Ghoul Me, Maybe

I came back to Lowtide Bluffs for one reason—pack up my father’s junk and leave before the fog eats me alive.

What I didn’t plan on?

The ghost.

Elias Thorn — storm-eyed, shipwrecked sea captain, and entirely too smug for someone who’s been dead a century—has decided I’m his new favorite hobby. He appears in my kitchen, on the cliffs, and, worst of all, in my dreams.

He says he’s bound to the wreck just offshore. That there’s a cursed relic tying his soul to the waves. That I’m the one who can break it.

I say he’s infuriating. Distracting. Dangerous in ways that have nothing to do with death.

But the more time we spend chasing this relic, the more I see it—how the tide pulls toward him, how the air hums when he’s close, how I’d drown before I’d let him fade again.

I came here to say goodbye.

Now I’m tethered to a ghost with a sailor’s mouth, a hero complex, and a body I can actually touch.

Read on for haunted wreck obsession, enemies-to-hot-allies, magical tethers, and a heroine who’s absolutely not falling for the man who died at sea. HEA Guaranteed!