Junia Ford has held the town of Marisette Beach together for as long as she can remember. She keeps the century-old carousel her grandfather carved, opens its shutters to the morning light, and hands out her steady smile like the brass rings the children reach for. She has propped up everyone who ever leaned on her and never once let a single soul carry her - and now the weathered old pier that is the heart of the whole town, her family's ninety-one years of summers, is slated for the wrecking ball. She will fix every rotted piling with her own two hands before she lets it fall.
Ezra Vance is the man hired to make sure it does. A disgraced structural engineer with one catastrophe behind his name, he steps off the ferry with a developer's check in his satchel and a single job: certify the Marisette pier unsafe and clear the way for a resort. But the man who came to condemn Junia's world keeps doing the unforgivable - he listens. He shows her his reasoning. He kneels in her grandfather's morning light and is gentle with the thing she loves most, in a way no one has ever thought to be gentle with her. And every honest tide they spend beneath the pier draws them closer to the one line neither of them can afford to cross.
Because his signature could end everything she has spent her life protecting - and the developer holds a card that could poison even this. Falling for the enemy is a luxury a woman holding up a whole town cannot afford. But some loads are too heavy to carry alone, and some truths cost more to bury than to finally set down. When the storm comes and the reckoning follows, Junia and Ezra will each have to decide what they're willing to risk - a name, a pier, a heart - to stop carrying the weight alone.
Some hearts you can't help but hand the key to, even when it's the last thing you can afford to lose.
A tender, salt-and-firefly coastal forbidden-love romance novella of approximately 20,000 words, with sensual open-door intimacy and a guaranteed happily-ever-after. No cliffhangers. No cheating.