Ashley Poston

Ghost meets The Bold Type in this sparkling adult debut about a disillusioned millennial ghostwriter who, quite literally, has some ghosts of her own, from national bestselling author Ashley Poston. Florence Day is the ghostwriter for one of the most prolific romance authors in the industry, and she has a problem--after a terrible breakup, she no longer believes in love. It's as good as dead. When her new editor, a too-handsome mountain of a man, won't give her an extension on her book deadline, Florence prepares to kiss her career goodbye. But then she gets a phone call she never wanted to receive, and she must return home for the first time in a decade to help her family bury her beloved father. For ten years, she's run from the town that never understood her, and even though she misses the sound of a warm Southern night and her eccentric, loving family and their funeral parlor, she can't bring herself to stay. Even with her father gone, it feels like nothing in this town has changed. And she hates it. Until she finds a ghost standing at the funeral parlor's front door, just as broad and infuriatingly handsome as ever, and he's just as confused about why he's there as she is. Romance is most certainly dead . . . but so is her new editor, and his unfinished business will have her second-guessing everything she's ever known about love stories.

The Dead Romantics

Sara🌻

"Everything that dies never really goes. In little ways, it all stays."

Cici Pearson

Whitney Lambert

I began to realize that love wasn't dead, but it wasn't forever, either. It was something in between, a moment in time where two people existed at the exact same moment in the exact same place in the universe.

Love wasn’t a whisper in the quiet night.

It was a yelp into the void, screaming that you were here.

Nikola

Love was a high for a moment that left you hollow when it left, and you spent the rest of your life chasing that feeling.

🌸 Crybaby 🌸

Olivia 

“Why’s it about me at all? Why not just you? You are worthy of that.” 

raia – inactive

“Everything that dies never really goes. In little ways, it all stays.” 

Liz Griffin

That's not the part I regretted. I will never regret ending things with him.

I just regretted being the kind of girl who fell for someone like him in the first place.

Sarahi Flores

“Writing's lonely, I hear. It's nice to listen to other people's words."

Love wasn't a whisper in the quiet night. It was a yelp into the void, screaming that you were here.

Madison

Amelia

Publishing was all very romantic until you found yourself in publishing. Then it was just another kind of corporate hell.

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