The last human left Earth two centuries ago. So who the hell was sending a distress signal from Detroit? My mother left me the house, the debt, and a birth certificate for a sister I didn't know I had. The bookshop on Main, with its leather chairs and painted lamps, was charming. I couldn't say as much for the owner. My grandmother lived an incredible life. She traveled the world, was married three times, and spoke seven languages. And lied pretty much every time she opened her mouth.

Feels like a warm hug. Makes me cry in the best way. Takes me somewhere else completely. Keeps me on the edge of my seat. Gives me butterflies.

You'd follow these characters anywhere. You keep saying "just one more chapter." The world feels so real you never want to leave. It's unlike anything you've read before.

Enemies to lovers The villain you can't help rooting for An unreliable narrator with a shocking twist A family secret buried in the past