Lovie Paris Hart has built a beautiful life rooted in the simple things she loves most-flowers, family, quiet mornings, and meaningful moments. As the owner of Bellamere's beloved Petal House, she's known for creating breathtaking arrangements that celebrate love in all its forms, even though she's never been lucky enough to find the kind of love that accepts her exactly as she is. Then Madden Valentine walks into her flower shop looking for flowers for his mother's grave, and what starts as a simple customer interaction slowly becomes the one part of her day she begins looking forward to. Neither of them rushes to define what they're becoming. They're just Madden and Lovie, choosing each other one conversation, one dinner, and one quiet moment at a time. Madden has spent years building an empire where trust is rare and peace is even rarer, but the soft-hearted florist who never asks him to be anyone other than himself quietly changes everything. As their lives become deeply intertwined, the weight of his dangerous world collides with the peaceful one she's worked so hard to build, forcing them to discover whether love is enough to survive grief, violence, sacrifice, and the unexpected turns life has waiting for them.

In a world she was never meant to touch, being seen is a death sentence. I was raised to follow rules, to stay quiet, to never be seen. But one wrong moment put me in the middle of something I can't unsee. Now someone knows I was there and in their world, witnesses don't get to live. My grandmother always told me to see and blind and hear and deaf..I maybe should've listened.

Eight lives. Eight deaths. One enemy. Every time Princess Elizabeth dies, she wakes up on the morning of her wedding to Prince Dante. Every time, she runs. Every time, war finds her anyway. On her ninth life, she refuses to flee. If Dante is the reason she keeps dying, she'll uncover his secrets, break the cycle, and finally take control of her fate-even if it means marrying the man she's spent eight lifetimes hating

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Ava could never have predicted how one person would come to consume her every waking thought.it wasn't something she ever expected. But from the moment she stepped into his history class, she knew it would be impossible to turn back. Mr. Carrington. The name lingered in her mind, heavy with desire and guilt. He was everything she shouldn't want-too old, too experienced, too unattainable. And yet, there was something about him that pulled at her in a way no one else ever had. She was his, and he was hers. His wife, Mrs. Carrington, was everything Ava wasn't. Elegant, graceful, effortlessly beautiful. And she was the kind of woman who could make anyone feel small in comparison. But there was something about the way the two of them moved together, the quiet chemistry between them, that only deepened the complexity of Ava's feelings. She was there as their babysitter, playing with the kids, but the moment the house fell silent, the walls seemed to pulse with the tension between the three of them-their shared moments, the electric undercurrent of something more. Ava didn't know how much longer she could keep pretending. But one thing was certain-nothing would ever be the same again.