Rafa and the Real Boy

For fans of Twilight and If I Stay, "Rafa and the Real Boy" will change the way you think about love, life, death, and whatever comes after.After losing her little brother to cancer and losing her stable home-life to divorce, Rafa Torres is dragged to a new school in the middle-of-nowhere, Minnesota with her mother. She has no friends, crippling social anxiety, and a new home that might also be home to the town's darkest secret–a tragic death of a student just a year ago. Then, when things can’t get worse, a TBI lands Rafa in the hospital, accompanied by memory gaps and hallucinations which make it difficult for her to differentiate between reality and delusion. Things turn around when she meets Ash. He's attractive, kind, and a little mysterious, and Rafa feels like she finally has a friend. Maybe even more than a friend. In Ash, she can confide her deepest secrets and darkest fears, including the one thing she’s never talked about with anyone. The only problem? No one else seems to know he exists.In this page-turning tale, Rafa must find out who Ash is and why no one else can see him. With the help of Ingrid, who lost her voice a year ago and cannot speak, she must race against time to get to the bottom of things all while falling in love for the first time and grappling with what's real, what might not be, and whether reality can be defined by what we can see. Praise for Rafa and the Real Boy :★★★★★ "This book has the PERFECT cocktail of romance, suspense, friendship, and family—all the things. I cried twice (maybe three times) while reading this novel." ★★★★★ "From the first page to the last, you are enveloped in Rafa's confusing and emotional world - filled with mystery, romance, and pain - you will stay up way beyond a reasonable bedtime to unravel it." Excerpt:I close my eyes and soak up as much of him as I can, as much as I’m allowed. I angle my chin up toward him, wanting more, my body taking over once again. But I feel him slipping away, as if he’s fading into the background, dissolving like watercolors while I remain acrylic. Then, just as our lips are about to meet, the sparks disappear, and so does he.

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