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By:Zoe York


small town contemporary romance, geek romance, second chances, vacation romance, first loves, doctor, teacher, Christmas





Love in a Small Town, Pine Harbour Book 1

Six years. Two break ups. One divorce. They should be over each other.

small town military romance, soldier, cop, divorced couple, second chances, big family, summer romance, rural romance





Keep reading for samples from both of these books, and then dive in to  the Wardham and Pine Harbour series! More standalone contemporary  romances that will fill your heart with joy and bring that little spark  you've been looking for.





AN EXCERPT FROM

WHAT ONCE WAS PERFECT

They sat like that for almost an hour. At one point, Kyle was convinced  that she had fallen asleep, but he didn't want to risk losing the  moment, and he couldn't see her face without shifting. Her head was  tucked under his chin, and he didn't mind, because her hair smelled  amazing, an intoxicating blend of honey and some kind of fruit. Thank  god her ass was perched high on his thigh and her legs were bent over  his other arm, because in the space beneath he had developed a brutal  erection. He couldn't remember ever being this turned on by cuddling  before, except maybe in those first few weeks of dating when they were  still working on rounding all the bases.

He remembered every single day of that spring, the long string of her  firsts: Laney slowly peeling off her t-shirt in the barn, then crossing  her arms against her chest; her sliding across the bench in his truck,  straddling him, grinding her jean-clad pussy against his cock; getting  completely naked in a hotel room after the Science Society Formal Ball,  wanting to punch a hole in the wall after their only condom broke. Laney  had made that night worthwhile anyway, sliding his cock between their  bodies, holding herself open, rubbing against the length of him until  they both shattered apart. They'd spent the night twisted up in each  other, and when Laney wrapped her warm little hand around him in the  shower the next morning, he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. He  returned the pleasure before check out, and two weeks later when he  moved into his first apartment, they had an entire box of condoms at the  ready.

She lifted her head and he was torn between wanting her to see where he  had wandered in his mind, and hoping she'd return to her original  position so he could keep smelling her hair like a pervert. He didn't  dare think that she might be wandering around the same spots on memory  lane, even when she pressed her forehead against his chin, then rubbed  up his face until her lips connected with his jaw. Kyle stifled a groan  and eased her legs down to the ground, freeing his arm to press between  their bodies.

"Laney, sweetheart, that's not a good idea." It's brilliant, asshole,  shut up. He could barely grind out the words. His body was not on board  with being noble.

"Probably not." She pressed against his hand, flat against her upper  chest, stretching her body to reconnect with his face, and the upper  swell of her breast filled his palm. This time the groan was louder.  "Tell me to stop."

"We're going to regret this." Freud would have a field day with what was  going in his head. Baser instincts were definitely gaining traction.

"Probably. Tell me to stop." Her lips found the corner of his mouth, at  an angle, and then her face turned again and they were sharing the  barest of open mouth kisses, her bottom lip resting on his, pressing it  down. Her eyes were wide, pupils dark and full of want. He didn't see  any hesitation, only heat, and his resolve slipped. One kiss. He let her  breath slip into his mouth, hot and moist, and he was lost, disoriented  in a mixed fog of memories and unfulfilled fantasies.

With a slight jerk, his extended arm relaxed, allowing Laney to crawl  back on his lap, straddling his hips this time, and she looked down at  his erection with a smirk. "I knew you didn't want me to stop."

"Wanting you to stop and knowing you should are two different things.  Hell no, I don't want you to stop." He dragged a ragged breath into his  chest and ran his hands down the sides of her body, squeezing her hips,  tracing over her thighs and then up again, harder this time, sliding his  palms under her sweater and over the thin cotton tank top hiding  underneath. "But I don't want you to hate me, either."         

     



 

"I'm not an innocent college kid anymore, Kyle." She wiggled her hips,  trying to slide closer to the bulge in his jeans. "I like sex. You make  me think of sex. I'm all fired up from fighting. Let's go."

It should have been an ardour-dousing wakeup call, the casual offer of  something that was once so special to her, to them. The higher-thinking  part of his brain was protesting that something was wrong, that Laney  couldn't possibly want a booty call.

But all Kyle could focus on was the easy confidence that she had gained,  how she must have gained it, and his primal need to re-possess that  which he had lost took over. He could hear raspy need in his voice and  he didn't care. "Now it's your turn to tell me to stop, sweetheart."





AN EXCERPT FROM

LOVE IN A SMALL TOWN





He brought wine and a winning smile. She was in trouble.

"Nope. We're not opening that." She shook her head as he grinned and  stepped inside. The temperature outside was dropping and he was wearing a  leather jacket she hadn't seen before over jeans and a white t-shirt.  He looked good. They didn't need to add alcohol to the mix for her to  feel unsteady about what was going to come next.

And it wasn't them, together, in an orgasm-fest for the ages. What  happened Friday morning could not be repeated. Not when she'd made up  her mind about moving forward with her life in a way that didn't involve  Rafe Minelli and his future conquests.

If he wore that jacket around town, there would be a lot of conquests in his near future. Hot damn.

"Then put it on your wine rack or something. I didn't want to come empty  handed." He handed it over but didn't let go right away. He pressed the  bottle into her hands and stared at her intently as if he was trying to  unlock her secrets.

She was only hiding two things. One she was just trying to work up the  courage to share. The other-that he still melted her from the inside out  with his chocolate brown eyes and stupid dimple-was locked in the  vault.

This wasn't the first time he'd come over since moving out, but it had  been at least nine months. He'd taken the Christmas lights down and  replaced the weather-stripping on the front door, and she'd given him a  stiff thanks at the door. So he hadn't seen-

"You painted."

"Yeah." Because the warm yellow had reminded her too much of him.

"By yourself?" He turned around slowly in her living room, formerly their living room, an inscrutable look on his face.

"It was pretty easy," she muttered. He'd taken half the furniture, which  left a lot of room to move stuff around and create bare walls.

"I like the beige." He was totally lying. Taupe, oatmeal, canvas  …   didn't matter what she called it, he'd never wanted any neutral colours  in their space.

"Have you made any other changes?"

"Uhm, I tiled the backsplash in the kitchen." She pointed the way, which  was stupid. They'd bought the house together. He knew where the kitchen  was. Had made her coffee in it almost every morning for three years,  even if he was gone before she woke up. Had perched her naked on the  counter and knelt in front of her, licking-

"Looks good." He glanced back at her, his gaze lingering on her pink cheeks for a moment. "A lot of good memories in here, huh?"

He couldn't know what she was thinking, not exactly, but her breath  caught in her throat nonetheless when he patted the counter. "Come  here."

She shook her head in short, choppy movements. Nuh-uh. They needed space between them. Loads of it.

"I'm not going to bite, Liv." His voice was low and rough, like he was actually promising to bite her all over.

"I'm not so sure about that," she teased as lightly as she could.

He gave her a long, hard look before smiling ruefully. "Yeah, I wouldn't take that bet. So what's for dinner?"

And just like that, the mood shifted. "Beef stroganoff and a salad."

He kept his distance as she worked on the salad, flipping through a  newsmagazine on the table. When she pulled a bottle of salad dressing  out of the fridge, he moved to take it from her. She noticed the pile of  opened mail at the same time he did and cursed under her breath.

"What's this?" He fingered the red flagged letter from the hydro company and she winced.

"It's nothing. I just forgot to pay that bill." She watched as he flipped the letter over and frowned.

"Three months in a row?" The incredulous look on his face told her he  didn't buy her excuse. "It says here they're cutting off the power  tomorrow."         

     



 

"I paid it last Wednesday," she mumbled. "It's fine."