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Logline
Ex-Lovers Ren and Gio are thrust back into an elevator together by sheer fate. She thinks she's broken beyond repair. He thinks he's a train wreck unfit for relationships. Their chemistry is immediate, but in order to fully heal their relationship and themselves, they must first reveal their deepest secrets.
Blurb
I have to admit it to you... I never got over Giovanni. I thought I had moved on, even married another man, but just when I had my life all neatly put together, it all broke apart. Now I'm nearly thirty, freshly single, and living back home with my mom in California, where the hot and heavy teenage memories of Gio still taunt me.
Then, as if by fate, after eleven years of no contact, he accidentally walks back into my life, his gaze licking up my body like fire and zap! All it takes is one look to feel the intense connection surging between us again-and I know he feels it too. Damn, Gio was hot at seventeen, but now he's the sup'd-up, modified version.
Anyone can tell I'd give anything to get back together with him, but every time my heart soars with one step forward, he immediately takes two steps back. I know him well enough to sense he's keeping something hidden behind those gorgeous, enigmatic eyes-though I'm keeping a secret from him too.
I'm so afraid the way we each are broken could be our final deal breaker. What will it take to get him back... and if I do, am I really ready for the man he is now?
~Chapter One~
I've been touched by love before, felt its fingers caress my soul. Filling me up until I thought there would never be space to feel anything else. But here I lie on the cold hexagon tile of the bathroom floor, no second line, no second chance. I stare blankly out the wavy glass of the old brick apartment window, creating a distorted view of the golden leaves blown harshly, then trembling, in the crisp October breeze - And I oddly relate to those leaves, barely clinging on, flailing helplessly against the inevitable wind. And I suddenly realize that this season is called fall because, for the third autumn in my life, everything is falling apart.
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November 2009
Oh god, here we go. It's coming on again. Breathe, Ren, just breathe. Why? Why am I broken? Just stop thinking about it.
Too late. My body temperature is rising, and my heart rate is picking up speed—palpating in my chest more like the heartbeat of a bird and not of a twenty-nine-year-old woman.
I know it looks like I'm afraid of flying to the other passengers on this flight as I grip the armrest with my cold, clammy hand and pop my pill, but that's not what this is about. My life has turned 180 degrees in the past year and a half, and the shock of it all still hits me in rolling waves from time to time.
