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Bloom by N.R. Walker
5.0
Book safety, content warnings, and tropes down below.
And never once did the butterflies stop. Never once did the thrill of each kiss subside, the anticipation, the nerves, the full swoop of my whole heart when he laughed. Every touch, every caress, every breath.
Well, that was heckin’ cute as hell. I had to consciously try to *not* smile while listening in the grocery store earlier. I’m sure I looked like a crazy person. This was just a lovely, low angst story about to strangers making a connection and then going on cute dates and just generally being adorable together. It’s fairly short, but didn’t really need to be longer. It was spicy, but not overwhelmingly so.
All of the flowers and the meaning behind them was equal parts interesting, sweet and romantic.
It’s not a very complex or emotional book, but it is exactly what it was supposed to be. A feel-good love story. Glen Lloyd did a great job with the audio, as per usual.
⬇️ Blanket spoiler warning ⬇️
⚠️ Tropes & tags ⚠️
Australian setting
Florist
Strangers to lovers
Dating
Romantic
Hands free orgasm
Falling fast
⚠️ Content warning ⚠️
Cheating ex boyfriend
Explicit sexual content
Brief mention of child abandonment
Broken condom
⚠️Book safety ⚠️
Cheating: No
Other person drama: No
Breakup: No
POV: 1st person, dual POV
Genre: Contemporary romance
Pairing: M/M
Strict roles or versatile: Strict roles
Main characters’ age: 26 and 30
Series: Standalone
Kindle Unlimited: Yes
Pages: 206
“Green carnations mean homosexuality and black roses mean you’re dead to me. So black roses surrounded by green carnations would mean you’re dead to me, you big old homosexual, and I think that’s beautiful.” He sighed. “Poetry with flowers.”
“And now I’m ready,” he said quietly. Then his eyes met mine. “Because now there’s you.”
“So your villain era is going well.” I snorted. “Well, it was short-lived. I’m in my middle-aged-lesbian, home-renovation era now.”
I twirled the paper flower between my thumb and forefinger, smiling at it. “Cory, I think I’ve met the man I’m going to marry.”
I’m the overthinking type, Linden. So when you say stuff like that, I have seven tabs open in my brain working at the same time, running possible outcomes and scenarios.” His smile was slow to spread. “Just seven tabs?” “Two are someone working an FBI whiteboard of scenarios, one’s a Venn diagram, two are spreadsheets, one’s running a video reel of Love Actually, and the last one is breathing into a paper bag.”
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And never once did the butterflies stop. Never once did the thrill of each kiss subside, the anticipation, the nerves, the full swoop of my whole heart when he laughed. Every touch, every caress, every breath.
Well, that was heckin’ cute as hell. I had to consciously try to *not* smile while listening in the grocery store earlier. I’m sure I looked like a crazy person. This was just a lovely, low angst story about to strangers making a connection and then going on cute dates and just generally being adorable together. It’s fairly short, but didn’t really need to be longer. It was spicy, but not overwhelmingly so.
All of the flowers and the meaning behind them was equal parts interesting, sweet and romantic.
It’s not a very complex or emotional book, but it is exactly what it was supposed to be. A feel-good love story. Glen Lloyd did a great job with the audio, as per usual.
⬇️ Blanket spoiler warning ⬇️
⚠️ Tropes & tags ⚠️
Australian setting
Florist
Strangers to lovers
Dating
Romantic
Hands free orgasm
Falling fast
⚠️ Content warning ⚠️
Cheating ex boyfriend
Explicit sexual content
Brief mention of child abandonment
Broken condom
⚠️Book safety ⚠️
Cheating: No
Other person drama: No
Breakup: No
POV: 1st person, dual POV
Genre: Contemporary romance
Pairing: M/M
Strict roles or versatile: Strict roles
Main characters’ age: 26 and 30
Series: Standalone
Kindle Unlimited: Yes
Pages: 206
“Green carnations mean homosexuality and black roses mean you’re dead to me. So black roses surrounded by green carnations would mean you’re dead to me, you big old homosexual, and I think that’s beautiful.” He sighed. “Poetry with flowers.”
“And now I’m ready,” he said quietly. Then his eyes met mine. “Because now there’s you.”
“So your villain era is going well.” I snorted. “Well, it was short-lived. I’m in my middle-aged-lesbian, home-renovation era now.”
I twirled the paper flower between my thumb and forefinger, smiling at it. “Cory, I think I’ve met the man I’m going to marry.”
I’m the overthinking type, Linden. So when you say stuff like that, I have seven tabs open in my brain working at the same time, running possible outcomes and scenarios.” His smile was slow to spread. “Just seven tabs?” “Two are someone working an FBI whiteboard of scenarios, one’s a Venn diagram, two are spreadsheets, one’s running a video reel of Love Actually, and the last one is breathing into a paper bag.”
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