Eileen Merriweather loves to get lost in a good happily-ever-after. The fictional kind, anyway. Because at least imaginary men dont leave you at the altar.She feels safe in a book. At home. Which might be why shes so set on going her annual book club retreat this yearshe needs good friends, cheap wine, and grand romantic gesturesno matter what.

But when her car unexpectedly breaks down on the way, she finds herself stranded in a quaint town that feels like its right out of a novel

Because itis.

This place cant be real, and yet shes here, in Eloraton, the town of her favorite romance series, where the candy stores honey taffy is always sweet, the local bars burgers are always a little burnt, and rain always comes in the afternoon. It feels like home. Its perfectand perfectly frozen, trapped in the late authors last unfinished story.

Elsy is sure thats why she must be here: to help bring the town to its storybook ending.

Except there is a character in Eloraton that she cant placea grumpybookstore owner withmint-green eyes,an irritatinglysexymouth and impeccable taste in novels. And he doesnotwant her finishing this book.

Which is a problem because Elsy is beginning to think the towns happily-ever-after might just be intertwined with her own.