A Message of Flowers Release Day Blitz
(Blurb)
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.
Excerpt
“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.
Author Bio
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.
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.
Links
Twitter https://twitter.com/rachelw_auth
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