The Witch of Purple Coastline

The McNealy Saga Continues

Jules hated that her sisters possessed so much more control over their magic than she had. She wished she had half the control Demeter possessed and maybe even a few of her extra skills as well. Their father was on a war path for power, and now that he had competition, they all worried that he would push harder before they were ready. Jules didn't seem to have a connection to the earth, or fire, or water, or anything. She was just...a purveyor of magic tricks as far as she was concerned despite her mother and sister's encouragements. But then, Bartholomew crashed his boat near her and sparks flew. She no longer cared if she was as strong or powerful as her sisters. She just wanted him.
Bartholomew sailed his large boat out often, but this time, a weird wind smashed him against the rocks out of nowhere. Fortunately, someone near by came and rescued him before the oddly wild waves tore him up too badly. Someone beautiful, intelligent, and just a bit shy...except when they touched. He watched her bloom like the violet flowers she surrounded herself with. Could he convince this beauty to accept him and give him a chance at love despite his secrets? Or would it kill the trust they built?