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Joy Eaton hasn’t decorated a Christmas tree since her husband died. This year, a lost letter—Peter’s forgotten anniversary gift—sends her and her young son, Samuel, back to the beachfront hotel where she and Peter once honeymooned, hoping distance might quiet the ache that home cannot.
Instead, a mix-up lands them in a penthouse suite beside Mark Swanson, the hotel’s owner and a single father raising his own daughter alone. Between tree-trimming, a live nativity, and quiet talks under a sky full of stars, Joy finds herself laughing again—and wondering if that’s a betrayal of the love she buried.
Mark has spent years guarding his heart after being left to raise Savannah on his own. He isn’t looking for anyone. But Joy’s quiet faith and unexpected warmth reach a part of him he thought was closed for good—and closing the hotel office door each night gets harder to do.
Neither of them came to Padre Island looking for love. But under Cassiopeia’s stars, an answer neither prayed for begins to take shape—one that promises grace, healing, and a happily-ever-after built by a Father who does immeasurably more than they could ask or imagine.
A tender, faith-filled romance about grief, new beginnings, and the quiet courage to love again.
