The formula forecaster

Sasha Kincaid believes love is a formula.

At CupidMetrics, the dating app that promises science over serendipity, she predicts relationship failure with 94% accuracy. The switch from we to I. The
gradual disappearance of inside jokes. The subtle withdrawal that precedes every leaving. She learned to spot the signs at twelve years old, standing in her parents' bedroom while her mother pointed to a spreadsheet and whispered, If I'd tracked better, I could have predicted it.
Seventeen years later, the spreadsheet is Sasha's inheritance — expanded, refined, and applied at scale. Every relationship she touches gets measured. Every connection gets a score. Every potential heartbreak gets flagged before it begins.
Then Elliot Chenowitz breaks her algorithm.
A 34% compatibility score. Irregular message patterns. Profile photos taken mid-yawn. Everything about him should fail. Instead, he has an 87% response rate — nearly double the platform average — and Sasha can't explain why.
When corporate arrives asking about the 6% of relationships her model can't predict — the ones that never collapse, never deteriorate, never show the warning signs she's spent her life cataloging — Sasha is forced to confront the blind spot at the center of her formula: she built a system that detects every kind of failure except the one thing she's never allowed herself to measure.

What happens when love doesn't follow the data.
The Formula Forecaster is a contemporary paranormal romance about a woman who can detect the exact moment a connection is about to end — and the one person who makes her wonder if some things were never meant to be predicted.