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Three years I tried to forget Ben Bellini. Got married. Thought I was over him.
Then he moves in one floor above me.
And suddenly… everything I promised myself is a lie.
Set in a San Francisco late summer of sleepless hours, neon lights, late-night elevators, and too many chances they shouldn’t take, Where Our Stars Align is an intimate story of forbidden connection, soul-bonded desire, and the kind of love that asks:
Would you ruin your life for that one person who feels like home?
MEET CHRISTINA
CHRISTINA MACH
lives in Prague with her husband and writes about soulmate love — the kind that’s magnetic, messy, and capable of breaking you open just enough to find yourself on the other side.
Born in the ’90s, she daydreams about the past like it still belongs to her. As a former musician, she once swore she’d never write in silence, and now calls herself a professional playlist-mixer.
Where Our Stars Align is her first novel in this genre, and the beginning of many beautiful disasters.
She believes the best stories live in the third kind of truth — the one you only admit at 3 a.m., three glasses deep, to your closest friend.
That’s where her characters are born.
Off the page, her life is surprisingly grounded. She’s happily married, re-reads her favorite Jung, reinvents her favorite recipes the healthy way, travels whenever she can, and paints when words stop reaching far enough.
She knows Ben and Emma aren’t real and that they’re far from perfect — but in more ways than she’ll ever fully say, they brought her back to life.
MEET CHRISTINA
CHRISTINA MACH lives in Prague with her husband and writes about soulmate love — the kind that’s magnetic, messy, and capable of breaking you open just enough to find yourself on the other side.
Born in the ’90s, she daydreams about the past like it still belongs to her. As a former musician, she once swore she’d never write in silence, and now calls herself a professional playlist-mixer.
Where Our Stars Align is her first novel in this genre, and the beginning of many beautiful disasters.
She believes the best stories live in the third kind of truth — the one you only admit at 3 a.m., three glasses deep, to your closest friend.
That’s where her characters are born.
Off the page, her life is surprisingly grounded. She’s happily married, re-reads her favorite Jung, reinvents her favorite recipes the healthy way, travels whenever she can, and paints when words stop reaching far enough.
She knows Ben and Emma aren’t real and that they’re far from perfect — but in more ways than she’ll ever fully say, they brought her back to life.
If you've ever felt too much,
You're home.
Some loves don’t fade. They wait.
And when they return, they demand everything.
Emma Foster chose the right life. A stable marriage. A writing career. And the silence that comes from pretending she’s fine. But late at night, when the house is still and the voice in her chest won’t quiet, she remembers the one she left behind.
But when Ben Bellini—her almost, her once, the man she never really got over—moves into the apartment just one floor above, everything she thought she buried starts burning again.
The connection is instant. The temptation, dangerous.
And the pull between them? It was never gone.
Set in a San Francisco late summer, Where Our Stars Align is a soul-bruising, steamy romance about timing, obsession, and the kind of love that doesn’t knock—it just walks in and ruins everything.
For wild hearts who crave messy, all-consuming and angsty love.
What readers are saying about
Where Stars Align
“I actually think he’s dangerous?? Not because he would hurt you, but because he makes you believe that love like that might be real. And now I’m ruined. Thanks.”
“The Big Three: Height, Hands, Hot Emotional Damage.”
“Are they emotionally stable? Unsure. Do I want that exact kind of love anyway? Absolutely. If it’s not Ben-and-Emma-level unhinged, don’t bother.”
Postscript
For when the story ends
but the feelings don't
I made a playlist for the ones who cry when the air
turns a little too crisp and nostalgic, romanticize elevators, and remember their most important moments in songs and perfumes.
And if that wasn’t enough… I write letters. Honest ones. The kind you usually don’t let others read.
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