Julie Soto

An ambitious wedding planner must work with her grumpy florist ex, whose heart she broke, on the most high-profile wedding of her career, in this spicy and emotional romance from popular fanfic author Julie Soto. He loves me; he loves me not... Ama Torres loves being a wedding planner. But with a mother who has been married more times than you can count on your fingers, Ama has decided that marriage is not the route for her. But weddings? Weddings are amazing. As a small business owner, she knows how to match her clients with the perfect vendor to give them the wedding of their dreams. Well, almost perfect... Elliot hates being a florist, most of the time. When his father left him the flower shop, he considered it a burden, but he's stuck with it. Just like how he's stuck with the way he proposed to Ama, his main collaborator and girlfriend (or was she?) two years ago. But flowers have grown on him, just like Ama did. And flowers can't run off and never speak to him again, like Ama did. When Ama is hired to plan a celebrity wedding that will bring her business national exposure, there's a catch: Elliot is already contracted to design the flowers. Things are not helped by the two brides, who see the obvious chemistry between Ama and Elliot and are determined to set them up, not knowing their complicated history. Add in a meddling ex-boss, and a reality TV film crew documenting every step of the wedding prep, and Ama and Elliot's hearts are not only in jeopardy again, but this time, their livelihoods are too.

Forget Me Not

Raigan Correll

“How long do you think you can talk about flowers while I bounce on your cock?” 

Alyssa Weaver

Heres a pro tip. Dont give every girl who bats their lashes at vou a rare South American lower. Youll go out of business." My breath is heaving in my chest. I'm so close to her, I could kiss her ifl only stepped forward And I guess she's thinking the exact same thing because her hands reach up for my shoulders as I grab her waist. Two arms wind around my neck as she pushes herself against me. The press of her lips on mine sets everything in my chest on hre, and my fingers curl into her hair like a lifeline.

So I say the first stupid thing that comes to my mind. "Are you in charge of this wedding or what? Im trying to catch my breath when I hear her scoff. "Excuse me?" "Don't you have to get back?" Fuck. my dick is hard. Pressing against my zipper. My open belt mocks me. "Are you joking?" Her voice is sharp. Angry. I press my eyes shut and twist back to her, leaning back on the wall for support. "Im sorry. I'm just...I'm gonna come." 

despite my excitement at the possibility of meeting Anya Taylor-Joy. 

Those arent skinny jeans, I argue. "I could barely get my hand in them, she whispers against my cheek. 

“Everything's good. But you need to call 9-1-1 and grab the EpiPen in my purse." I blink at her. And before I can ask if she's joking -or take my fingers out of the waist of her panties -her eyes roll back and she slumps against my shoulder. 

Rip Ama Torres: death by peanut butter donut 🙏🙏

"Did I just kill her with a peanut butter donut?"

“Mom, please dont marry him," I hear behind us. I turn to see Ama being rolled out in a wheelchair. Ive paralyzed her. And before I can start mentally drafting up plans for widening doorways at the shop and installing ramps at my house, she stands up gingerly with her mother's assistance

 "How long do you think you can talk about flowers while I bounce on your cock?"

“It's...It was never about extinction. The tattoos..." He blows out his air. "They're ones that I-that I can't have. Ones that can't be used in arrangements, can't be kept in the shop." He looks up to me. "Ones that are likely to disappear before I can love them." 

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