Juniper and Oleander Ambrose are head-over-heels in love... and utterly clueless about what comes next.
It's not that Juniper doesn't understand what married couples do-she's a voracious reader of romance novels, after all. It's that the idea of speaking her desires out loud makes her want to evaporate into the aether. Living with her parents doesn't help, either-not with her mother's sideways glances and knowing smiles at the worst possible moments.
Oleander, for his part, is used to patience. He's waited near ten years for his beloved to acknowledge him as a man and...oh, who is he kidding. He's near mad with desire and the frustration that can only come from knowing he is now allowed to touch his wife (moon above, does he love calling her that) but can't figure out precisely what she wants from him. He's not one to give up, though. And the promise of leaving home brings with it the knowledge that privacy and independence may be just what they need.
But when a strange encounter on the train to Kingsborough triggers a series of nightmares for Oleander-visions from his dark and bloody childhood-it threatens the fragile happiness he's finally claimed. He can't bring himself to tell Juniper about what haunts him, unwilling to shatter the bliss of their first year together.
But is his secrecy worth his life?
Oleander and Juniper's love story continues in Postcards from the Honeymoon, the sweetly spicy follow up to With Love, Juniper. Perfect for lovers of cozy romance and extended epilogues.
