The Object of His Affection Hard Cover winter’s noon

winter’s noon

Would she learn to hope again

He was addictively attractive

Either way

splintering throughout the room—the stranger with the fierce and fiery stare stepping across the threshold

The Object of His Affection Hard Cover winter’s noonExcerpt: It was coldso miserably cold. Athena knew by the numbness in her own fingers and toes that Annabels, Martas, and Bronwens must be frozen stiff. Yet she hoped that their merrimentin singing Christmas carols on the doorsteps or in the parlors of those who opened their doors or invited them inside for a momentwould offset their discomfort. After all, a happy heart warmed many a frigid soul, as well as ice cold appendages. As a child, Athena had