by Iris Morland
Release Date: April 9, 2019
Romantic Comedy
About the book:
The man I hate might be the first one to pluck my petals…
Confession: I, Dandelion “Dani” Wright, am twenty-six years old and have yet to be deflowered. No man has hosed my hyacinth. Fondled my freesia. Diddled my daffodil.
You get the point.
My excuse? I was too busy running my family’s flower shop and winning floral design competitions.
Suddenly that whole pesky virginity thing becomes a big deal when Jacob West walks back into my life. The boy I once loved. The same boy who humiliated me when he stood me up for prom.
This Jacob is no boy, though: he’s all man now—confident, charming, and so sexy my metaphorical blossoms are getting scorched. I can almost forget I’m supposed to hate him forever. Almost.
To make things worse, he’s my main competition now, since he took over his parents’ flower shop. If I give into this sizzling attraction between us, it could jeopardize everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve.
But if I’m not careful, he might not just be the first man to pluck my petals—he might also be the only man to capture my heart.
I didn’t hear Jacob come up behind me until he said, “I think I know what you’re doing.”
I turned, and my breath caught when I saw how close he was to me. I could make out the dark blue around his pupils, whereas the outer rim of his irises was a paler gray-blue. He had absurdly long lashes, and as a woman who had tried her fair share of mascara, I found it rather irritating.
Despite the long lashes, pretty eyes, and working in a flower shop, he still managed to exude masculinity. Maybe it was the confidence that he wore so easily, or how any parts of him that were pretty were overshadowed by the strength in his arms, or the firmness of his jaw, or the width of his shoulders. I had a distinct feeling that strong and firm were two of the best adjectives to describe Jacob West.
“What am I doing?” I said.
“You’re here to steal all of our secrets.”
I snorted, only because my mom had said the same thing about Jacob. “What, like your secret ingredient? What’s in the fertilizer, Jacob? Please tell me so I can make a fortune.” I batted my eyelashes.
He bit back a smile. “You’re different than when I last saw you,” he mused.
“Um, I should hope so. If I was the exact same as when I’d been a teenager, I’d be concerned.”
“No, I don’t mean how you look, but that is different, too, but not by much. I recognized you immediately.” He peered into my face, like he could find all of my secrets and hoard them for himself. To keep myself from squirming under his scrutiny, I stared at him, too, which made him full-on smile.
“Have you figured me out, yet?” I said.
“No, but I think I will.”
To my surprise, he reached out and plucked something from my hair, but he didn’t move his hand right away. I waited from him to step away, but his gaze moved from my eyes to my mouth. Electricity seemed to crackle between us. My mouth went dry as I wondered if he was going to kiss me, right here in the middle of his store.
A coffee addict and cat lover, Iris Morland is the author of over a dozen sexy, small-town romances and romantic comedies. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious.
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