Blossoms and Bloodlines

Beth was done with drama. Done with society, manipulation, and definitely done with men who thought they knew best. Mystic Hollow had been her refuge for the past ten years. A pub job she loved. Friends that were family. A garden that grew like a feral dream. She believed in flowers and produce, not fairy tales. And certainly not the kind that involved sacred bloodlines–and an elf who looked like heartbreak, had starlight in his hair, and a personality curated by elven drama and zero chill.
Enter Gaelithian Lithorn Halthin–third in line to the Elven Throne, powered by ancient magic, utterly allergic to joy, and armed with enough judgment to condemn a town council and all your life decisions.

Gael had no intention of getting involved. He came to Mystic Hollow to fulfill a family duty, not get distracted by a stubborn human with dirt under her nails and opinions sharp enough to pierce through elven pride. But the more time he spends in her garden, the more impossible it becomes to forget her. Especially when she looks at him like he’s both the problem and the fantasy she never asked for.
Their first real conversation? A disaster. Their second? Somehow worse. But when Mabon arrives along with a mountain of fruit, some magically assisted canning, and a stubborn streak on both sides, Beth and Gael are forced to admit that maybe pride isn’t the only thing getting in the way.
Because while duty says to stay away, desire has other plans.
Blossoms and Bloodlines is what happens when Mr. Darcy has pointy ears, Lizzy has pruning shears, and neither one knows how to stop wanting.

Welcome to Mystic Hollow, WA! Blossoms and Bloodlines is a retelling packed with magical disasters, slow-burn tension, elf court politics, grumpy/sunshine banter, and one cathartic moment involving a stubborn woman, a harvest gone rogue, and an elf peeling pears like it’s foreplay.