Here’s the kickoff to another new series. I love the idea of series, when they’re done right, because we get to spend extra time in what becomes a familiar world. As the series goes on, each book turns into a comfort read (Sookie Stackhouse, I’m talking to you).
This one starts off with a fun vibe.
She stole his roses.
Fleeing the spotlight, burnt out rock star Layla—“Belle”—Dubois seeks refuge in the south of France. That old, half-forgotten heritage in a valley of roses seems like a good place to soothe a wounded heart. She certainly doesn’t expect the most dangerous threat to her heart to pounce on her as soon as she sets foot on the land.
He wants them back.
Matt didn’t mean to growl at her quite that loudly. But—his roses! She can’t have his roses. Even if she does have all those curls and green eyes and, and, and…what was he growling about again?
Or maybe he just wants her.
When an enemy invades his valley and threatens his home, heart, and livelihood, Matthieu Rosier really knows only one way to defend himself.
It might involve kissing.
So I bet this is more of a Rock Star Who Could Be Anyone than actual Rock Fiction, but it’s cute! The dude’s possessive about his flowers!
(and I can think of some other Rock Fiction that feature flower shops and/or greenery. Is that a thing?)