Eileen “Elsy” Merriweather loves to get lost in a good happily ever after. The fictional kind, anyway. Because at least imaginary men don’t leave you at the altar. She feels safe in stories. At home in books. Which might be why she’s so set on going to her book club’s annual retreat this year - she needs good friends, cheap wine, and grand romantic gestures - no matter what.

Sometimes, the worst day of your life happens, and you have to figure out how to live after it. For Clementine West, that means burying her head in her work as a book publicist, being practical, and forgetting the silly things her beloved aunt Analea taught her - like living wide and chasing the moon. Clementine would rather stay grounded and keep her heart safe. For the last six months, she’s done just that.

But when she moves into her late aunt’s apartment and finds a strange man standing in the kitchen - a man with kind eyes, a Southern drawl, and a taste for lemon pies - her well-laid plans begin to fall apart. Because he’s the type of man who, before it all, she would’ve fallen head over heels for. And she still might.

Florence Day is the ghostwriter for one of the most prolific romance authors in the industry, and she has a problem: After a terrible breakup, she no longer believes in love. It’s as good as dead.

Romance is most certainly dead… but so is her new editor, and his unfinished business will have her second-guessing everything she’s ever known about love stories.