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 inonly 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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