Rock ‘n’ Rose Read Online Suzan Holder

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Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 95543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
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It’s now or never…

In the summer of 1960, eighteen-year-old Rose Featherstone took a trip to Memphis that changed her life. Now, Rose confesses to her granddaughter, Daisy, that she returned home with more than just memories all those years ago – she was carrying Elvis Presley’s child!
Daisy is sure the claim can’t be true, and yet, what if it is? When her grandmother passes away soon after her startling revelation and leaves Daisy with a ticket to Memphis, Tennessee, Daisy decides it’s time to discover the truth. She’s always struggled to fit in but this trip might just show her the benefits of being born to stand out. And especially when she meets Joe Cody, aka Officer Blue Eyes…

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Chapter One

Daisy was grappling with an uncooperative dummy on the floor of her shop, Blue Moon Vintage. The mannequin was all knees and elbows, and trying to get a Fifties-style floral dress over the head and onto its angular body was proving impossible. Daisy realised she should have waited for Nana Rose; the two of them would surely be able to wrestle the blank-faced dummy into submission in no time. But Nana Rose was late, again. This had been happening more and more and Daisy had to admit her grandmother’s behaviour was starting to worry her.

Daisy gave up the struggle to re-dress the dummy and went to peer out of the shop window again. Blue Moon Vintage nestled between a newsagent and a chemist on an ordinary high street in a small Welsh town. It used to be a traditional gentlemen’s tailors, full of polished wooden fittings, large full-length mirrors and a temperamental old till. When it had come up for rent Daisy had leaped at the chance to move her online vintage clothing business into a bricks and mortar store.

Not for the first time, Daisy was beginning to regret her impulsive nature. The shop was her way of trying to fit into her home town; it had always felt such a struggle. No one else dressed like Daisy or liked the kind of vintage stuff she was into. She now realised that wasn’t the best premise for opening a retro business but being naturally pig-headed she’d quickly signed the lease and used all her savings on the deposit. Her mother Lilian had made it very clear she didn’t approve – nothing new there then – and had pleaded with her to think carefully. Unlike Lilian, Daisy much preferred to throw caution to the wind and act on impulse, but since her bank account had gone into the red and the bills kept piling up, she couldn’t help but recall an argument she’d had with her mother about the value of vintage.

‘Vintage?’ Lilian had sniffed as though the very word brought a bad smell to her nose. ‘You can call it whatever you like, Daisy, but if it doesn’t sell it will be “jumble” and no one ever made a living out of selling jumble!’

Whatever her mother’s misgivings, Daisy had worked hard to ensure the shop looked gorgeous. It might indeed turn out to be a folly – but at least it was a pretty one! The double bay windows were always stunningly dressed in a colourful assortment of yesterday’s fashions and framed by baby-blue painted woodwork. Daisy had invested in a beautiful painted shop sign that sat above the windows: silver lettering on a dark-blue background spelling out the name against a half moon crescent in an Art Deco style. There was even an old-fashioned bell over the recessed shop door that dinged when customers came in – not that they came in very often. It might not be a money spinner, but Blue Moon Vintage always looked wonderful.

The sight of Daisy’s anxious face peering out from between the silk and taffeta dresses on display was now rather ruining this image. Where had Nana Rose got to? Daisy had been trying not to join in with her mother’s increasingly frequent worries about Rose’s deteriorating condition. Lilian was a worrier, that’s what she did. Daisy tuned it out most of the time. Okay, so Nana Rose was slowing down a bit, getting a little confused every now and then – she was well into her seventies after all, and everyone knew she was a bit of a ‘character’.

Daisy and Nana Rose were as close as could be; Daisy’s addiction to pre-loved fashion, rock ’n’ roll music and vintage Americana had been completely inspired by her grandmother. It was not a love that was shared by Daisy’s mother Lilian, however… not at all. She’d almost flipped her lid when Daisy had splashed out on a refurbished juke box the first week she opened. ‘Why can’t you just put the radio on?’ she’d said, and Daisy had tried to explain, yet again, how she was completely missing the point.


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