She’s rewriting his love story. But can she rewrite her own?Emma Wheeler desperately longs to be a screenwriter. She’s spent her life studying, obsessing over, and writing romantic comedies―good ones! That win contests! But she’s also been the sole caretaker for her kind-hearted dad, who needs full-time care. Now, when she gets a chance to re-write a script for famous screenwriter Charlie Yates―The Charlie Yates! Her personal writing god!―it’s a break too big to pass up.Emma’s younger sister steps in for caretaking duties, and Emma moves to L.A. for six weeks for the writing gig of a lifetime. But what is it they say? Don’t meet your heroes? Charlie Yates doesn’t want to write with anyone―much less “a failed, nobody screenwriter.” Worse, the romantic comedy he’s written is so terrible it might actually bring on the apocalypse. Plus! He doesn’t even care about the script―it’s just a means to get a different one green-lit. Oh, and he thinks love is an emotional Ponzi scheme.But Emma’s not going down without a fight. She will stand up for herself, and for rom-coms, and for love itself. She will convince him that love stories matter―even if she has to kiss him senseless to do it. But . . . what if that kiss is accidentally amazing? What if real life turns out to be so much . . . more real than fiction? What if the love story they’re writing breaks all Emma’s rules―and comes true?
But that's not to say I'd never been in love. I was not stingy with my crushes. I had a thing for the guy at the meat counter at the grocery store, and the ER doc who'd stitched my dad up after his last fall, and a cute young maintenance guy who worked at our building.
I fell in love all the time. Just. nobody fell in love with me back.
Fiction really kind of was all I had in the romance department.
But that wasn't a weakness. That was a strength.
I had a theory that we gravitate toward the stories we need in life. Whatever we're longing for-adventure, excitement, emotion, connection-we turn to stories that help us find it. Whatever questions we're struggling with-sometimes ones so deep, we don't even really know we're asking them-we look for answers in stories.
Love stories had lifted me up, delighted me, and educated me on the power of human kindness for years.
But that's not to say I'd never been in love. I was not stingy with my crushes. I had a thing for the guy at the meat counter at the grocery store, and the ER doc who'd stitched my dad up after his last fall, and a cute young maintenance guy who worked at our building.
I fell in love all the time. Just. nobody fell in love with me back.
Fiction really kind of was all I had in the romance department.
But that wasn't a weakness. That was a strength.
I had a theory that we gravitate toward the stories we need in life. Whatever we're longing for-adventure, excitement, emotion, connection-we turn to stories that help us find it. Whatever questions we're struggling with-sometimes ones so deep, we don't even really know we're asking them-we look for answers in stories.
Love stories had lifted me up, delighted me, and educated me on the power of human kindness for years.
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