The sea is raging, the hotel is decaying, and Mara Vale has nowhere left to run.Vale House waits on the cliff like a confession-one that knows her name. When Mara arrives to claim the coastal hotel her estranged aunt left behind, she expects paperwork, repairs, and a quick sale. Instead she finds a building full of locked rooms, missing records, and Celeste Ward-the severe, watchful manager who acts less like an employee and more like a gatekeeper.Celeste insists the hotel can be saved. Mara suspects it's been hiding something for years.As storms cut them off from town, Mara and Celeste are forced into the same narrow halls and late-night inventories, circling each other in tension that keeps turning to heat. Mara is used to fixing broken things with her hands. Celeste has spent a lifetime holding a crumbling legacy together with silence and control. Every touch feels like a risk. Every glance feels like a dare.But Vale House has its own appetite. Guests whisper about Evelyn Vale's final months. Ledgers don't match. A sealed wing appears on no blueprint Mara can find. The more Mara digs, the more the hotel pushes back-through sabotage, half-truths, and the unsettling sense that someone is still protecting Evelyn's secrets.Desire is easy. Trust is not. And the closer Mara comes to the truth, the more she must decide what she's willing to sacrifice: her exit, her reputation, or the woman who has become the only shelter she wants.Stormy, gothic coastal atmosphere with a modern, steamy edge. Forced proximity, slow-burn tension, and earned emotional payoff. Family inheritance secrets, hidden rooms, and escalating danger. Complicated heroines with sharp edges, soft centers, and real stakes. A twist that reframes everything Mara thought she inherited.