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Christmas romance

Evergreen Evermore

Holiday Romance
holiday paranormal romance
Releases November 4th 2026

Evergreen Evermore

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Chosen by ancient magic. Bound to the Iona Stones. Willing to sacrifice everything.
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Anne never asked to be chosen by ancient Fae magic. When a mysterious book reveals the fated tales of the Iona Stones, she is unwillingly drawn into a power she does not control—one capable of shaping life, death, and the future itself. The fables speak of the stones’ destiny. Yet as the magic takes hold, Anne faces a truth she cannot ignore: the Fae never choose without cost—and she will not turn from the sacrifice demanded of her. Her presence unsettles his command, and her fate intertwines with his own in ways he cannot ignore. Highland laird Ewan MacDougall has sworn his life to protecting the Iona Stones, guarding secrets passed down through blood, faith, and duty. With voices from the future guiding his path and prophecy unfolding beyond his control, he cannot afford distraction. Yet Anne’s connection to the stones challenges everything he believes. Her presence unsettling his command and her fate intertwining with his own in ways he cannot ignore. As ancient magic awakens and dark forces move to claim the stones for themselves, the fables reveal a truth neither can escape: destiny demands sacrifice. With enemies willing to kill for the stones’ power, Anne and Ewan must trust the bond forming between them to face what comes. Because some fates are written in legend, and some loves burn strong enough to defy everything.

Excerpt from Evergreen Evermore

Anne drew a slow breath as awareness returned. Something cold rested on her forehead. The coolness kept her tethered to her skin as her thoughts drifted. Her mouth felt dry and her limbs distant, as if she had to call them back one by one. Her body felt hollowed by exhaustion, as though healing had stripped something vital from her. She shifted with a sigh. The movement dragged through her bones, and the effort made her heart thud a little too hard. The cloth lifted away, replaced by the warmth of a hand against her cheek.
She opened her eyes. Ewan stood close, studying her with quiet intensity.
His gaze held the same steadiness she’d felt on the road, but worry lived under the expression now, tightening the muscles along his jaw. “Ye slept the day away.”
“A full day?” she whispered. Her throat scraped on the words, and she swallowed again, trying to chase moisture into her mouth.
He nodded and leaned closer, pressing a kiss on her forehead. He lingered there, breath brushing her skin, before pulling back. The kiss unsettled her deeply enough that her heartbeat lost rhythm as if her body couldn’t decide whether to relax or brace.
Her eyes followed him. “What was that for?”
“For saving me.”
She opened her mouth to deny his claim—but his lips brushed hers once, then again. Light, tentative, yet enough to steal her breath. The contact lit every nerve along her mouth before rippling downward into her chest.
He pulled back slightly. “I take liberties, but ye are beautiful when ye sleep. I could not resist.”
Ewan sat in the chair beside her. Her fingers lifted to her lips. They still tingled—her first kiss.
He bent forward, drew a breath, then looked at her again. “Why?”
She sat up, and he rose at once to help her. His hands moved her. When she settled, he stood close, searching her face. His nearness stirred her senses, leaving her painfully aware of herself.
“Ye want to deny this but can’t. Yer emotions run all over yer lovely face, Lady Anne.” His mouth quirked. “Ye are Fae. Admit it.”
Dagda had warned her to keep the truth hidden—but after the battle, her healing, and the light it brought. A denial felt pointless. Exhaustion didn’t leave room for lies that demanded effort.
“Yes.”
Her acknowledgment had him smiling. “ ’Tis the middle of the night. Ye will rest, Lady Anne.” He turned away, then stopped at the door. “Do ye need anything now?”
She thought of another kiss. Her gaze fell to his lips. Her fingers brushed her own again, and she shook her head.
A chuckle followed her silence. “Rest. In the morning, we will speak again.”
He opened the door and paused. “Welcome to Dunstaffnage Castle, Lady Anne. I thank ye.” The wood eased shut, the soft click settling into the room.
Anne lay there, staring into the dimness. The chamber held a quiet hum—fire somewhere down the hall, the distant creak of stone settling, the soft hush of castle air moving through old corridors. He knew what she was and had witnessed her magic. Even so, a single look from him sent her heart racing. Her pulse still kept time with the memory of his mouth on hers, and the sensation refused to fade.
She was not here to become entangled. She was here for the stones.
And yet—why did her stomach flip when Ewan stood near? Why had healing him felt so right, devastating, and so complete? The questions pressed harder the longer she lay there.
She pulled the blanket higher and touched her lips once more. He had called her slànaighear. Savior. The word echoed in her like a bell struck in the dark.
To him, she was his savior.