Livy Bannon doesn’t believe in love—until fate shows her that sometimes it's all you need.
Waking up in hospital, hooked up to an IV, with no memory of how she got there, twenty-five-year-old grad student Livy knows it’s bad. She just never expects to hear she’s been in a coma, for three weeks. Of all the things to be worrying about, Livy’s thinking about the last thing she ever expected: she almost died—without ever falling in love.
Livy’s not the type of girl to agonize over past decisions, until now. Three years ago, she walked away from the only guy she’s ever cared about, for the second time. The first time Ethan came into her life, she was sixteen, and despite their unexplainable connection, it was never enough to overcome the unresolved issues from her childhood. So, when the first person she runs into after leaving the hospital is Ethan, Livy's convinced it is more than mere coincidence.
A bittersweet reminder of what she could’ve had, or a chance to rewrite history, she hasn’t figured it out, yet. But one thing is certain—Livy's in love with Ethan, she always has been.
I threw down the pen in frustration, it was no use. I was never going to finish this damn paper on Romeo and Juliet. Despite my affinity for reading, romance was so not my thing. My head refused to work with the whole star crossed lover’s story. Sure, in the film Leonardo Di Caprio was a cutie, but what's up with the double-suicide ending? Some of the ‘greatest love stories ever told’ have a lot to answer for. Innocent I’d-die-for-you love? I mean, come on, seriously, what is that?
When I was three, Mom caught Dad cheating. Not a spur-of-the-moment one time kind of thing either. It was a full on affair. They married young; both fresh out of college, and head over heels in love. High school sweethearts looking to live the American Dream. Apparently, a devoted wife and two baby daughters wasn’t quite the dream Dad wanted. But that's guys for you; full of promises just waiting to be broken.
Growing up Mom tried to tell me that one day I’d meet my Romeo. That one person in the world meant to love me. I’m not like Mom. The tales of Romeos and their Juliet’s deserve the pages of worn out romance novels. Real life Romeos don't exist. But Mom’s a dreamer, and she’s waiting for the day she can say ‘I told you so’. If I’ve heard it once, I’ve heard it a thousand times, ‘Olivia May Bannon, fate doesn’t ask you what you want, it just knows.’ Yeah right!