The other day I was craving pumpkin (insert pie, cake, muffins, bread or any thing sweet and pumpkin flavored). This led to thoughts of fall and the desire to read a fall romance.
I found two by one of my favorite authors, Marcia Lynn McClure.
The Time of Aspen Falls was the first one I read and I absolutely loved it. Aspen Falls is a bit of a romantic, but also a little gun shy when it comes to men. Especially men who are as drop-dead gorgeous as Rake Locker. Rake has been burned before by getting too involved with a heartless woman and refuses to do so again, until he finds himself falling in love with sweet-tempered Aspen.
The story is fun, sweet and corny at times, but an absolute perfect read for a beautiful autumn afternoon. McClure, as always, did a great job of bringing the characters to life as well as creating settings that draw you into the story. I can’t tell you exactly why I liked it so much but a line that Rake feeds Aspen about “raking her leaves” makes me grin just thinking about it.
If you want a few hours of losing yourself in a delightful story with an autumn setting – this is it.
An Old-Fashioned Romance is the other book of McClure’s I read. I didn’t like it quite as well as The Time of Aspen Falls, but it was still a fun story. Breck has a thing for her handsome boss, Reese. She also has four friends who aren’t above plotting a little romance for Breck. When they set her up to kiss a masked man on her birthday, Breck is shocked and surprised to find when the mask is removed the man is none other than Reese.
Reese has wanted to kiss Breck for months, but was trying to maintain a professional relationship up until her friends rope him into dressing up in a costume and surprising her for her birthday. From there, the romance blossoms amid the falling leaves of fall.
The way McClure wove in pumpkins and created a fun sense of the season made it a very enjoyable read.
If you haven’t checked out her books before, take a look. They are clean romances that really make you want to… kiss your sweetie.
