Confession: I, Dandelion “Dani” Wright, am twenty-six years old and have yet to be deflowered. It didn't matter, until Jacob West walks back into my life. This Jacob is no boy, though: he’s all man now—confident, charming, and so sexy my metaphorical blossoms are getting scorched. I can almost forget I’m supposed to hate him forever. Almost. War of the Roses is a prelude to Petal Plucker and shouldn’t be read as a standalone.