Along the majestic shoreline of the central coast of California lies a secret. Leah Van Heusen has discovered an ancient house amongst some overgrown foliage. The house is amazing and eerie. Most women wouldn’t have taken a step inside, but Leah is intrigued and feels drawn to the old mansion.
After seeking out the owner and purchasing the entire estate for a single dollar, Leah wonders if she has taken on more than she bargained for. As she begins the restoration, she learns who her real friends and real family really are. What’s a few ghosts between friends?
Between repairs, upgrades, and the old house’s secrets, Leah has her hands full. When she finds a hidden staircase, Leah realizes that coming to grips with her sexuality and dating are now the least of her worries. Then, just as her beloved dream of running an inn is about to become a reality, she suddenly finds it is in jeopardy.
Will Leah discover who is willing to kill for the inn and the immense fortune she has found in time to save her dream?
Genre: FICTION / LesbianExcellently selling book
Leah probably would never have seen the staircase if it wasn’t for D.O.G. and Speck playing around on the beach among the rocks that had fallen from the cliffs over the years. She had hiked this stretch of beach dozens of times in the past but had never noticed the nearly hidden staircase leading up the cliffs. Looking at what they were avidly sniffing at, she wondered if they had found some more sea grass or crabs or something dead, like a fish. She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the thought as they snuffled around at the cliff base, and she looked up in astonishment. As she examined it, she realized how expertly it fit into the various nooks and crannies of the cliff, effectively camouflaging it against the stone. She wondered where it led. It had to be pretty old by the weathering she saw on the wood that remained, but then anything left exposed to the elements on a beach weathered quickly. She realized the last ten feet or so had been washed away, probably from high tide, surf, or the many storms that hit this section of the coast. In fact, none of the staircase should be here, she thought, as she examined it. Yet, she realized the builder had taken advantage of the natural overhang of the cliff to protect and hide it, using the stone whenever possible. Unless you knew it was there, it wouldn’t be found. She found it clever and intriguing.
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French
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