My Favorite Lost Cause

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My stepbrother's estate is fading fast. My resistance to <em>him</em> is fading faster.</strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>When my marriage hits rock bottom I escape to South Carolina to help my charming disaster of a stepbrother Charlie-aka the douchiest man in Manhattan-fix up the decaying Southern mansion he's just inherited.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But the house has other ideas. Doors slam voices whisper and something-or someone-wants us to be more than reluctant roommates. An old journal confirms it: Charlie and I seem to be mirroring every step of a love story that took place a century ago.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>A doomed one.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>With every soft moment and stolen glance it gets harder to imagine ending up with anyone else. But all I've ever wanted is a family and that won't be happening with a man who once said he'd rather be </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>murdered</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> than father a child.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Our story was written long before we came to this house. But do we still have time to rewrite the way it ends?</span></p>