In the meantime, thought I'd tempt you with another little snippet (its available for pre-order in case you want to buy it now - so that you don't forget when it goes live!)
In spite of the grime that threatened to choke Elizabeth, the apartment had possibilities, like her. It needed someone who would love it.
She sputtered. As if anyone would ever love her. Her own mother didn’t love her. Elizabeth was definitely a fixer-upper, if anyone was willing to spend the time. She might be beyond hope, but she could transform this apartment.