White Carnations - pure love, sweet and
lovely.
Daisy - Innocence, beauty, simplicity.
To florist, Georgina Nickols, every
flower has a meaning and a purpose. Flowers are something she knows,
lives, and breathes. But when they start mysteriously showing up on
her porch, she’s unsure of their meaning, and of who is leaving
them.
What do these flowers mean to the
messenger?
An old friend from high school, Corbin
Waylay, moves back to town. When he shows up, he stirs up all kinds
of trouble for Georgina. Her life-long friend, Sid Trail, hates him
and makes that fact clear to Georgina. But despite the warnings from
her friend, she just can’t help the feelings that resurface. The
feelings she hasn’t felt for anyone since high school graduation,
the feelings that only Corbin can induce.
As Corbin moves closer into her life,
it causes a rift between her and Sid. The mystery flowers continue to
appear and begin to add to the stresses of life.
Love, secrets, pain, and lies surround
Georgina, putting her trust to the test.
When the messenger is finally revealed,
will the meaning of the flowers be enough to repair the damage of
those hidden secrets?
Forget Me Nots - Remember me forever,
good memories, hope.
Single Red Rose - I love you.
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“Who’s that for?” A smooth male
voice pulls me from my work.
I place the last white flower into the
vase, and spin it, checking appearance at all angles. “This is
actually for no one in particular, Sid.” I shrug to my best friend
and employee.
“Come on, G,” he coaxes, using my
nickname for effect.
I sigh. “I’m just puttin’ it
together. They’re my flowers, so who cares why I arrange
them?”
“Yes, I’m well aware who my boss
is,” he deadpans. “I’ve seen you at work, and I’ve seen
you work. There’s a difference.”
I glance up to him. His eyebrow is
arched, daring me to deny what he’s said. His blue eyes are
drilling into mine, knowing that I’m hiding something. If I hadn’t
known him since grade school, I’d ignore him and tell him to mind
his own business. But this is Sid, one of my best friends, who will
eventually pull out my mystery flower messenger anyway. Quickly, I
remind myself why I’ve hired him to begin with. I can trust him,
and he’s known me for so long he knows how to help me and not be a
distraction.
I blow out a slow breath of resignation
as I side step him, placing the vase on the wide windowsill. “When
I left my house this morning, there were four white carnations on my
porch. There was no note either, so I just brought them here. And I
can’t sell them - they’re not mine.”
His usually smiling mouth opens and
closes like a fish sucking for air. “So you just bring stoop
flowers in here?” While his eyes usually seem hooded, giving him
that lazy surfer look, now his eyelids widen as his eyebrows
disappear under the baseball cap that’s hiding his shaggy blonde
hair, making his pastel blue eyes pop wide. The more he sputters, the
more his nostrils flare. “Go wash up! There could’ve been poison
on them!”
I burst out laughing. “Sid, calm your
conspiracies. Who would poison carnations?” Ever since middle
school, he’s always had crazy conspiracies. The teachers had a
hidden agenda with pop quizzes and homework. Parents having evil
plans by giving us chores, and then there was the driver’s license
hoax. Thankfully we’re interrupted by the bell chimes above the
door.
I work to calm my rolling hysterics,
taking a deep breath, and trying to think about anything other than
poisoned carnations or Sid as I walk to the front of my store.
“Welcome to G-Quets. I’m Georgina, can I help you?” I ask
to the back of someone’s head.
The man spins around so fast he’s a
blur and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a huge bear hug.
“G-G! Is this your store?”
That voice, the familiar husky scratch.
Rachel lives in Central Pennsylvania,
is a stay at home mom, and has a wonderful husband, total of 4 kids,
3 of which are step kids.
She’s a true Pittsburgh Penguins and
Steelers fan.
She’s an insomniac that loves coffee, Johnny Depp
movies and bonfires, dislikes driving on the interstate, bugs of any
kind, and a too quiet house.
When she’s not playing with the people
inside her head, making her family think she belongs in the loony bin
or writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, finding new
music, new books, helping someone or plotting something equally crazy
with her Critique Partners.
Be sure to check out her debut YA
Paranormal True Connection.
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