**BOOK TWO** Evelyn Hart set them free. She watched the house fall. She carried their ashes home. She grieved, healed, and built a life that belonged only to her. She did everything right. So why does the universe keep putting the same three men in her path? A reckless stranger on a bicycle. A police officer with familiar kindness. An architect whose eyes soften when he looks at her. They don't remember Eldermoor. They don't remember dying. But something in them remembers her. Some loves don't end. They wait.

Evelyn Hart loses her corporate job overnight when her company is acquired-and her department erased like it never existed. With rent due, savings shrinking, and LA swallowing her whole, she applies to a too-perfect listing in the middle of the night: Estate Caretaker - live-in. Discretion required. Excellent compensation. She gets the contract in thirty seconds. No interview. No company name. She signs anyway. A plane ticket arrives minutes later. Eldermoor House waits for her outside Edinburgh-an ancient mansion with modern amenities, a forest that refuses to stay silent, and a black lake called Loch Glass that reflects things that shouldn't be there. Evie tells herself she doesn't believe in ghosts. She's just a modern witch-salt, wards, herbs, rituals. Nothing supernatural. But Eldermoor isn't interested in what she believes. The house has men in it. Three of them. All dead. And all of them want her.

A story about how--despite never wanting to fall in love--Freyja finds herself captivated by Sinclair, the known leader of a motorcycle gang known as The Iron Order. **Cover done by otakuwriter101**