How long would you hold a grudge?If you’re Eloise Hendrickson, the answer is twenty-five years. After being humiliated by her overseas pen pal in seventh grade, Eloise, now a successful writer, has never quite let go of that one mortifying moment. One bad breakup, a late night of drunken internet sleuthing, and a half-baked excuse to bust through writer’s block send her straight into the path of the boy she’s hated her whole life.
Instead, he’s a charming chocolatier, a devoted family man, and awkwardly, a huge fan of her books. But as Eloise reconnects with the past, it’s not him who captures her attention, it’s someone else entirely. Someone unexpected. He’s rude, infuriating, and gets under her skin like no one else. He’s the exact opposite of the heroes she creates and the men she dates.
With new friends, a fresh perspective, and possibly the beginnings of something romantic—Eloise must decide if she’s finally ready to let go of the perfection she’s always demanded from herself as well as everyone around her, and embrace the unpredictable, wonderfully flawed life waiting for her. Maybe her next bestseller won’t be about righting the past after all. Maybe it will be about rewriting the future instead.
Warning: This book may contain chocolate and possibly a happily ever after.
“Can I help you?” I asked, leaning my head against the partially open door.
“No, I think the question should be, can I help you?”
How in the world could he help me? I verbalized that thought with a simple, “What?”
“Marion said the sink is leaking.”
Oh, no. He couldn’t possibly be Marion’s plumber.
“I can stand here all night, but that’s not gonna get the sink
fixed,” he barked.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and reluctantly opened
the door farther, allowing him in. “The homeowner said she would get someone out to look at it.”
He completely ignored me, making his way to the kitchen sink with a toolbox in hand as if he were on a mission.
“Sorry, I guess I should’ve taken that stuff out.” It killed me to apologize to him, but a little guilt niggled at me when I saw him removing the few wet items stored under the sink onto the kitchen floor. I probably should have removed them to allow the cabinet to dry out, but in my defense...I had been starving. My delicious dinner calling to me like an oasis in the desert came back to my mind, but I resigned myself that it would have to wait until the problem at hand was solved. That problem being the leaky sink and the man whose legs were dangling out from under it.
I've always had a passion for Creative Writing. There's something special about being able to travel to a different place or become a different person with just the stroke of a pen—or in today's world, a tap of the keyboard. Maybe it all started with the soap opera-level drama I used to script for my Barbie dolls. Plot twists, emotional arcs, surprise twins... it was basically a writer’s room before I even knew what one was. Whatever the spark, storytelling quickly became my favorite creative outlet. I craft stories that keep me on my toes and constantly push me beyond my comfort zone. Deep characters you either root for or love to hate are the ones I’m most drawn to.
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Sounds like a good book.
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