A fairy prince with a merry goal and a deadline. And a woman who could help him if he can make her believe in Christmas miracles.
Fairy John Evergreen, the crown prince of the world of Christmas gnomes and fairies, has a huge problem. If he doesn’t find the one, the mortal one, before Christmas Eve becomes Christmas Day, he’ll never wear the crown. His evil sister Stephanie will. And she wants it. Bad. He hasn’t found the one. Not even close. Then he literally runs into the most beautiful woman ever.
Lauren Goodnews runs Family House, where families stay when they have a child in the hospital. Christmas is a painful time for these families. For Lauren, too. Being left at the altar on Christmas Eve four years ago will do that to a girl. Keeping busy helps, and it’s a great excuse not to date. Then the handsomest man ever literally runs her over, and Lauren finds herself reevaluating that life strategy.
Stephanie wants the crown, and she’ll use every bit of magic to get it. John wants Lauren, and if he can keep the gnomes and fairies his father sent to help from messing up things, he may have a shot at love. And Lauren? Between her deepening attraction for John and the enchantment of the season, Lauren just might be ready to try a fairy tale ending.
© copyright 2020 Patricia Otto
“You know the law.”
John Evergreen slumped back into the chair, giving his father a perturbed grimace. “The law is ancient.”
His father, Lowell of the Underearth, looked out the huge windows in the conference room of Evergreen International, the family conglomerate. His father, tall and lanky with a distinguished bearing and an elegant appearance, clasped his hands behind his back. “The laws have stood in place for thousands of years for good reason.” He pivoted back to John. “They maintain the royal line, keep the order of things.”
“Put an end to any prospect of modification.”
His father shook his head. “The laws don’t need modifying.”
“The crown brings power, the magic abilities. Those gifts must be used wisely.” When his father touched his head, the crown was visible for a moment. He stepped toward John. “You are the one to wield the magic. Nevertheless, the law is clear, you must be married.”
“To a human, I know the legends.”
“It is not legend, it is your legacy. Your mother, your human mother, was the best person in any world. I loved her. Still do. She made me better, made Underearth better, even made this company better.” His father had the look of timeless adoration on his face. “You have resisted fulfilling your destiny. I have watched as you discard woman after woman. You are out of time. This Christmas is the last chance you have to take a wife. If you are not married by the time Christmas Eve becomes Christmas Day, you lose your right to be king. The crown and the magic must pass to your sister.” His father scoffed.