“All hurricane and heart and deep family roots.” —Jenna Evans Welch, New York Times bestselling author of Love & Gelato and Spells for Lost Things In this highly anticipated companion to the New York Times bestseller and Reese Witherspoon x Hello Sunshine Book Club YA Pick A Cuban Girl’s Guide to Tea and Tomorrow , Flora Maxwell heads to Miami to find a path for her future…and finds her heart along the way. Winchester, England, has always been home for Flora, but when her mother dies after a long illness, Flora feels untethered. Her family expects her to apply to university and take a larger role in their tea-shop business, but Flora isn’t so sure. More than ever, she’s the chaotic “hurricane” in her household, and she doesn’t always know how to manage her stormy emotions. So she decides to escape to Miami without telling anyone—especially her longtime friend Gordon Wallace. But Flora’s tropical change of scenery doesn’t cast away her self-doubt. When it comes to university, she has no idea which passions she should follow. That’s also true in romance. Flora’s summer abroad lands her in the flashbulb world of teen influencer Baz Marín, a Miami Cuban who shares her love for photography. But Flora’s more conflicted than ever when she begins to see future architect Gordon in a new light. In this powerfully emotional novel, Laura Taylor Namey navigates heartbreak that feels like a hurricane in a city that’s famous for them. “Exactly the kind of love story I love most, all hurricane and heart and deep family roots. Flora is a force to be reckoned with." -- Jenna Evans Welch, New York Times bestselling author of Love & Gelato and Spells for Lost Things "Every bit as swoony, delicious, and heartfelt as you could hope for and then some. There is so much love infused in every page of this story that you feel it like a warm hug. Laura Taylor Namey has written yet another deeply relatable, iconic love story you’ll want to revisit again and again." -- Emma Lord, New York Times bestselling author of You Have a Match and When You Get the Chance "A compelling torrent of emotion and healing." ― Kirkus Reviews "Flora’s voice and personality are distinctive, and Namey’s consistently lush, evocative writing brings the Miami setting to life. . . . Although there are brief appearances made by characters from A Cuban Girl’s Guide to Tea and Tomorrow , this story stands fully on its own." ― School Library Journal Laura Taylor Namey is the New York Times and internationally bestselling author of young adult fiction including Reese’s Book Club pick A Cuban Girl’s Guide to Tea and Tomorrow , A British Girl’s Guide to Hurricanes and Heartbreak , When We Were Them , and With Love, Echo Park . A proud Cuban American, she can be found hunting for vintage treasures and wishing she was in London or Paris. She lives in San Diego with her husband and two children. Visit her at LauraTaylorNamey.com. Chapter One: July ONE JULY If that man would quit staring off into nowhere and move two measly steps, my next shot would be perfect. I arm my camera and hover my finger over the shutter button. Waiting. He must sense the impatient tapping of my foot against the pavement because he finally moves along. Now it’s perfect. I passed this row of vintage motorbikes on my way into work. I’d hoped they’d still be parked in the designated bay a few streets over from my family’s tea-and-pastry shop when my break time came. The post-drizzle gloom at this time of day makes the best lighting for my photos. Click, click, click. I shoot the parts tightly, framing the promise of power and movement. Rain-dotted pipes, rotors, calipers. The gleaming bikes must belong to some kind of club. Millie, our grandfather’s restored Triumph Bonneville that Orion took to uni today, would fit right in with all the polished logos and buttery leather. Nothing sounds like these machines; Millie’s an angry, growling bitch. It’s only when I pause to check my memory card that the time stamps clue me in. Christ, I’m late. I should’ve been back finishing strawberry empanadas at Maxwell’s twenty minutes ago. It’s a miracle Lila didn’t text me nineteen and a half minutes ago. Luckily, I’m not far. I stride along, clutching my Canon DSLR. I bring it nearly everywhere and usually sacrifice my lunch break to shoot around the High Street. When Nan gave me the camera a year ago, she hoped it would become a fun hobby, but it’s become my everything. The lens holds some of what I can’t carry inside. Point and shoot. Capture. Refocus. The black case cages the secrets that stain my fingers like the fruit glazes Lila and I make. Eventually, I’ll work through what I’ve hidden. And then there’s the e-mail from Greenly in my box from yesterday—I’ll work through that, too. I want to speak this time. To share about Mum. But two months haven’t released the vise grip over my tongue, the fog filling my head. I don’t know how to do what they’re a