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She could feel his pulse point hammering alongside hers. Much like he had earlier, Aphrodite blushed like he had grabbed her and snogged her senseless in the middle of his family\u2019s foyer. The simple act of holding hands shouldn\u2019t be allowed to be so stimulating. Aphrodite felt the warmth spreading from where their skin was making contact to the rest of her arm until it went numb, to her chest until it ached, to her head until it fogged. \u201cWell done, Princess.\u201d The whispered endorsement undid her.<\/p>\n

Aphrodite felt moisture in her knickers, a heat pooling low in her belly as she fought tooth and nail to control her reactions. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own, and when this man was around, said mind turned to mush. Taking the rest of her along with it. \u201cI think I just lost a decade off my life.\u201d<\/p>\n

Aphrodite whispered back, and squeezed the hand she was still holding onto like a lifeline. \u201cYou passed the first test. Keep looking ahead.\u201d She wanted to tell him to let go. She wanted him to hold on tighter. She wanted to go back in time and never accept this invitation. She wanted to ask him to take her to his room and talk about this. Before she could even begin to articulate any of this, Persephone was thrusting a box of mistletoe gingerbread cookies at them, and they had to let go as they scrambled not to drop it.<\/p>\n

The ghost of his touch didn\u2019t fade for the entirety of the evening. OceanofPDF.com phrodite had never felt luckier that she was a generally social person. She didn\u2019t think any introverted version of herself could have lasted over an hour at the Annual Olympian Christmas Bake Sale. Yes, that was the actual name. Everywhere she looked there were people- singing carols, catching up with their friends, drinking hot apple cider, and of course buying baked goods.<\/p>\n

The crowd was loud and merry, ranging from elderly to toddlers on their parents\u2019 hips, and Aphrodite had to concentrate on focusing just on one person at the time instead of trying to take in everyone at once. She was rubbing her temples with mitten-covered hands, trying to stave off a headache induced by several uninterrupted hours of talking about cardamon buns and puddings, when a large shadow appeared beside her.<\/p>\n

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.<\/p>\n

ISBN-13: 9781234567890 ISBN-10: 1477123456 Cover design by: Art Painter Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309 Printed in the United States of America OceanofPDF.com To my mom and dad, and to all those who feel this world loves art but not the artists OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Title Page Copyright Dedication The Way to the Heart (Isn\u2019t Through the Stomach, Shut Up) The Storybook One The Gingerbread One The Marzipan One The Open Sleigh One Interlude: The Mille Feuille One The Nutcracker One Epilogue: The One with the Surprise Cream in my Coffee Iced like Friendship and Fortitude Bitter like Love and Life Hot like Beginnings and Blessings You\u2019re my only wish this year Santa Drives a Pickup Truck Merry (Married) Christmas Making Christmas Cookies A Family Affair Blame it on the Mistletoe What are you doing New Year\u2019s Eve?<\/p>\n

Know Thy Enemy (Careful, You Might Like Them) Poisoned by my Enemy Going Viral with my Enemy Sending my Enemy a Friend Request Taking my Enemy to Work Sitting by the Water with my Enemy Flying with my Enemy Taking a Road Trip with my Enemy Going on Holiday with my Enemy Picking Flowers with my Enemy About The Author OceanofPDF.com THE WAY TO THE HEART (ISN\u2019T THROUGH THE STOMACH, SHUT UP) OceanofPDF.com T THE STORYBOOK ONE December 23, 2018 he first time it happens, she honestly sends it back saying they\u2019ve got the wrong person.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s two days before Christmas, and she\u2019s weighed down by more exhaustion than a person ought to be allowed to feel during the most wonderful time of the year (although everything about that is debatable). She already has forty-four tragically unread and consequently unanswered emails clogging up her inbox despite doing her usual thorough check the night before, her desk is covered in spreadsheets and her iPad is balanced on her lap simply because there\u2019s nowhere else to place it, so the last thing Hera needs is knocking on the door.<\/p>\n

The sound of knocking usually means there are knuckles doing the knocking, and unless there are disembodied hands running around the office of Mythos Inc, (in which case Hera is just going to remind them she\u2019s head of HR and not pest control) that signifies the presence of a whole person behind that door. \u201cCome in!\u201d<\/p>\n

Hera calls out, even though she really doesn\u2019t want to. She takes great pains to arrange both her tone of voice and facial expression into something professional that\u2019s not going to scare whoever it is away.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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