title: Falling Like Snowflakes (A Summer Harbor Novel)
author:  Denise Hunter 
description: 3 stars. The relationship dynamics among the characters are confusing and frustrating. Since the frustration lasts for more than half the story, it kept this reader from warming up to them. Additionally, suspending disbelief became difficult in many parts of the book. This reader wishes the last quarter of the story, which may offer readers hope in dealing with fear, was given more attention. (<i>Romantic Times</i>)<br /><br />'Hunter's fans will want this one.' (<i>Library Journal</i>)<br /><br />'Hunter blends a fearful tale of fleeing danger and a heartwarming story of trust and second chances. The will-they-won't-they pull will keep readers in suspense to the very end.' (<i>Booklist</i>)<br /><br />'With her usual deft touch, snappy dialogue, and knack for romantic tension, inspirational romance veteran Hunter will continue to delight romance fans with this first Summer Harbor release.' (<i>Publishers Weekly</i>)<br /><br />'Hunter blends a fearful tale of fleeing danger and a heartwarming story of trust and second chances. Readers will thrill with a tingle down the spine when they realize what Eden is facing, and they will cheer as Beau fights to prove hes the man Eden deserves. ... The will-they-wont-they pull will keep readers in suspense to the very end.' (<i>Booklist</i>)
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  Chapter One
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  The endless cloudy days had begun to take their toll on Tess’s spirit. No
  sooner had one ended than another began, the night sky shifting to middling
  levels of grey, intent on never allowing even momentary glimpses of blue.
  Under the heavy skies, the ocean seemed dull, vast and bleak, churning frothy
  waves of brown, a depressing backdrop to the small town. Villagers scuttled
  about, ducking their heads, grumbling passing greetings, less disposed towards
  conversations than returning indoors.
  
  
  As such, Tess felt inclined to believe that the sleet currently falling on her
  head was overkill. We get it, it’s winter. How about some snow, at least? Her
  feet skidded on the slick cobbles, and she caught herself more than once,
  moments before her butt hit the ground. She mumbled to herself and wiped the
  stinging drops from her eyes, her lashes coated in tiny specks of ice. Her
  cheeks stung and she once again reminded herself to invest in a 