Day 3 of my Pine Harbour celebration – Love on a Spring Morning


Love on a Spring Morning, Pine Harbour book 3, is today’s feature. This book will pull at your heart and make you long to sooth the souls of both Ryan and Holly. They are both so wounded. He is a widower with kids just trying to make it day-by-day, and she’s a Hollywood actress who just wants someone to love her for who she really is, not the woman everybody needs her to be. Grab a box of tissues when you sit down with this book. You’re going to need them!

Love on the Run is coming out on September 20th. Since I absolutely LOVE this series, I’m celebrating by posting about each of the books and giving them away on my Facebook page. Check back each day to see an excerpt and teaser. If you’ve missed my other posts featuring Zoe York, go take a look. You won’t be disappointed! Some of them are FREE, including book 1 in this series!

Who doesn’t love a SEAL?!

Day 1 of my Pine Harbour celebration – Love in a Small Town

Day 2 of my Pine Harbour celebration – Love in a Snow Storm


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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.



She grinned to herself as she passed the quiet cottages where everyone else was tucked in for the night, then she settled on his steps. There wasn’t any movement in the kitchen, and the lights were still on upstairs, so she assumed he was putting the kids to bed.

She slid her phone out of her pocket and sent him a text message.

Sitting on your porch. No rush, I have tea and stars to look at.

Some time passed. She sent the same thing as an email, then looked at the lights upstairs. First one blinked off, then another.

Her pulse picked up in anticipation and she stood. Through the window, she watched him move through the kitchen, picking up dishes and carrying them to the sink. He paused in front of a kitchen cupboard, his hand on the knob, and he stood there for almost a minute with his head bowed.

Holly’s breath caught in her throat as he turned. He looked tired, but as he made eye contact with her, his face twisted and she realized with a jolt that he wasn’t happy to see her.

For an awful, agonizing moment, she thought he might turn and walk back upstairs, but he slowly came to the door and opened it.

“Hi,” she whispered, not daring to speak any louder than that. “Are you okay?”

“I hate that question.” He stepped out and yanked the door shut behind him, but didn’t move far onto the deck. Just stood there in front of the door, hands shoved into his pockets. Not looking at her. “I’m never okay.”

A stuttering noise burbled in her throat. “I’m sorry,” she finally blurted.


“What’s going on?” But she thought maybe she knew. Say it first, show him you meant to tell him sooner.

Hesitation had always been her Achilles heel.

“What’s going on?” he repeated, ice dripping from his words. “‘They’re not so bad, those movie stars.’” He was breathing hard, his mouth pulled tight, the skin around it white. “That’s what you said to me, that first night in my kitchen. And then every time we talked, you let me think you were just a girl who worked on a movie set.”

Oh, shit. “Ryan…”

“No. You don’t get the right to look at me like that.”

Like she’d do anything to back up and do this differently? Like she’d come to need him, like he was the best part of her day? Holly had no idea if all of that was on her face. She hoped it was, hoped something might make him see that she hadn’t meant to hurt him.

“I never said that, exactly, and I am just…”

“You played me for a fool.”

“I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, scalding hot tears burning her eyes.

“What the hell did you mean to do, Hope?”

She winced at the harsh bite of his words. “Holly. My name is Holly.”

“That’s not what the giant fucking banner in town says!”




New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Zoe York is a busy mom of two young boys and the 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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