The Accidental Heir of Briarwick Market
A Cozy Fantasy Mystery

About this book:

Tansy Blythe has spent five years perfecting sleep tonics and cough syrups in the steam-scented safety of Hemlock's Sundries, content to let the high witches on Thorn Hill keep their ancient blood feuds and crackling hearth-fires. Then a stranger with a silver-serpent cane walks through the door, lays a sealed vellum on her workbench, and informs her that the last Lady Vane is dead—and Tansy, orphaned apprentice and master of the mortar, is the only heir left to claim the crumbling manor, the failing wards, and a dynasty that would rather see her buried than enthroned.

Armed with nothing but a steady hand, a sharp tongue, and a stubborn refusal to abandon the shop she built, Tansy ascends the hill to a house full of locked doors, whispering portraits, and relatives who practice poison like etiquette. But the Vane legacy isn't just politics and inheritance; something old is waking in the cellars, the boundary wards are fraying, and the Council of Market Witches is watching for the first misstep. To survive, Tansy will have to brew more than remedies—she'll have to unravel a murder, master a magic she never asked for, and decide whether the apothecary's life she loves is worth trading for a crown of thorns.

Warm, witty, and steeped in the rich atmosphere of a market town where magic smells like valerian and danger wears velvet, *The Accidental Heir of Briarwick Market* is a cozy fantasy mystery that blends found family, slow-burn intrigue, and a heroine who solves problems with botany, bite, and the occasional well-timed explosion. Perfect for readers who like their witches practical, their mysteries layered, and their happily-ever-afters earned one careful measurement at a time.