SHOP NOVELS
UNIVERSEs
“Flora gazed at his face tenderly. Soft colored blossoms blurred around him. That first time she saw him came back to her… Dirt all over his boots. Grass stains on his shirt. His cigarette pieces crushed under her rain boots. The reverential gaze he had given her, washing her in hot tendrils of his passionate energy. She had bloomed for him, as he had burned for her.”
— FIRE & FLOWER
the story
Flora, an orphaned Native American girl with a passion for botany, has never understood the appeal of love. Love, to her, means nothing more than tending to her gardens or spending time with her closest friend and orphanage-sister, Cecilia.
It isn’t until an unfortunate occurrence at their orphanage that Flora and Cecilia are thrown into a life of debt, causing a blight in their friendship. And so, hopeful to pay off the debt haunting her, and mend things with Cecilia for good, Flora begins working at Virginia’s most beloved garden emporium, Holloway Gardens. It is there that she and Cecilia meet Jory and Keith Holloway; brothers and heirs to the family business. As Cecilia falls into a turbulent relationship with Jory, Flora finds herself drawn to Keith and his strange connection to a girl’s suicide at Holloway Gardens…
Flora soon comes face to face with her fears of love, her sudden feelings towards a boy she insists she hates—and her most delicate feelings towards Cecilia—but with the possibility of gaining all she’s ever wanted.
If only she allows herself to be burned for the sake of it.
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genre:
standalone within a universe
contemporary romance, new adult (17+)
3rd person omniscient pov
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tone:
spring & summer read · romantic · atmospheric
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tags:
character-driven · slow burn · hate to love · dual relationship
storyline · complex female friendship
SHOP NOVELS
sTANDALONES
“I should have ran from him that very moment, but my feet seemed one with the floor. Silver eyes clung to my own. I told myself it was only a curiosity that kept me locked in his stare, but I knew it was more than that, for peering into his eyes was like peering into an eerie well one had feared as a child though couldn’t keep from lingering towards…”