Description
The house isn’t haunted. It’s opinionated.
Bev has always solved life’s complications the same way: by leaving. Her latest escape lands her in a quiet seaside town, renting a rundown beach house on stilts, and with temporary custody of her little brother Bobby.
The house would rather she leave.
Unfortunately for the house and Bev, Bobby adores the house. Thus, Bev and the stubborn old house reluctantly learn to live with one another. Meanwhile, a guarded man from the town’s past begins slipping through the cracks in the walls they’ve all built around themselves.
Sometimes healing begins with being seen. Sometimes it begins with staying when every instinct tells you to run.
Jeff has returned to the village of his youth, weighed down by the two biggest failures of his life. All he wants is solitude.
But the sea has a way of softening what’s hard. And some houses? They notice things.
Where The House in the Cerulean Sea meets The Keeper of Lost Things—Seven Hundred Beachfront is a quietly magical and emotionally rich novel about unexpected connection, healing in unlikely places, and the secrets held in weathered walls.










