Most people buy flowers for someone else.
This time... they're for me.
I'm Laurel. I run the flower shop. Three years of building it from a market stand into a real brick-and-mortar place where people walk in looking lost and walk out holding something beautiful.
I make love visible for everyone else. Anniversaries. Weddings. Apologies in petals and stems.
Nobody has ever sent me an arrangement... until now. And whoever picked the stems was thinking about me hard enough that his scent is still in the petals. Could it be one of the four hockey players paying attention to me:
Tobias-the forward with a quick smile.
Gage-the center with watchful eyes.
Milo-the beta goalie.
Soren-the deliberate defenseman.
My suppressants are slipping. My shop smells like four scents I can't stop thinking about. And every Friday a new arrangement appears, soaked in pheromones, saying things in flowers no one has ever said to me.
I'm going to figure out which one of them it is... and then I'm going to claim them all.
Knot Just Flowers is a cozy, steamy omegaverse why choose romance featuring a small-town florist, slow-burn pheromone heat, fated-mate scent recognition, nesting, generous knotting, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.
Perfect for readers who love:
• A florist heroine who reads people in petals
• Four hockey men slowly falling for the same woman
• Anonymous secret-admirer arrangements with hidden meanings
• Failing suppressants, fated-mate scent recognition, generous knotting
• Cozy small-town setting
• Nesting, pack bonds, and reverse harem HEA with all four men
