It's her third wedding of the year, and 33-year-old Louise is tired of living vicariously through other people. She just wants to meet a man she connects with; someone who puts her first. But all her relationships seem doomed to fail from the beginning.
Father-of-two Dan is no exception. Sure, he's funny, sexy, charming... but he's married. Louise doesn't want to be a homewrecker; she wants someone who can commit to her and their relationship. But she has always fallen hard and fast, and Dan... he feels like the one.
As Dan continues to shower her with affection, Louise becomes convinced that he is her only shot at true happiness. But her friends are not so sure - especially handsome best friend Flint, who has always been Louise's shoulder to cry on - and with their support, Louise slowly begins to realise that love doesn't need to be new and exciting to be real.
'Whitton has perfectly captured the rollercoaster of emotions of being in love with someone you know is bad for you, but being powerless to stop it. A real page turner!'- Olivia Beirne, bestselling author of The List That Changed My Life
'Fresh, funny and bingeable - I was gripped by the Louise and Dan drama!' - Sarah Turner, Sunday Times best-selling author of The Unmumsy Mum and Stepping Up
'A nostalgic romp through the 90s and 00s, following Louise on her sometimes car-crash journey to a Happy Ever After. I laughed and cried... A must-read for anyone who lived through those decades, loved that music and still have a bucket hat and Adidas Shell-Toes in the back of their wardrobe.'- Sarah Cawood, television presenter, voice over artist and narrator
'Funny, thought provoking, heart warming and heartbreaking in equal measure. Perfectly captures the complexities of modern-day love and the irony of how, sometimes, you can be unwittingly chasing the wrong person while your true love is standing right in front of you.'- Jennifer Kay Davies, Fiction Editor and Proofreader
'A coming-of-age tale and a candid exploration of love, lust and finding the right partner in the end.'- Gaye Poole, author of Edges of Me