Snow White Bride

by Carol Grace

Her skin was white as snow. Her hair as black as ebony. Her lips...darn near purple! But before the freezing beauty could explain to Zach Prescott how she'd wound up on his doorstep during a snowstorm in only a wedding dress, she fainted. His seven pint-size charges insisted the mystery woman was Snow White. But their uncle, savvy CEO Zach Prescott, sure knew better. Snow White was a fairy tale. Sabrina White was living, breathing reality. And a runaway bride. He told himself his curiosity about her was only natural. Their kisses, the result of comfort...and close quarters. Because theirs could never be a storybook ending. He was nobody's prince. Or was he?

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Which character stayed with you after you turned the last page, and why?
Was there a moment where you disagreed with a character’s choice? What would you have done?
What theme did this book keep circling back to — and did it earn its ending?
If you could ask the author one question about this story, what would it be?
Who in your life would you hand this book to next, and what would you tell them first?