Novelist Zoe Weiss is stuck. Her first novel was successful enough to land her a deal for another, which is now a year overdue, with no ideas on the horizon, let alone drafts to pass along to her increasingly irate agent. If she doesn’t come up with something, she’ll have to pay back the $250,000 advance, and working at a Los Angeles florist, that doesn’t seem possible. When she drops an arrangement at a flower delivery and her ex-fling, Zach, happens to be there to help, everything seems suddenly better. Maybe he can help her pick up the pieces of her life, too? Zach’s a famous actor now, and his glamorous life could be the makings of a novel. Soon the two are appearing in the tabloids as an item and the writer’s block is as missing as Zoe’s bikini top in that one swimming pool photo. Only one issue: Zoe signed an NDA, so writing about this is forbidden, but that’s the least of her worries when creepy happenings start—a real heart is left on the window of her car—and she thinks someone is following her. Oops, Zach has a stalker, one who’s not too happy about his new girlfriend. Zoe’s problems and her florist-by-day, glam-girl-by-night bizarro life are realistic and absorbing, and the plot equally so. Twists and a totally unexpected epilogue are the cherry on top.
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