Publisher's Synopsis
There's no right way to deal with grief. The death of my husband happened on our three year anniversary. A year later, I'm still struggling to deal with the tragedy that is my life.I drink. A lot. It's my coping mechanism. I do it to pass time and to forget, but the problem is, it doesn't work. All drinking ever did was make me lose my job, push my friends away, and become a recluse.Things begin to change when Evan Tyler comes to town and moves in a few houses down. He doesn't know anything about who I used to be or my previous public meltdowns. Maybe that's why it's easier to be around him than people I've known my whole life. He barges into my life and forces me out of the house and teaches me to look at life a little differently.The only problem is that I vowed not to ask him any questions about his life, in the hope that he wouldn't ask about mine. I didn't want to dive into the dirty details, but there's something about him I probably should've known before I started falling for him. Something that risks sending me into a tailspin. But like the Phoenix I'm named after, I hope to rise from the ashes.
