The Hero You've All Been Waiting For Has Arrived

This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

The Hero is officially out in the world, and I honestly don’t know whether to scream, celebrate, or hide under a blanket. Probably all three.

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This book has lived in my head and my heart for a long time. It’s messy, emotional, and very real. It’s about hitting rock bottom and what comes after. Not the polished, perfect version, but the complicated, unexpected, sometimes chaotic version.

James is not your typical hero. When we meet him, he’s standing on the roof of his New York apartment, convinced there’s nothing left for him. He’s not looking for redemption or a fresh start. He just wants everything to stop.

But life has other ideas.

And then there’s Sadie.

Sadie has built her world around staying quiet and unnoticed. She keeps going, keeps coping, keeps everything tucked neatly beneath the surface. Until she can’t anymore.

When their lives collide, nothing about it is simple. There’s no grand rescue, no instant transformation. Just two people, both carrying more than they should, trying to figure out what it means to keep going when giving up feels easier.

This story is about second chances that don’t feel like second chances. It’s about connection, survival, and the small moments that end up changing everything.

Sneak Peek

The metal handrail is pitted and rough under my palm when I grab hold of it and pull myself up to the door with the worn sign that says “NO ACCESS.” It gives way with a sharp shoulder shove, and a warm wind plasters my T-shirt into my chest as I step out onto the roof and immediately stumble as something catches the edge of my sneaker. When I squint down, the asphalt is raised a little. A hiccupping laugh spills out of my mouth.

My cheeks sting as the sea air whips across from the bay, buffeting over the building and slapping into my face as I emerge from behind the raised stair bulkhead that stands like a box in the center of the roof.

The city lights are hazy, and I scowl. That’s not right—you don’t get a haze when the wind is blowing; I learned that at school. But they shimmer nonetheless, like the gauze of a woman’s dress, dusted with tiny sequins. And fuck, aren’t I being poetic tonight?

I lurch to the rail on the edge of the roof and spread my arms out into the gusting air. I could fly like a bird. Fly away forever. The metal is damp when I curl my fingers over it, and I wobble a bit as I place a sneaker on the lower rung: one leg over, then the other. Now I’m sitting on top of it, and I stretch my arms out again. It’s so hot and sweaty that the breeze lifting my T-shirt feels like bliss. I’m on top of the world.

“Woo-hoo!”

My hands snap back in to grasp the railing as I put both feet onto the ledge. Now I’m on the wrong side of the railing, or the right side, depending on which way you think about it. I huff at myself as I stare down at the traffic and the lights. Brighton Beach. Acid bubbles away in my stomach and up the back of my throat.

So far away.

Everything’s so small!

There are hundreds of people in the cars down there, going about their lives, worrying about what’s for dinner, the coworker they hate, and whether their husband or wife is cheating on them. Is someone going to see me land? Watch me thud onto the sidewalk and crumple, my torso caving in on itself?

I shudder as I stare up at the night sky. No stars. Must be all the clouds. Perhaps a late-summer thunderstorm is coming, but it’s too dark to see.

How many stories does this building have, anyway? Does it hurt when you hit the ground? Do you pass out on the way, or are you fully conscious when you land? I should have done more research. But who the fuck cares, right? I’ve drunk so much now I’m numb. My fingers catch against the rust of the railing. I ought to have worn gloves for this. I tip my head back and laugh, swaying. The ledge shifts beneath my feet and the drop yaws open below me. Fuck, I can’t go yet, I’m not ready. I grab on, feet scuffling against

the stone.

Jesus, it’s fucking slippery up here.

Releasing this book feels big. Slightly terrifying, very exciting, and completely surreal.

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If you love emotional stories, complicated characters, and journeys that don’t follow a straight line, I hope this one finds its way to you.

The Hero is out now. I cannot wait to hear what you think.

Eve x

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