<p><b><i><br></i></b></p><p><b><i>The man I hate might be the first one to pluck my petals…</i></b></p> <p> </p> <p>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. </p> <p> </p> <p>You get the point. </p> <p> </p> <p>My excuse? I was too busy running my family’s flower shop and winning floral design competitions. </p> <p> </p> <p>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. </p> <p> </p> <p>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. <i>Almost</i>. </p> <p> </p> <p>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. </p> <p> </p> <p>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.</p><p></p>