Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Love in a Snow Storm by Zoe York

Pine Harbor #2
Dani and Jake want each other but he eight years older than she is. Plus his best friend is one of her older brothers who would probably beat him up just for the thoughts he has about Dani. Jake has been holding back his feelings. Dani doesn't like it. Olivia, Dani's sister-in-law, helps her make Jake jealous hoping that it will make him decide to act on his feelings.
Will it work?

I liked this story and the characters in it. I liked this one better than the first one.

From goodreads:
Contractor and army reservist Jake Foster fell in love with Dani Minelli when she was a colt-legged high school senior. He knew he was too old to even look at her, let alone touch.

Dani’s been trying to get his attention since returning to Pine Harbour a grown woman—and failing miserably at every turn.

This winter, everything is going to change. And when the snow stops falling, Jake and Dani won't be able to hide from their attraction any longer.

Five years earlier
NOTHING said unnecessary risk exposure like a man nearing his thirties wading into a teenage house party.
“You need to lighten up, man.”
Jake Foster gave his brother Matt a scathing glare. If one of them needed to do anything, it was Matt, and the thing was grow up. “Let’s just get Sean and drag him home before the Colonel gets wind of him getting blitzed again.”
“Dad needs to lighten up, too.”
“Maybe I should call Dean and get him to shut this party down.” Their older brother was an OPP officer. He wasn’t quite the stick-in-the-mud that Jake had prematurely become, but the two of them were the more responsible pair of brothers by far. Matt and Sean, four and eight years younger respectively, were unapologetic party animals.
They sat in the cab of Jake’s truck, staring at each other for a minute in a futile game of chicken. Jake wasn’t going to call the cops and Matt wasn’t going to push further. Neither of them was happy about having to pick up their drunk-ass brother on a Saturday night.
“Come on, let’s get this over with.” Jake hopped out of the truck and strode up the long country drive of the oversized farmhouse, heading toward the sights and sounds of a party falling apart. Intoxicated, belligerent young people spilled out on the veranda and across the lawn. None of them looked like high school students—mostly college-aged kids. And it sounded like the party had definitely gone awry. Bitter noises filled the air around him about stolen money and not enough beer. He scanned the faces, many of them familiar to him, and a sick feeling filled his gut. Halfway up the drive, he turned around and shoved Matt hard in the chest. “We’re not just picking up Sean, are we? Is Dani in there?”
Matt winced, caught in his half-truth. “She’s the one that called, not Sean. They’re hanging out back where it’s quieter.”
Jake swore under his breath and took off at a run, swerving around two former football players shoving each other. Idiots.
The din faded as they hit the backyard. A smaller group of people sat in a circle, passing a bottle around. One guy had his guitar out. Jake’s heart pounded as he scanned for her face.
“Over here.” Her voice lifted into the air behind him and he spun around. They sat on the porch, Sean leaning heavily against her shoulder. She had a hoodie draped awkwardly over half her body, but underneath she was wearing a tiny tank top. He was sure that when she stood up there’d be a few inches of bare skin between her shirt and her snug-as-f**k blue jeans she always wore, and then he’d be screwed.
At least it was dark. There was a passing chance no one would notice that he was turned on by his best friend’s little sister.
“Dani, what the hell are you doing here?”
She made a face. “Spare me the lecture, Jake. I came with Sean. Would you rather he be here alone?”
“I’d rather you both be at home watching Saturday Night Live.”
“It’s the last weekend of the summer. We’re all heading back to college and university. Give us a break.”
Jake tightened his voice. It was better than growling. “I’ll give you a break when you start acting like—”
Matt got between them and held up his hands. “You guys can continue this in the truck.” He turned to Sean who gave him a lazy finger and fell backwards. “Come on, bro.”
Dani helped push Sean up, but once upright he ambled along with Matt under his own steam. Jake held back, knowing that if he followed too closely he’d end up yelling at Dani again.
Dani Minelli. Rafe’s little sister. The only girl between two families of boys. They were all protective of her—except Sean, her accomplice in crime, apparently—and the thought of her getting hurt because of a foolish decision to be reckless made Jake see red.
She stalked ahead, her long, slim denim-clad legs disappearing into the ink black night. If only the rest of her didn’t stand out like a beacon for his dick. That tight, white tank top stopped at the tight nip of her waist, and what felt like acres of creamy skin glowed at him above the hip-hugging jeans. Those hips. They were his undoing.
Dani was tall and lanky, but sometime after her seventeenth birthday she’d grown these hips that were meant for holding on to, and Jake had lost his mind. He didn’t understand how his brothers kept seeing her as a little sister. The truth was, Jake had never really seen her like that. But she’d been little Dani until all of a sudden she could look him in the eye and when she turned around, he wanted to fall to his knees.
Three years hadn’t changed that. Punishing workouts, cold showers, and dating women his own age hadn’t changed that. Going to communion hadn’t fucking changed that, and the priest hadn’t understood what Jake was so worked up over, and suggested he talk to Dani. Talk to her. And freak her out for life. Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen.
No, Jake planned to take his obsession with Dani Minelli’s ass to the grave.
Particularly after his meeting with Mike Fenich earlier that afternoon.
“Jake, my boy,” Mike said in his booming voice. “How’s your line of credit?”
Since Jake had no social life and an excellent job as one of Mike’s foremen with Fenich & Sons Construction, it was pretty good.
“I’m thinking it’s time to retire. Gloria wants to go to Florida this winter, and the new cottages we’ve built will keep me plenty busy in the summer.”
Jake’s pulse picked up. He’d hoped this conversation might happen one day, but Mike was still young and healthy. Jake mentally did some math. He’d probably be able to swing buying his boss out. And Foster Construction would be more than just a wish and a prayer. It was everything he’d worked for. Everything he’d wanted.
But now as he walked down the drive behind Dani, his hungry gaze devouring that which he could never have, his earlier joy turned bitter on his tongue. He could feel Mike Fenich clapping him on the shoulder. “We’ll make this happen before Christmas, Jake. I’m sad I don’t have any boys of my own to pass the torch to, but you’re not like the rest of the young bucks out there. You keep your nose clean and you work hard. Keep that up and this’ll happen, mark my words.”
He was twenty-eight to her twenty years. She had three older brothers who would beat the living daylights out of him if he touched her, and Mike Fenich would never let him take over his trusted customers if he started a scandal that would appall the entire population of Pine Harbour—all six hundred gentle souls.
One thing was crystal clear as she hopped onto the running board and leaned into the backseat of his truck. He needed to get over Dani Minelli. And if he managed that feat, he’d buy himself a lottery ticket.

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Kindle Edition198 pages
Published December 16th 2014 by ZoYoPress

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