Can the wind tell the truth? They said Floraville was a quiet town- A place where trees whispered stories, and flowers bloomed with memories. But Lea Emberley should have known: nothing beautiful grows without blood beneath it. After a mysterious fire consumes her childhood home, Lea is sent to live with distant relatives. A decade later, she begins to unravel the truth about the orchard that borders her old cottage. The townsfolk speak in half-truths. The flowers bloom out of season. And the wind carries a name she almost remembers. There's a legend they whisper- of a spirit who once protected Floraville... until it was betrayed. But what if there was no spirit? What if she never left? A haunting tale of heritage, sacrifice, and vengeance- where the past grows wild, and no secret stays buried forever.

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look back at him.

Lucille "Lucky" Holmes was just an ordinary girl who lived in the projects that resided in the heart of Harlem. After being kicked out of her sister's place she now has to make it on her own-without her parents.