Title: Love on a Spring Morning
Love on a Spring Morning by Zoe York
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
i have to admit i was a little nervous about starting this book. i was afraid the pain would be hard to read and while it was very emotional at times it wasn’t too painful to read. it was actually a really sweet story most of the time.
ryan was understandably very grumpy a lot of the time. he was downright mean to holly a few times. he quickly became a really great father for his grieving kids. he was having a hard time dealing with not only his grief but being a full-time single dad and making sure they didn’t drown in their grief. he has basically shut down emotionally – he wasn’t very open before his wife died. we saw glimpses of his sweet, playful personality after he meets holly but he seems almost bipolar at times because he was really either really hot or really cold.
i really liked holly a lot. she had every reason not to be personable or likeable but she was both. her miserable upbringing had her pretty closed off emotionally as did her life in the spotlight. she was basically 2 people in one – her public persona and her private one. in reality, she was really sweet but really lonely.
their relationship was a slow build but endearing. overall, it was a really great read.
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.”
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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