A professor of literature finds herself caught up in a work of fiction…literally, from the New York Times bestselling author of The Seven Year Slip and The Dead Romantics. Eileen 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 a book. At home. Which might be why she´s so set on going her annual book club retreat this year-she needs good friends, cheap wine, and grand romantic gestures-no matter what. But when her car unexpectedly breaks down on the way, she finds herself stranded in a quaint town that feels like it´s right out of a novel… Because it is. This place can´t be real, and yet… she´s here, in Eloraton, the town of her favorite romance series, where the candy store´s honey taffy is always sweet, the local bar´s burgers are always a little burnt, and rain always comes in the afternoon. It feels like home. It´s perfect-and perfectly frozen, trapped in the late author´s last unfinished story. Elsy is sure that´s why she must be here: to help bring the town to its storybook ending. Except there is a character in Eloraton that she can´t place-a grumpy bookstore owner with mint-green eyes, an irritatingly sexy mouth and impeccable taste in novels. And he does not want her finishing this book. Which is a problem because Elsy is beginning to think the town´s happily-ever-after might just be intertwined with her own.