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When Evelyn Hart, a reclusive novelist haunted by her sister’s unsolved disappearance a decade earlier, returns to her fog-drenched coastal hometown of Blackthorn Cove, she seeks solace—not answers. But the past refuses to stay buried. As Evelyn reconnects with her estranged childhood sweetheart, **Liam Kane** (now a brooding detective with secrets of his own), she uncovers cryptic journal entries hidden in her family’s abandoned lighthouse. The pages hint at a clandestine society of women who once ruled the town… and a curse tied to every Hart woman since the 1800s.

Whispers in the Mist (Evelyn Hart)

Evelyn stood on the pebble beach, arms crossed against the cold, as Liam Kane crouched beside the body. His detective's coat was too crisp, his jaw too sharp—the boy she'd loved was gone.

The dead woman wore a quilt: a geometric pattern of waves and wolves. Evelyn's breath hitched. It matched the journal sketch.

Liam's gloved hand brushed the victim's hair, braided with red thread. His gaze flicked to Evelyn. "Hart family thread. Recognize it?"

She did. The Harts had owned the town's textile mill for generations. Every spool was dyed with madder root, leaving that distinct crimson hue.

"Why are you really here, Evie?" Liam's voice softened.

Before she could answer, a man's voice cut through the wind: "Because the dead don't stay buried, Detective."

Ronan Voss stood behind them, hands in his pockets, his smile a razor. "Quilts are the town's first language, Ms. Hart. Let me translate."

As Ronan knelt to examine the quilt, Evelyn noticed his cufflink—the needle and moon. Just like the journal sketch.

The First Body