She’s rude, selfish, and horribly loud at all hours of the night.
She’s also elusive, making it nearly impossible for them to have a face to face conversation about their issues.
Until she suddenly appears one night,
and Reya is so frustratingly attracted to her.
The feeling is mutual enough that their nightly meetups turn into a regular occurrence. What starts as an odd inability to stay away from each other, slowly turns into the process of unraveling everything the two women thought they knew about themselves.
But Reya realizes too late that when something seems too good to be true, it probably is. She couldn’t have prepared for the dreadful truth and all the damage it causes when brought to light.
Miranda has been in love with creating stories since the second she learned how to read and write. On the rare occasion she isn't devouring a book or working on her next novel, she can be found playing cozy video games, watching reality competition shows, or obsessing over her next arts and crafts project. She currently lives in southern Oregon with her amazing husband and their crazy cat.
You can find her on Instagram as @mirandamelaniewrites
Someone bombed this before it was released for being sapphic. I am adding it to my TBR and will come back to adjust this star rating to reflect how I feel after I read the book. It's not cool that someone review bombed before release.
This book…. I laughed and cried and cringed. I loved the banter. I loved how real everyone felt. The ending was everything I would ever want. Definitely read book one (Years Between You) but also READ THIS BOOK!
Weird pacing, unlikable, annoying and seriously dysfunctioning characters. Which is already cringe, but if you drop a whole lot of reactionary crap on top of it, you get this book.
I haven't finished it yet, don't know if I even will but gosh is this already bad. I'm a the point where the narrator is "oh my gosh, I hate that my mom is always right", while her mom is... busy gaslighting her? Maybe it's too strong to say, but at least her mom is trying really hard to force her daughter to conform to her absurd priorities, to some sort of right-wing american vision of family... Bleurgh.
I’m so proud of Mir for writing this book 🥹 I know it wasn’t an easy ride for her, but you wouldn’t even know it through her writing. I love these two enemies-to-lovers idiots SO MUCH!!