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. It didn't matter, until Jacob West walks back into my life.
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.
War of the Roses is a 10,000-word prelude to Petal Plucker: A Steamy Romantic Comedy and shouldn’t be read as a standalone.
