It’s kind of embarrassing, but I actually changed my mind about the book I wanted to write this year.

It’s started as an enemies-to-lovers and evolved into something different. Into a casual-lovers-to-soulmates perhaps, but what I do know for sure it’s no longer called “Amor Mío” but “Sitting Across From Love”.

A silly title, no doubt. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a better one because my male lead is … well, sitting most of the time due to a serious accident that has affected his mobility.

He’s curly, nerdy, and so hot I could die.

But never mind me. The girl who falls for him is a hopeless romantic with slight commitment issues. She’s into rock ‘n’ roll, ice-cream, and animal rescue. She’s also known for showing up wearing a pillbox hat and a tutu for work, but she’s never had to do a single hard thing in life. She’s kind of a coward really but, like most cowards, would never admit to it.

Oh, and she avoids challenges as a rule, so an insanely successful man with a disability was the last type of guy she wanted to date.

Extract available as soon as I’ve added those two little words that writers love so much: the end.