Fire Chief Connor Hart is planning on marrying a doctor when he rescues her half-sister, Nadine, and a little gray kitten from a tall tree.
Artist and poet Nadine Woo is down on her luck until she gets an interesting offer from her sister, and she can’t resist helping her, especially since it concerns Connor.
When Nadine takes her sister’s place at a spring fling weekend with Connor, love ignites, and there’s no going back. Can a spunky little kitty show Connor and Nadine that doing the wrong thing is sometimes right, especially when it comes to love?Genre: FICTION / Romance / Clean & Wholesome
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Perpetual college student, Nadine Woo, loved springtime, especially springtime in San Francisco with its riotous weather clashes—rays of sunshine, cherry blossoms, and gentle breezes sparring with blustery rain, gale force winds, and thick hair-frizzing fog.
Spring won every year, of course, but winter’s damp grip never loosened entirely, especially in the foggy hills and crags of Golden Gate Park, her favorite spot on earth.
Nadine was a painter and a poet, or according to her father, a dreamer, which was why at twenty-four and a half, she was still without a bachelor’s degree, living with her mother, and struggling up the crooked branches of one of the oldest remaining California coastal oak trees in San Francisco.
Her scampering kitty, Greyheart, a stray she’d rescued only a week before, was bravely climbing the spidery tree whose branches jutted and twisted in different angles like a gnarly three-dimensional maze.
So much fun for a tiny kitty mewing his way up the tree. Not so much for a gangly and slightly klutzy young woman trying to navigate her way through the tangle of contorted branches as a noisy puppy yipped and barked below.
“Greyheart, darling,” Nadine called. “Don’t go up too high.”
Too late. The cat skittered after a squirrel to the upper branches, too thin to bear Nadine’s weight, where he was lost in a thicket of glossy dark-green leaves.
“Greyheart! I can barely see you.” Nadine shoved aside branches laden with spiny-toothed leaves.
“Mew, mew, mew.” Greyheart’s high-pitched squeaks changed into cries of panic as he hung onto the fluttery twigs in the canopy. His front legs clutched one branch, his back legs were crossed on another one, and the wind blew them in opposite directions.
Already translated. Translated by Celeste Mayorga
Wonderful to work with. Great translation. Thank you so much.