phone from my pocket. I barely even have a bar out here, but I dial my dad anyway. The first call doesn’t even go through. The second one does, but when he picks up, I can’t even make out his