Hello, my friends,

I have some wonderful news to share with you.

Book Two in the Azalea Point series, Blooming in Azalea Point, is officially here!

It feels so special to return to Azalea Point and share another story from this little North Georgia town that has become so real to me.

If you read Coming Home to Azalea Point, you already know the feeling I want these books to give you—a place where life can slow down a little, where relationships matter, where people look out for one another, and where love sometimes finds us when we aren't looking for it.

In Blooming in Azalea Point, we get to spend time with Callie Vaughn and Graham Whitfield and discover a new love story unfolding against the familiar beauty and community of Azalea Point.

And because I want you to have a little taste before you begin, I thought I would share part of the very first chapter with you.

A Sneak Peek at Chapter One

Blooming in Azalea Point

The bulletins hit the floor one by one, fanning across the vestibule tile like a slow hand of cards.

Gerald Hutchins didn't notice. Gerald Hutchins, who had not dropped a single bulletin in eleven years of standing at that door, was looking at something else entirely.

She stood in the doorway.

Tall — the kind of tall that a woman wore like an answer to a question — with hair the color of Georgia honey in August, thick and loose and tumbling in soft generous curls over her shoulders, moving when she moved, catching the morning light and giving it back warmer than it had arrived.

She looked for somewhere to sit.

She had no idea what she had just done to the room.

In the third pew from the front, Harold Busby had been looking at his hands. He looked at his hands most Sundays now. They were the hands of a man of eighty-one years, the hands that had held Dorothy's for fifty-one years and had not known what to do with themselves in the five years since.

The pew shifted.

He looked up.

A young woman with honey-gold hair and eyes the color of a summer sky was settling in beside him, and she turned to him with a smile that arrived like something he hadn't known was coming but recognized immediately — warm, complete, specific to him, the smile of someone who had chosen to sit next to him not out of obligation but out of genuine and uncomplicated gladness.

"Good morning," she said. "I'm Callie. Is anyone sitting here?"

Harold Busby, who had not smiled before noon on a Sunday in five years, smiled.

It started slowly, the way things started that had been still for a long time. And then it was complete.

I hope that little glimpse makes you want to pull up a chair, stay awhile, and find out what happens next.

📖 Blooming in Azalea Point is available now:

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Thank you for reading my stories and for coming back to Azalea Point with me. There is something incredibly meaningful about knowing that a world that once existed only in my imagination is now a place that other people can visit too.

And if you read the book and it means something to you, would you consider leaving a review? Even a sentence or two makes an enormous difference for an independent author. It helps the next reader find their way to Azalea Point.

And please, hit reply and tell me what you think. I read every message. I would truly love to hear from you.

And we're only getting started.

There are more stories—and more people waiting to fall in love—in Azalea Point.

Happy reading,

Chloe Luxley