She just needs her car to start. That's all.

It's 1999. Cell phones are rare. Getting stranded isn't an emergency—it's just a risk you take to function.

She just needs her car to start. That's all.

But in Try Again Emily, nothing is ever that simple.

Every morning, Emily Harper walks out to the same car. Same key. Same prayer. A white 1992 Hyundai Excel that cranks, sputters, and refuses to start—over and over. But it's not just the car that's unreliable. It's the men who offer to help.

Some are kind. Some are careless.

And some know exactly what they're doing.

As breakdowns become routine and "accidents" pile up, Emily begins to rely more and more on the men in her life to get under the hood and make things right. Her persistence and determination seem to pay off . . . . . .

Told with repetition, dread, and rising discomfort, Try Again Emily makes the reader feel the exhaustion right alongside her. This is psychological suspense built not just to disturb—but to wear you down.

A story of grit, gasoline, and the quiet evil hiding in plain sight.