Mica is a pro at three things:
avoiding relationships,
avoiding her family's black magic,
and changing countries whenever life gets too complicated.
The one thing she can't outrun is herself.
At thirty-five, Mica has carefully built a life with no emotional risk attached. Her friendships are solid, her passport is well-used, and her perfume collection is impeccable. Funny, charming, and always ready with a laugh, she's perfected the art of making her independent life look effortless. Love, however, is a disaster best avoided.
Then one drunken night in London leaves her with a hangover, an unexpected new girlfriend named Dot, and the realization that things may have gone too far.
Mica does the only sensible thing: she flees to the French Riviera. Pronto
But distance doesn't solve anything. Especially not when Dot follows her to Nice, and Mica knows her deeply religious Salvadoran family back in Australia would never understand. Between whispered prayers, superstitions, family chaos, and relatives convinced nearly every problem can be solved with God or black magic, Mica is suddenly forced to confront the one thing she's spent her life avoiding: herself.
From the pubs of London to the glittering C te d'Azur and the chaotic backyard family parties of Sydney, this sharp, funny, and heartfelt novel follows one woman's messy journey through identity, family expectations, emotional self-sabotage, and the terrifying possibility of letting herself be truly known.
Because the problem was never men, women, or geography.
It was Mica.
She does emotional avoidance to perfection. But if she can't get out of her own way, she may miss her chance at the life - and the man - she truly wants.
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Note to Readers: This story was originally released as Toffee Apple.