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An overworked book publicist with a perfectly planned future hits a snag when she falls in love with her temporary roommate…only to discover he lives seven years in the past, in this witty and wise new novel from the bestselling author of The Dead Romantics.
Sometimes, the worst day of your life happens, and you have to figure out how to live after it.
Six months ago, Clementine West had the worst day of her life. So, she came up with a plan to keep her heart safe: stay busy, work hard, take no risks. And it’s been working.
That is until one day she finds a strange man standing in her kitchen. A man with kind eyes, a crooked smile, and a recipe for the perfect lemon meringue pie. The kind of man that, before everything, she could have fallen for . . .
He’s perfect but for one thing: he lives in the past. Seven years ago, to be exact.
This should be impossible, but Clementine used to love impossible things. And maybe, just maybe, she will again. After all, love is never a matter of time – but a matter of timing.
Praise for The Dead Romantics:
‘We could all use a good summer ghost story, and you can't get much better than Ashley Poston's adult fiction debut.’
‘This is a book to make you laugh and cry.’ New York Times
‘A tender, nuanced love story that fans of Emily Henry will adore’ Red
‘I LOVED this book. A beautiful, poignant story, full of beautiful, poignant characters… at the end all the pieces fall perfectly into place, and the picture that they form is at once touching, funny, breathtaking, hopeful, and dreamy.’
Ali Hazelwood, New York Times bestselling author of The Love Hypothesis
‘Smart, quirky and funny. I loved this one.’
Sarah Morgan, The Sunday Times bestselling author of Beach House Summer
‘What fun – the Emily Henry/Casey McQuiston reader (aka me) is going to gobble this book up. Smart, quick, delicious.’
Emma Straub, New York Times bestselling author of This Time Tomorrow
‘An absolute and unexpected delight. Voicy and quirky and fun; the pages will probably sparkle (but with black glitter).’
Christina Lauren, New York Times bestselling author of The Unhoneymooners
‘The Dead Romantics takes so many things I love—quirky heroines, found families, cozy small towns, fanfics, GHOSTS (!!!)—and gives them all a fresh, fun, thoroughly modern spin. This is truly a RomCom to die for!’
Rachel Hawkins, New York Times bestselling author of Reckless
‘This book made me fall in love, broke my heart then reassembled it at least twice, and left me swooning. A hauntingly romantic, hilariously heartwarming story. Ashley Poston is the real deal.’
Gwenda Bond, New York Times bestselling author of Not Your Average Hot Guy
About the author
Ashley Poston writes stories about love and friendship and ever afters. A native to South Carolina, she now lives in a small grey house with her sassy cat and too many books. You can find her on the internet, somewhere, watching cat videos and reading fan-fiction.
Tweet her at @ashposton and find out more about her at www.ashposton.com.
With this poignant, magic-infused contemporary romance, Poston (The Dead Romantics) explores love, grief, and the courage it takes to create one's "own adventure." As a publicist for a boutique Manhattan book publisher, Clementine lives for work, splitting her limited personal time between her parents and her coworkers, and grieving the recent death of her larger-than-life, Auntie Mame-esque aunt, Analea. Analea left Clementine her "century-old" Upper East Side apartment, which she often described as a place where "time pinched in on itself," but she also warned Clementine not to fall in love within its walls. Clementine learns that her aunt's kooky stories are true when she wakes up to find young chef hopeful, Iwan, also in residence—though he's living seven years in the past. What follows is an easily flowing and often unpredictable romance. The magical element adds a cool twist on the gradually building central relationship and Poston's depictions of grief ring especially true and are sure to tug at readers' heartstrings. This is an emotional delight.