NobodyTypedThis
Elara Lozada can see the dead. She has never once wanted to.
Four generations of babaylan came before her, women who called it a blessing, a calling, a sacred inheritance. Elara calls it Tuesday: a headache with a heartbeat, a family curse dressed up as a gift, and the reason her mother drowned trying to escape it eight years ago.
So when a soaked, silent ghost shows up at the foot of her bed with a warning that he is going to die, Elara does what she always does. She tells the dead no.
But the "he" in question is Altair Villaraza, the maddeningly handsome architect renovating the crumbling estate next door, and the ghost isn't going away. Neither, Elara slowly realizes, is the truth buried beneath his family's land: a decades-old betrayal, an unfinished ritual, and a debt her own bloodline has been quietly dying to pay ever since.
To save Altair, Elara will have to do the one thing she's spent her whole life refusing to do: actually use her gift on purpose, and stop running from the dead long enough to figure out what they're trying to save her from, too.
A slow-burn paranormal romance about grief, inheritance, and learning that some hauntings are just love that never got to finish saying goodbye.