Thursday, July 10, 2014

Flowering Series by Sarah Daltry Blog Tour!

Flowering is the story of Jack and Lily. They’re college kids with their own issues, who manage to find each other. What starts as physical attraction and sexual awakening becomes so much more. Jack is troubled, with a past that makes it hard for him to see the future. Lily comes from a perfect world where she’s expected to play the role she was given. When they’re together, though, Jack becomes someone even he cares for, and Lily becomes whole.

This series is about growing up, about “flowering” into the person you become. It’s also about love and how it starts with one chance encounter and turns into a lifetime. Jack and Lily don’t have it easy, but they have each other. They’re not billionaires or rock stars or undercover agents; they’re just college kids looking to be a little less alone in the world.

Now complete in one volume. Includes the short stories, "Her Brother's Best Friend" and "Morning Glory;" the novels, Forget Me Not, Lily of the Valley, Blue Rose, and Orange Blossom; and the novellas, Star of Bethlehem and Ambrosia.

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Sarah Daltry writes about the regular people who populate our lives. She's written works in various genres - romance, erotica, fantasy, horror. Genre isn't as important as telling a story about people and how their lives unfold. Sarah tends to focus on YA/NA characters but she's been known to shake it up. Most of her stories are about relationships - romantic, familial, friendly - because love and empathy are the foundation of life. It doesn't matter if the story is set in contemporary NY, historical Britain, or a fantasy world in the future - human beings are most interesting in the ways they interact with others. This is the principle behind all of Sarah's stories.

Sarah has spent most of her life in school, from her BA and MA in English and writing to teaching both at the high school and college level. She also loves studying art history and really anything because learning is fun.

When Sarah isn't writing, she tends to waste a lot of time checking Facebook for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and simply staring out the window.


I lean against my bike and take out a pack of cigarettes. Everything is so incomprehensible and I feel myself slipping. I can’t tell Alana or she’ll panic, but the heavy weight of misery that ebbs and flows in my life is starting to come back in full-blown waves. I light a cigarette and walk to the rotting frame of the gazebo. It’s probably condemned, but I go up the steps and sit in the middle, somewhat hoping the whole thing will crash down over me and end it all right here.
Alana follows and steals one of my cigarettes. We sit, smoking, until she puts a hand on my knee. “I know what you’re doing,” she says.
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“You’re shutting down again. Don’t shut down, Jack. You know I’m here. I can handle it. I’ve learned how to handle it.”
“I don’t even know what it is. How can anyone handle it?” I ask.
She sighs and looks out over the churchyard. “Do you think she’ll make you happy?”
“It’s not really a matter of debate. She hates me.”
“You don’t help yourself, you know. Make a fucking effort. I know how you are. You act like an asshole, like it will somehow insulate you against feeling a thing.”
“It’s worked so far.”
“Has it?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Besides, you’re the one who keeps reminding me that I’m a fucking idiot.”
“I’ve always been what you need when you need it. It hurts like hell that you need something I can’t be, but I’m not gonna stop being your friend just because you need more.”
“You know we’re a mess?” I ask her.
“I do. But the mess is the only thing I know and the only thing that keeps me going. I’ll always be here, no matter what. I think you need to start opening up, though. You’re falling apart and I saw it when you looked at her. You want to be something else. But you can’t. Not if you fight it.”
“That’s not what you told me last night.”
“Hell, I don’t know what I am, either.” She laughs, a sad and hopeless laugh, and then she wraps herself in my arms. Again, I wish I loved her, because I can’t imagine a life without Alana. But I know she’s right. Lily has made me want to be something I’m not, and it scares me even though I can’t stop hoping it could happen.
“I don’t have a shot,” I whisper.
“Not if you don’t try. Maybe start by being nice. She looks a little too sweet for what you are.”
“That hurts.”
She takes my hand and links her fingers with mine. “I’m sorry. But you need to face that part of it. You know how people judge. Just be prepared for it with her. I promise you she isn’t perfect, even if you want her to be.”
I don’t say anything. I know Alana’s right, but every time I look at Lily’s beautiful eyes and smell her strawberry hair, I can’t imagine a way she could be anything but. 


  1. This kinda sounds like the Spring Awakening musical
    Missie @ A Flurry of Ponderings

  2. This sounds like a sweet read. The excerpt has got me wanting more! Thanks for sharing!

    Naomi @ Nomi’s Paranormal Palace