Forrest House by E.M. Hamill

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Title: Forest House
Author: E.M. Hamill
Genre: Adult, Fantasy
Release Date: January 11, 2026

About The Book:

Ander Forrest renounced blood magic to become a nurse-healer in his rural hometown, far from the drama of wizardry and espionage his sister Kate craved. When Kate goes missing in action, Ander finds himself the legal guardian of her gifted twins and receives a cryptic warning from Kate’s husband to protect them before he, too, disappears.

Six months later, his former lover crash lands in the kids’ bedroom via a spell only Ander’s sister could have cast. Druid Cai Piper doesn’t remember how he got there, but he knows he never stopped loving Ander, and that he was sent to protect him and the twins. Cai is strangely drawn to Forrest House and the land it stands upon.

With the secrets of a clandestine wizards’ order hanging between them, Cai and Ander must remember how to trust each other as sinister forces move against the Forrest family—magical terrorists who want to exploit their rare sorcery and bring the world to its knees.

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Excerpt:

Ander laughed as both twins attack-hugged him. They always seemed to sense when he needed hugs—they knew a lot of things they shouldn’t.

Like now, when Remy said, “Mam will come back soon. Don’t be sad.”

Ander’s throat ached with the threat of tears. Zenna went still in her armchair, her sharp green gaze flicking to meet his.

“I hope so, Remy.” Ander tried to keep the despair out of his voice for the twins’ sake.

Raven had the faraway look that came with her daydreams. “When she comes back, we’ll all live here.”

“Wouldn’t that be awesome?” He wished he could believe it. The huge old house he and Kate had grown up in was meant for generations to share. Now most of his immediate family was gone, and he’d lived alone for the past year at Forrest House, its emptiness an unwelcome roommate until the twins crash-landed in his bedroom.

Ander hadn’t realized how lonely his life had become until they arrived, but he had to live with the choices he’d made.

The kids allowed him to squish them for a little longer than usual before squirming out of his embrace. “Hot chocolate now?” Remy asked.

“In a little while. Go change out of your pajamas and into warm clothes, and maybe we can go sledding later.” Maybe—if they were lucky. The snow looked too wet, more like mushy rain than soft, airy flakes.

The twins raced down the hall to their room, bare feet slapping against the hardwood floors. Even though they had started out in separate rooms, they always ended up together. Ander had quickly bought them a bunk bed. The nightmares weren’t as frequent now as when they’d first arrived.

“Missing Kate?” Zenna murmured after a slurp of coffee. Nanny of baby wizards and his link to sanity on bad days, his cousin was a capable practitioner in her own right, and the best equipped to deal with the potential disasters of juvenile wizardry.

“Yeah. I’m missing her.”

“Intuitive little shits.”

“I’m starting to wonder if it’s more than that,” Ander admitted.

His cousin frowned over the blanket she’d bundled into when she sat down. “Psychic gifts don’t run in our family. Do they run in the Piper clan?”

“No idea. They’ve been doing magic and wild shaping since they were four, and Edwyn swears that’s the youngest he’s ever heard of in their family. Who knows?”

“Can Cai wild shape?”

A twist of different pain lashed through Ander at the mention of the youngest Piper brother, but he tamped it down. “Yeah. The whole family can.”

“Druids are weird,” Zenna muttered around another sip of coffee.

“And we’re not?” Ander raised an eyebrow. “I do magic with blood and skin for a living.”

“Yeah, but you’re a healer. You’re supposed to.” Zenna gave him a side-eye. “Unless you’ve picked up the family arts again and haven’t told me.”

“No,” he said, his voice flat.

“You’re not going to turn into Miles the Elder if you use your gift, you know.” Her low voice got softer when she named their infamous ancestor. “Grandmother was a horrible person. She can’t make you feel like a villain waiting for your origin story anymore.”

About The Author:

E.M. (Elisabeth) Hamill writes adult science fiction and fantasy somewhere in the wilds of eastern suburban Kansas. A nurse by day, wordsmith by night, she is happy to give her geeky imagination free rein and has sworn never to grow up and get boring.

She lives with her family, where they fend off flying monkey attacks and prep for the zombie apocalypse.

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