Sometimes, life throws its worst punches, leaving you to navigate the aftermath.
For Clementine, safeguarding her heart becomes a priority: stay occupied, toil diligently, seek out a worthy love interest, and hold onto the whimsy of chasing the moon. The latter may seem fanciful and symbolic, but her aunt instilled in her the belief that nurturing at least one grand aspiration is crucial for resilience. And for the past year, Clementine has adhered to this plan flawlessly. Mostly. The aspect concerning love proves challenging; she hesitates to forge deep connections, uncertain if her heart can endure it.
Then, she encounters an unfamiliar man in the kitchen of her deceased aunt’s apartment. He possesses gentle eyes, a Southern accent, and an affinity for lemon pies—the kind of man she might have fallen for in a heartbeat, once upon a time. And perhaps she still could.
However, there’s a catch: he exists in the past, precisely seven years ago. And she, quite literally, resides seven years ahead in his future.
Her aunt always described the apartment as a bubble in time, where moments meld together like watercolors. Clementine understands that giving her heart away would spell disaster.
Because love isn’t constrained by time; it’s all about timing.
In this clever and insightful novel from the New York Times bestselling author of The Dead Romantics, an overburdened book publicist, with her meticulously planned future, encounters a hiccup when she falls for her temporary roommate—only to realize he resides seven years in the past.
