After a terrible divorce left her blindsided, all Evie Quinn wants is a relaxing girls' trip to Scotland, not a fight for her life with a Chimera shifter—an ancient, secretive enemy with the power to shapeshift into anything with a pulse. Surviving the attack is a plus, but her goddess mother drops a bomb on her: Living will change everything. And… it does. Now she's hiding out in a small town running a popular flower shop, doing her best to resist the urge to gnaw on raw meat every chance she gets, and badly pretending she's the same ol' lovable hedgewitch she always was.

A whole bunch of trouble, that's what. Life was so much simpler when Evie's problems consisted of picking the perfect peony. Now she's got the gods on her tail and shifters trying to sniff out her secrets. Then there's the smoking hot Shifter Lord who has never once thrown a party, hiring her for all kinds of pack events and doing his best to convince her to trust him. But he has an agenda of his own, and Evie is far too smart to let her guard down.

Evie Quinn is tired. Of magical politics. Of cursed bouquets. Of hot Shifter Lords who kiss her like a promise and then send her potential love interest to another state. All she wants is to run her flower shop in peace, maybe master the whole "accidentally-a-Chimera" thing, and avoid becoming a pawn in the games of gods and Lords. But when has Evie ever gotten what she wanted?

Everything's a mess. The gods won't stay out of her business. And Evie? All she wants is a little peace or drowning in bottomless margaritas. Evie should be basking in the afterglow after her romp with the Shifter Lord. Instead, she's dodging his increasingly aggressive courtship rituals like a...

Evie Quinn is a survivor, but she's tired of being a pawn in everyone else's game. She never asked to be the heir to the fae throne, a walking, otherworldly bridge for the gods, or the hottest bachelorette in the supernatural realms. But here she is—dodging dozens of random marriage proposals...