My knitting shop is simple, classic, homespun.
Then four hockey players walked in… and unraveled me.
I’m Gemma. I run a yarn and fiber arts store on a side street. Walls of yarn organized by color, a kettle always on, a community table where half the town learned to make something with their hands.
I take care of everyone. That’s the deal. They come in lost and leave with a project to work on and a cup of tea, and the warmth I build all day goes home with them. I’ve never once asked anyone to leave warmth behind for me.
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
Then a six-foot-three defenseman signs up for the beginner knitting class. I put my hands over his to guide the stitch. My scent spikes. His pupils blow wide. Neither of us says a word about it. The following Thursday, three more show up:
Everett—the quiet defenseman with hands too big for the needles.
Vaughn—the forward who came to mock his teammates and stayed to compete.
Ronan—the center who notices when I haven’t eaten.
Thatcher—the beta goalie who fixes the wobbly shelf like it’s his job.
My suppressants are slipping. The shop smells like four scents layered into the wool. I start knitting things for them—a scarf in the blue of one man’s eyes, gloves the second one didn’t ask for, a hat for the third, wrist warmers for the fourth—and I don’t notice that my scent is soaking into every fiber.
The pack figures out what I’m doing before I do. And then they start giving back. Which one is going to unmake me? Not just one… all of them.
Knot Unraveled is a cozy, steamy omegaverse why choose romance featuring a small-town yarn shop, slow-burn pheromone proximity, knitting-as-nesting, fated-mate scent recognition, generous knotting, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.
Perfect for readers who love:
• A nurturing heroine who gives until she forgets to receive
• Four hockey men crammed around a community table with needles too small for their hands
• Handmade gifts that secretly say mine
• Failing suppressants, fated-mate scent recognition, generous knotting
• Cozy small-town setting with tea and merino in the air
• Nesting, pack bonds, and reverse harem HEA with all four men
