Title: Love on a Spring Morning
Series: Pine Harbour #3
Author: Zoe York
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 2, 2015
Duplicity. Desire. Denial. They were doomed from the start.
Ryan Howard has zero interest in the movie being filmed in Pine Harbour or the high maintenance stars staying in the cottages at the end of his lane. He's just barely holding on to the raw remains of his life and the fantasy world being concocted around him is, as far as he's concerned, a complete waste of time and energy. The one bright light in his life is an intern on the set, Holly Cresinski, and their quiet conversations at the end of the day on his back porch.
Holly hates her life, too, which is entirely unfair because she’s blessed beyond measure. She’s at the top of her career--as film actress, Hope Creswell--and surrounded by people that mean well. But Ryan makes her laugh, and cry, and before she can find the words to explain her deception, he kisses her.
This is book #3 in the upcoming Pine Harbour series by NYT and USA Today bestselling author Zoe York.
What a heartbreaking story Ryan’s life was! My heart literally ached for him, but he thankfully found hope and love in Holly!
It was such a beautiful story!! I truly loved it! Not just loved it. I fell in love with it!
Zoe York managed to write a dark, heartbreaking story and turn it to a love story, a real love story. It was one of the most ravishing journeys I have ever read.
After tragedy hits Ryan and his family, he is left with an empty soul, barely holding on. Guilt and grief plagued his mind and he just couldn’t see any light anywhere.
Holly was successful in her job, had few friends that were more like family, but she wasn’t happy. She wasn’t loved and she didn’t love.
She lied so that she could spend time with him. He never really gave himself and them a chance.
Ryan had to go through so much in such little time. Zoe’s impeccable writing gave us a great gift, by writing the story by his point of view. We had the opportunity to see how he thinks, his life and his love with his own words and through his own eyes.
Zoe’s talent shone through in this book, because she gave life to an intricate storyline and made it sparkle. She gave us the good and the back. The heartbreaking and heartwarming. The hard and the easy parts. She gave everything to us in this story.
I feel so proud and happy that I got the chance to read this absolutely fantastic novel!!
It’s a story that deserves to be told, to be written and to be read.
Zoe York really outdid herself with this one.
Love on a Spring Morning took my breath away and a piece of my heart!
So, Love on a Spring Morning receives 5 Amazing Stars, because it is a mesmerizing story written by an incredibly talented author who always delivers quality, passion, emotion and beauty.
Without letting go of her hips, he settled himself on the chair again, and she straddled his lap. In her tight spandex pants, she could feel every inch of how much he wanted her, and she rolled her hips, nestling his cock right at the apex of her heat. “Come here,” she whispered, pulling his face to hers.
This kiss wasn’t like the ones on the deck outside the lake house.
This wasn’t just a kiss. This was heated foreplay and hunger let loose. She took her time, and he let her, but his hands were all over her back and her butt, and beneath her his entire body had turned to granite.
Her mountain man, in every sense of the word.
She pressed his lips open with hers, filled his mouth with her tongue. Slow, seductive strokes. Wet, teasing tastes. Breaths in and out, his air becoming hers and vice versa. All of it quieter than quiet and hotter than hot.
“How short do you want it?” she breathed after a time, as she kissed her way to his ear. She nosed at the yummy spot beneath his jaw, wanting to roll around in the perfection of his warm, tight skin.
“What?”
“Your hair.”
“That wasn’t a ruse for you to get in my pants?”
“Nope.” She pushed back, bracing her hands on his shoulders. “I really want to cut your hair.”
He blinked at her, his face blank with confusion, and she giggled.
“You kiss me like a porn star and then take a break to cut my damn hair?” Pressing his fingers into the small of her back, he urged her closer, and she almost went. Her lips were still wet from his tongue and her mouth was already lonely.
But she had a task, and she really wanted to get it done.
“And just how do you know how a porn star kisses?” She mock frowned at him.
“We have the internet.”
“For that, I’m going to take my time.”
“I take it back. I’m an altar boy. You’re an angel. Come back here with those angelic lips…”
She slipped off his lap, keeping her hands on his bare torso as she swayed around his body. “You look like a ruffian.”
“Okay, let’s go with that. I’m a bad boy.” He reached his long arms behind him and possessively gripped the backs of her thighs, pinning her against the chair. “I’d like to corrupt you, come back to my lap.”
“You’re a reputable community member and a father and a member of the military. You need a haircut.”
This kiss wasn’t like the ones on the deck outside the lake house.
This wasn’t just a kiss. This was heated foreplay and hunger let loose. She took her time, and he let her, but his hands were all over her back and her butt, and beneath her his entire body had turned to granite.
Her mountain man, in every sense of the word.
She pressed his lips open with hers, filled his mouth with her tongue. Slow, seductive strokes. Wet, teasing tastes. Breaths in and out, his air becoming hers and vice versa. All of it quieter than quiet and hotter than hot.
“How short do you want it?” she breathed after a time, as she kissed her way to his ear. She nosed at the yummy spot beneath his jaw, wanting to roll around in the perfection of his warm, tight skin.
“What?”
“Your hair.”
“That wasn’t a ruse for you to get in my pants?”
“Nope.” She pushed back, bracing her hands on his shoulders. “I really want to cut your hair.”
He blinked at her, his face blank with confusion, and she giggled.
“You kiss me like a porn star and then take a break to cut my damn hair?” Pressing his fingers into the small of her back, he urged her closer, and she almost went. Her lips were still wet from his tongue and her mouth was already lonely.
But she had a task, and she really wanted to get it done.
“And just how do you know how a porn star kisses?” She mock frowned at him.
“We have the internet.”
“For that, I’m going to take my time.”
“I take it back. I’m an altar boy. You’re an angel. Come back here with those angelic lips…”
She slipped off his lap, keeping her hands on his bare torso as she swayed around his body. “You look like a ruffian.”
“Okay, let’s go with that. I’m a bad boy.” He reached his long arms behind him and possessively gripped the backs of her thighs, pinning her against the chair. “I’d like to corrupt you, come back to my lap.”
“You’re a reputable community member and a father and a member of the military. You need a haircut.”
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Zoe York is a busy working mom of two young boys, wife to a very understanding soldier, and creator of modern, sexy, small town contemporary romances. Her debut novel, What Once Was Perfect, started the popular Wardham series, and her first military romance, Fall Out, was released as part of the international bestselling SEALs of Summer super bundle.
She lives in London, Ontario and is currently chugging Americanos, wiping sticky fingers, and dreaming of heroes in and out of uniform.
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