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Writing the stories we survive but rarely speak about
Discover the Debut NovelI write about the things we survive but rarely speak about.
My debut novel confronts the silence surrounding intimate partner violence — not with spectacle, but with unflinching truth. It lives in the space between what we endure and what we eventually find the words for.
My background is in brand strategy and visual storytelling, and I bring that sensibility into my fiction: an eye for the details that reveal character, and a voice that refuses to look away from uncomfortable truths while never losing sight of hope.
Everything, Eventually is inspired by real events. It grew from a place of lived experience — from the silence, the confusion, and the slow unraveling that follows. I wrote it because the stories we don't tell are often the ones that matter most. This is not autobiography, but it breathes with the weight of truth.
When I'm not writing, I'm walking my three dogs along the Danish coast, riding my horse, or plotting the next chapter — both literally and figuratively.
Leah Summers makes her living telling other people's stories.
As a journalist, she's learned to observe, to listen, to disappear into the background while her subjects reveal themselves. So when she's assigned to profile Jamie Ashwood — a quiet, intensely private distiller who's built something beautiful from nothing — she approaches it the way she always does: with distance, precision, and control.
But the more time she spends watching Jamie's life — his integrity, his boundaries, his freedom — the more clearly she begins to see her own.
And what she sees terrifies her.
Her boyfriend loves her. She knows that. Hector is attentive, thoughtful, always there when she needs him. So why does his love feel like a trap? Why can't she breathe in her own apartment? And why does it feel like she's slowly disappearing inside her own life?
Everything, Eventually is a psychological novel about coercive control — the kind of manipulation that doesn't leave bruises, but erases you from the inside out. It's about recognizing danger when it's disguised as devotion. About the courage it takes to leave when everything in you screams to stay.
And about what happens when the hardest story to write is your own.
Perfect for readers of
Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty
The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides
“You don’t leave all at once. You leave in fragments — a thought you don’t share, a door you lock from the inside, a name you start remembering is yours.”
— Excerpt from Everything, EventuallyThe unraveling. A woman trapped in a relationship she doesn't yet have the language to name.
The new beginning. How to reclaim and live instead of only surviving.
The reclamation. The hardest part isn't leaving. It's remembering who you were before.
“Did I embarrass you?” I whispered, barely audible.
That was when he slammed the brakes.
The car jerked harshly to the right, tires skidding against the pavement as he pulled into a narrow side street without warning. My breath caught in my throat as the seatbelt dug sharply against my shoulder.
“Jesus—Hector—” I gasped, gripping the door.
He parked. Hard.
Hands gripping the steering wheel.
Chest rising and falling like he was holding something back.
The silence stretched, tense and suffocating.
“Hector?” I tried again, careful, quiet. “Please just talk to me.”
His voice exploded into the space.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Leah?”
I flinched so hard my shoulder hit the door.
He still didn’t look at me.
“You didn’t even try tonight,” he said, voice shaking with anger. “Not fucking once.”
My breath fractured. “I—I don’t understand. I was polite, I—”
“You were defensive!” he snapped, hands slamming flat against the steering wheel so violently I jumped again. “You shut down. You crossed your arms. You gave them these… clipped answers.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“You didn’t mean?” He laughed, sharp and humorless. “They were being friendly, Leah. Fallon was being welcoming. He invited us and you acted like a cornered animal.”
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