January Callender's Tuesday started badly and ended worse — stabbed in a car park by a deranged superfan, bleeding out on concrete, last rites delivered via a text from the man she was supposed to marry next month.
Let's break up
Seven years together. Breaking up via text message, seriously?
The dying part, Jan could almost handle. What she couldn't handle? Waking up dead and discovering she was spiritually leashed to Fletcher — five metres of invisible rope, no escape, front-row seats to him cooking her favourite pasta for another woman while wearing the matching pyjama set they'd bought.
She can't touch anything. Can't call her mum. Can't even land a slap on his stupidly handsome face.
What she can do is watch him fall apart when he finds out she's dead. Watch the cracks appear in his shiny new romance. Watch him reach for his phone at 3am, calling a number that will never pick up again.
Then she gets a second chance. She wakes up two years earlier, very much alive.
Step one: dump the ex no matter how much he apologizes. Step two: stay away from men.
But after she dumps her ex, suitors begin to swarm. Some she can dismiss with a cold glance. What she never expects is that the most dangerous one… is her boss.
Cillian Montmorency has never hidden his possessiveness, nor has he accepted the word "no" as an ending.
Falling in love was never part of January Callender's do-over plan.
But clearly, it has always been part of his.
She runs. He follows. She refuses. He closes in.
Until one day, he leans down beside her ear and says—
"January Callender, from the moment you came back, you've already stopped being able to escape me."
