Bloom Without Permission

This is basically a fan fiction of Jack O'Connell, Jack is a bunch of his characters put into one. So when you read please think about Jack O'Connell's fine ass!!

In the shadowed gardens of her father's English estate in 1893, twenty-two-year-old Eleanor Hart has only ever known containment. Half-mourning cloaks the house, her days are carefully ordered, and her future has already been arranged: a safe, respectable marriage to the charming, possessive Charles Aldwell.
Then Jack Kavanagh arrives.
Quiet, self-taught, and intensely watchful, the new gardener restores the neglected grounds with soil-stained hands and a steady patience that sees Eleanor exactly as she is-restless, alive, and aching for more. In stolen moments among the overgrown roses, the humid glasshouse, and the amber light of the old barn, accidental brushes of skin and shared labor awaken something gloriously forbidden: a raw, sensual desire she was never allowed to feel.
As the garden blooms under Jack's care, so does a slow-burning connection that defies every Victorian rule of class, duty, and propriety. But reaching for him means risking ruin, reputation, and the only life she's ever known.
A tender, erotically charged Victorian slow-burn about forbidden wanting, earthy renewal, and the courage to desire without permission.
For fans of intimate historical romance, class-crossing love, and slow-burn awakenings in the style of Sarah Waters or Evie Dunmore.