Iris Morland

Petal Plucker Iris Morland

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.