The Roommate Syndrome

Christina and Chance have kept their marriage alive for over a decade. Through four kids, a dog, and seven—make that eight—dead goldfish and counting. But they’ve become more like roommates than soul mates with the passing of time, and Christina misses the flirting, the passion, and feeling desired by the man she fell in love with.
Is it possible to get the spark back? Or once the heat dies out, is it gone for good?
Will she succeed in freezing out her husband, or will Chance win her over, get past the defenses she’s put in place, and remind her that they belong together forever?

Christina
My husband used to feel like my soul mate, but lately we’ve felt more like roommates.
And when I catch him servicing himself rather than making love to me, it solidifies it for me.
Our spark is gone, our romance is over. We’re co-parents living under the same roof, nothing more. Capable of raising four kids and one wild doodle, but incapable of keeping our marriage—or a single goldfish—alive.
But when he tries to push past all those walls I build up in between us to keep my heart safe—all the ways I try to make sure he knows what he’s missing—I start to remember what it feels like to be loved by him.
I might not win this battle.

Chance
My wife is punishing me for something. Keeping me at arm’s length, locking me out and freezing me out, but I’ll wear her down.
I know what we have is forever, but she needs to be reminded that we work just as well together now as we ever have, even if life looks a little different now than it did back then. Our love story isn’t over yet.
I launch a plan to win her over, recreating some of our favorite dates from when we were young, but nothing goes according to plan.
Over my dead body am I losing the woman of my dreams, the mother of my children, my wife.
Let the battle of wills commence.