Everybody who knows Leigh Dallas-Hone ( a tightly knitted circle consisting of her parents the old women in her mother’s quilting bee and a few of her most loyal book blog subscribers) worries that she’s going to grow up to be an old lady with cats. Everyone, but Leigh that is. Not that she doesn’t think that it’s likely, only that she doesn’t mind that idea because for her, becoming the crazy cat lady is a ‘novel’ concept that will satisfy her bookworm fantasies to a tee.

But, in the interest of convincing her parents that she truly is looking to do more than her life than read, write about what she just read and then read something else, Leigh decides to undertake a blog tour with a difference; traveling the U.S and Canada for a month, following the paths of her favorite literary heroines footsteps and hoping that finally, she’ll meet a guy who can live up to her fictional standards. She has many stops along her way, visiting some of the most favorite story locations in the world, but what she’s really waiting for is the stop-off in Niagara Falls; seven whole days alone in the setting of her favorite novel, The Hardest Fall. Leigh has the best room booked, the best dress to wear on her arrival and a heart full of hope that a guy, just like ‘The’ Ryan Weaver, her ultimate male hero, will notice her, and sweep her off her feet.

But Leigh’s not off the bus for more than five minutes before the sight of a handsome, blue-eyed rock-star styled busker, not just ‘like’ Ryan but identical to ‘her’ Ryan, photo-bombs her selfie, causes her to smash her iPad and unwittingly causes a chain of events to start that not only threaten to ruin her vacation, but her favorite love story for her forever.

Leigh’s fairly sure that Ryan Weaver, the street musician is merely trying to milk his likeness to a fictional god for all it’s worth, and is determined not to fall for his act, because Scarlet O’Hara would never be so gullible, and Anne Of Green Gables would never get close enough to a strange man to allow him to take advantage.

But this is Leigh’s story, not theirs- at last. And she’s always been prone to pretending that she doesn’t see the plot twist coming, just because losing oneself in a story and ending up with a broken heart is a lot better than losing oneself to a mundane life in which a heart is never given freely enough to be broken.