She lost everything. Except her belief in them. Deidre has suffered, yes. But her grief doesn’t make her love Alastair less—it makes her need him more. Yet the man beside her retreats deeper each day, pushing away the comfort she aches to give. When whispers of fate and flowers reach her ears, she refuses to let prophecy decide. Her love was chosen long ago—and she isn’t done fighting for it.
Grief divides. Love bridges. And tomorrow is always unwritten. In the hush of winter and the shadow of loss, Alastair and Deidre must face the painful truth: healing doesn’t arrive all at once, and comfort isn’t weakness. Their bond was forged in fire and tenderness—it can survive even this, if they let it. Because no prophecy, no pain, no silence can erase what was real… and what still is.
They’ve lost more than most. But love lives. And maybe this Christmas, it blooms again.
🌿 If you’ve ever been afraid that grief made you unlovable—and longed for someone who still chooses you, even when choosing is hard… this story is yours.
Each love story in this series can be read as a stand-alone. However, most readers prefer to read them in order.