Ella Maine cannot time travel. All she could do was lie in bed at 12.38 a.m half asleep, counting the dots on the green curtain with her mind already miles away. Ella has no love story to tell, but she's got a heartbreak story escaping her by her fingers. She's not going to tell you a story about how she got her heart shattered to a thousand and two pieces, this is a story of how she patched everything up, sewed it tight and wrapped Band-Aids around her heart. Disclaimer in bold: I wrote this at fifteen so proceed with caution. Or skip to the next books: She Loves You Not/ But I Love You

Kintana Foulke is a planner. She made sure that everything in her life had its home. However, life as a girlboss is never easy especially when she had a close-minded boss, annoying parents who never understood any part of the life she wanted to build for herself, and a collection of jilted arranged engagements. The only part of her life that seemed untouched and made sense was the world she built on the Coffee Shop by the sea and one handsome, mysterious stranger. But what if that was about to change too? 3:00 A.M. A coffee shop. Two strangers. A hot chocolate. An espresso. A country song. A confession. A proposal. And a brewing love.

They always started and ended the same way, these letters I keep receiving: "Dear reader," to "From, writer." They also came in the same unknown way every Wednesday, and though I knew not who sent them, it never really bothered me. But all that changed on the day I received the seventeenth letter.

Oliver cannot erase time. All he could do was walk aimless strolls around the island of skyscrapers he calls home with a wrestling match with guilt in his head, all detailed in the name of hindsight. Midnight struck and Oliver still has no love story to tell, but he's got a heartbreaker's part of the story with him. Escape was all he wanted but what if his past feelings catches him first? A SEQUEL TO HE LOVES YOU NOT (HEARTBREAKER'S POV) but it is not necessary to read the 1st book (He Loves You Not)

"Izzy hated near-misses more than she hates white chocolate. She hates the word almost. She hates the word lacking and not finishing something she started. To Izzy, if you want to brew hot chocolate you better top it off with whipped cream and if you are about to dip your feet in the sea, you should ditch all your misgivings and dive in it instead. When her dream shattered halfway through her climbing it, she could not believe herself as she hopped on a plane and found herself in a seaside small town with bicycles more than people. Then she met people, people who taught her how to catch hearts. She began to understand not everything has a cherry on top. " cover by @pathways_end