Cirrus@Austlit

'Yolande Lawrence-Harrison was a fake, hiding a dark secret. She'd returned to her hometown of Tarrin, to help her ailing grandmother in her store, Flowers for Fleur, where she had to put her engineering career aside to learn the science of flower art. As Yolande fussed with the blooms outside the store one day, she discovered a note pushed into the pale pink roses in the basket of her grandmother's 1950s Schwinn Cruiser bicycle. Yolande fumed at the pitiful manners and pure arrogance of the wording, and then after numerous exchanges, she became irritated by the persistent, annoying, pig-headed, obstinate human being who wouldn't take no for an answer. But when Alexander Parker walked into the store, her thoughts scattered. However, she refused to inhale the luring potion offered. She could see through his projected façade, where his perfection was practised deceit to hide something. She wondered, if she could see through his pretence, could he see through hers? Could he see that she was damaged, hiding a past that ate away at her core, allowing the darkness to engulf what was left of her inner light. Could he see that she was the colour of broken? Yolande wanted to run, back to the safety of her other life, away from the flowers. Away from Alexander Parker. But she couldn't. Her grandmother's life was fading with her incurable illness, and she needed to choose whether to fight her past, ultimately exposing her inner demons and forgive herself, in order to save her grandmother and herself from the same fate.' (Source: Publisher's blurb)