In-hiding hedgewitch florist by day. Powerful demigoddess by blood. Shapeshifting immortal by accident. 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 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. Except, spoiler - She's not. When a foraging trip reveals a dying shifter in the woods, Evie breaks all the rules to heal him and vanishes before he wakes up. Cue immediate panic when that dangerously attractive shifter walks into her shop a few weeks later, and she finds out he's the Alpha of every single shifter in the state. Eep. Fortunately, he's only looking for a florist, not Evie. Not yet. But divine magic brews in the skies, and the wild gods are on the prowl, searching for the source of a long forgotten ancient magic they sense stirring once again. As Evie's secrets claw their way to the surface, she realizes she may have to team up with the one man who can save her life. If he doesn't destroy it first.

What do you get when you mix one hot shifter, one angry god, and an absolutely zero chance of keeping things low-key? 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. On top of that, there's a new god in town, one who's way too good at identifying bloodlines and scenting out lies. She'll have to dig deep and muster up some of her rusty acting skills to escape his notice, while trying to keep her identity hidden from the rest of the world so intent on finding her. And if that wasn't enough, someone is trying to kill her, and they're getting close to succeeding. Surviving will require placing her trust in the unlikeliest of allies and deciding just how long she can keep pretending she's only a demure little florist who has an unfortunate black thumb for drama. Evie is still a florist. Still a fraud. And still trying to pretend she's not falling in love.