The Space Between Seconds

Julian Thorne is a ghost in a designer suit. With a voice as smooth as silk and a smirk that says he's already seen the end of the movie, he's the king of the underground lounge scene. He doesn't just sindhe haunts But behind the velvet vocals and the cocky "vampire" exterior lies a clinical countdown.

For nineteen years, Julian has played a game of chess with Cystic Fibrosis. But the latest move-a diagnosis of Burkholderia cepacia-has cornered him. He has three years left. Maybe less.

He had a plan: live fast, die young, and leave a beautiful melody behind. He didn't account for Brooke Banks.

Brooke is the only one who doesn't flinch at his icy stare or buy into his arrogant front. She sees the boy behind the microphone who is literally running out of breath. As Julian falls for her, he realizes that loving her is a death sentence for her heart. To keep her safe from the wreckage of his ending, he'll have to perform his greatest act yet: walking away while he's still center stage.

In a world where every intake of air is a luxury, Julian and Brooke are about to find out just how much life you can squeeze into the space between seconds.