THE SCENT OF SALT AND SILVER

THE SCENT OF SALT AND SILVER

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Fiction
Romance
Dark Romance
Slow Burn
She came to Greyhaven to disappear. He was the first thing that found her. The cliffs of Greyhaven Cove are dangerous after dark but not for the reasons people think. When Isla arrives in the quiet coastal town, she expects silence, distance... freedom. What she finds instead is Rowan, controlled, watchful, and far too intense for a stranger. He warns her to stay away. She doesn't. Because something about him feels... inevitable. Rowan is not just a man. And Isla is not supposed to be part of his world. But the closer she gets, the harder it becomes to leave, until walking away is no longer simple... or painless. In a place where loyalty runs deep and instincts run deeper, Isla is forced to choose: Run from the life she knows... or stay and risk becoming something she never planned to be. Because some bonds aren't meant to be broken. And some choices don't let you go.
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