Description
One bouquet will change her life… Meet Sakura Mayweather. She’s a friendly girl, always ready with a smile. She loves her name. Her favorite composer is Beethoven. She thinks North and South is the best novel ever written. Her favorite color is yellow, although it’s hard to choose. She loves the language of flowers. She believes a cup of tea can solve anything. She’s human. She thrives as a florist at Sakura, her eponym. And she’s brave. ~ One bouquet will seal his fate... Meet North East. He’s a quiet guy, always fighting a scowl. What were his parents thinking when they named him? He loves Black Sabbath. Out of all the stuff he’s read, nothing can top Edgar Allen Poe. His favorite color? Does black count? He can speak Italian and French fluently. He believes a solution can always be found with a fist to the face. He’s a werewolf. He feels trapped in his role as Alpha. And he’s a coward. ~ Both are mates. Both are running from the past. And both soon understand the fragility and fleeting beauty of life. **** (Eponym is the opposite of namesake. Meaning the shop is named after her.) Disclaimer: I do not own any of the images used in this story. I found them on Google and photoshopped them.
A Lover's Language
