The Girl Who Rewrote Edward Cullen

"He was cursed to hear the thoughts of every soul on earth. Until I became the silence he couldn't live without."

I write romance novels for a living. I know the rules. I know the tropes. And above all, I know that tragic, brooding heroes belong strictly between the pages of a book. So when I fall asleep on my Seattle couch and wake up shivering in the primeval rainforest of Forks, Washington, in the winter of 2005, my professional survival instinct screams one thing: stick to the plot, keep your head down, and don't touch the timeline. Then I meet Edward Cullen. He’s a century-old apex predator trapped in the body of an immortal seventeen-year-old, burdened by bloodlust and convinced of his own damnation. He can read every whisper, every secret, and every fleeting lie in the room, except mine. To him, my mind is an impenetrable fortress. A silent, maddening blind spot that terrifies him just as much as it obsesses him. I know how his story is supposed to go. I know the meadow. I know the fated girl from Phoenix he was meant to love. I wasn't supposed to catch him when he fell. I wasn't supposed to laugh in the face of his dark warnings. And I definitely wasn't supposed to let him press his cold lips against mine in the pouring Washington rain. Now, every choice I make fractures the future. Rogue trackers are hunting us months ahead of schedule, precognitive visions are bleeding into chaos, and the universe is demanding blood to balance the ledger. Edward was ready to sacrifice his soul for destiny. Too bad for destiny, I'm the one holding the pen.