Book Four in the Geneva Romance Series.
Christmas Eve 1879, Geneva’s Hope Ranch. Almost everyone in Geneva’s Hope Ranch house was cocooned in their rooms and tucked away in their warm beds. The fireplaces were blazing throughout the house warming its inhabitants as the blowing storm continued its onslaught bringing a heavy snow, but a welcomed White Christmas.
One silvery shadow walked from her room on the second floor and into the hallway. Breena walked quietly on slipper feet down the steps. She was careful not to make any noise and disturb anyone in the West Wing. Fortunately all the oil lamps in the halls were on low flame allowing a subtle light. Breena tightened her white eyelet cotton robe at her waist with its white satin ribbon. As she passed the door to the white room of Geneva’s Hope Ranch she smiled. Breena really li...