Cozy, faith-friendly Christmas love stories set in Pine Haven, a snowy little Colorado town where the cocoa is real, the spruces stay lit, and the right people find their way up the drive.
December, 1986. A failing mountain lodge with thirty-one empty rooms, one reservation on the books, and a furnace that is thinking about it. Then a tired family in a station wagon pulls up the drive, and Ellie and Henry Evergreen are about to learn what the house is really for.
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Ten heartwarming novellas, each with its own couple and its own happy ending, all set at one beloved inn. Read them in any order, though they are sweetest in order. Join the list to hear first when each one opens its doors.

A grieving woman takes a seasonal innkeeper job just to get through Christmas, and finds the home she never planned to keep.

A widowed dad and his daughter come to Pine Haven to outrun hard memories, and find healing in the inn's children's Christmas program.

Two high school sweethearts meet again when his sister books her wedding at the inn.

A big-city executive stranded by a blizzard learns to slow down, with a little help from a Pine Haven carpenter.

A young widow follows her grandmother's treasured ornament to the inn, and to a kind small-town vet.

A single mom and her son find community, and a steady veteran, while volunteering at the inn's holiday outreach.

A skeptical journalist comes to write about small-town Christmas magic and meets the town bookseller. Ellie may have had a hand in it.

A big family reunion at the inn brings old sibling hurts into the light, and new love along with them.

An engaged couple plans a simple wedding at the inn and finds their promises gently tested.

The finale: old friends come home to the Evergreen, and one more newcomer finds a place to belong.
The Evergreen Inn sits on a low ridge at the top of Main Street, with a deep red door and a brass pinecone knocker everyone touches on the way in. Walk south past the florist and the bakery, cross the little covered bridge with a wreath at each end, and wave to the dachshund asleep in the bookshop window.
Longs Peak keeps watch over the valley. The freight train whistle carries up every night around eleven. And somewhere inside the inn, Ellie Evergreen is already pouring a second mug of cocoa for the person who needs it.
I write the kind of Christmas stories you read with a blanket over your knees and something warm going cold in your hands because you forgot to drink it.
My Evergreen Inn Christmas series is full of second chances, quiet grief gently healed, and the steady, hopeful belief that the right people have a way of showing up at the right door. A good Christmas book should feel like the inn itself: a warm room at the end of a hard road. I'd love to save you a seat by the fire.