Evershift Haven

Evershift Haven isn’t some gimmicky tourist town. Turns out, magic is real, and when their resident witch gets distracted, the barrier between their world and ours sometimes drops long enough for a lonely attorney who hates her job to slip through and discover magic awaits.

I, Candice Winters, am a big-city event planner, who just volunteered to save Evershift Haven’s Thanksgiving festival. I’m not even sure magic exists yet—and I’m already falling hard for a wolfish lycan, who thinks fur is always in season.

I, Evony Johnson, am a Chicago accountant, who lives for spreadsheets and numbers—until my best friend's magical town decides I need a frosty holiday romance with their resident winter elf. When my best friend Candice invited me to spend Christmas in Evershift Haven, I expected a quaint small town with over-the-top decorations. Instead, I've stumbled into a magical wonderland, where pumpkins become carriages, trees whisper gossip, and the most gorgeous elf I've ever seen keeps giving me smoldering looks.

After my mother’s death, I set off on a road trip through Montana, looking for…something. I didn’t know what until a freak snowstorm caused my car to crash and led me straight to Bram Stonehorn. He’s a gentle giant with the face of a bull, the patience of a saint, and the ability to make me question everything I thought I wanted in life.

Delivering Valentine’s bouquets wasn’t supposed to involve accidentally driving into a magical town, losing all cell service, and being told my van won’t start again until a town festival decides my fate. Evershift Haven is a place where heart-shaped leaves fall from the sky, ghosts serve tea, and a glowing lantern follows me around like a clingy matchmaker. But none of that is half as unsettling as Vandria St. John—the sharp-tongued, wickedly beautiful vampire bookstore owner, who delights in toying with me.

I, Bella Brewster, have spent the last two years running Moonwake Café, perfecting my espresso spells, and telling myself I’m completely over the scoundrel who broke my heart until my ex strolls back into town, all roguish smiles and bad ideas, claiming someone stole his gold. Seamus O’Connell isn’t just any ex. He’s a leprechaun (totally not how you pictured them), and not just any leprechaun. He’s the one who left me without a word, vanishing like mist and taking my heart with him.

When Evershift Haven's very pregnant witch hands me the reins to this year's spring celebration, I expect nothing more complicated than flower arrangements and light enchantments. What I don't expect is finding a mysterious egg humming ancient lullabies in my herb cart, or discovering it's magically tethered to Dorian Thorne, the centuries-old gargoyle, who perches above the chapel and treats conversation like a cursed object.