Clean, later-in-life romance set in a small Maine harbor town. Every book is a complete, standalone love story with a happy ending, free to read in Kindle Unlimited.
Read them in publication order — but each is a complete standalone with its own happy ending, so you can read them in any order:
The Long Table is a free prequel you can read any time. The Harbor Wreath is a standalone Christmas novella (available October 1). New readers should start with The Salt Kettle.
Yes. Every book is a complete, standalone love story with its own happily ever after — no cliffhangers and no cheating. The books share the town and a recurring cast, so reading in order deepens the community, but you can start with any of them.
Yes, the books are clean — closed-door (sweet) romance with no explicit content and no spice, and a guaranteed happy ending in every book.
An estate-sale expert inherits her late aunt's shuttered coastal café with one condition — she can't sell it until she feeds the town once — and a grieving harbormaster becomes the reason one supper turns into a season.
Maren Hollis prices endings for a living. Estates, failed shops, other people's lives — she settles them, signs off, and moves on. Now the ending is her own: her aunt Bett's shuttered café, the Salt Kettle, priced to sell before the afternoon ferry.
Then she reads the will. Bett left one condition. The café can't be sold until Maren feeds the town — once.
Harbormaster Ellis Crane has walked to the Kettle's dark window every morning for four years, since he buried his wife and stopped counting himself among the living. He wasn't expecting a light on. He wasn't expecting her.
One supper becomes a season. Names fill the old Friday ledger again — eight, then nineteen, then more chairs than the room can hold. But the café is drowning in debt, a fair buyer is waiting, and winter is coming to close the harbor. Leaving is the sensible choice. Staying means believing her best chapters aren't behind her — and that a man who only knows how to love in silence might finally say it out loud.
Book 1 of Windrose Harbor — clean, closed-door, later-in-life romance with a complete happily-ever-after. For readers who love cozy coastal towns, second chances, and love that arrives after you've stopped looking.
A ferry captain who has spent thirty years carrying everyone else finds the man whose thirty-year-old unopened letter she has kept, booked as a one-way passenger on her own failing boat.
For thirty years, Jo Pruitt has carried the island across the water. Captain of the Merganser, the only ferry there is — the one who does the carrying, never the one carried. And in her chart drawer sits a letter, thirty years old, unopened, from the man who pressed it into her hand and went to sea. She never answered. She's always called that mercy.
Then his name appears on her manifest. Aldous, D. One way. No return ticket.
Danny Aldous spent three decades grieving an answer he never actually got. Now he's coming home for good — on the one boat there is. Hers.
Suddenly the man she never answered is her daily passenger, standing at the same rail where he handed her the letter. And the Merganser is failing — an engine that won't pass certification, repairs Jo can't fund, and only one man aboard who could fix it. Taking his help would mean being carried, for once in her life. Opening the letter would mean finally hearing the question — and giving thirty years' worth of answer.
Book 2 of Windrose Harbor — clean, closed-door, later-in-life romance, a complete love story. Second chances, forced proximity on the only crossing there is, and a town that shows up when it matters.
A widowed innkeeper hires a solitary master carpenter to restore the widow's walk her husband died repairing, and the old house gives up its long-sealed secrets as they work.
Roz Quimby could once read every guest who walked through the Windrose Inn's door. Two winters after her husband's death, the inn stands closed — and so does the guest book, resting at Arthur's last handwritten line. Turning that page feels like erasing him. So she hires a contractor, sight unseen, to restore the widow's walk Arthur died repairing.
Sam Doughty, master carpenter from three generations of island joiners, back after forty years away, works alone — ever since trusting a partner cost him everything but his tools. He reads Roz's grand old house like a failing structure and tells her what no one else will: it isn't waiting for the right man. It's rotting.
As Sam opens the walls, the house gives up a century of lost things — letters, keys, the questions strangers once answered on their first night under this roof. And the rot runs straight beneath the guest-book stand. Fixing the house means opening the one thing Roz has kept sealed.
Book 3 of Windrose Harbor — clean, closed-door, later-in-life romance, a complete happily-ever-after. Grumpy meets sunshine, later in life, and it's exactly as warm as it sounds.
A shopkeeper hires a departing marine biologist for a fake courtship to get her matchmaking mother to stand down — and the pretend good evenings keep coming out of the same oven as the real ones.
Tess Maguire runs the both — a marine chandlery on one side, a bakery on the other, one counter and one pair of hands. She's kept the shop alive alone since her father died, and she has wanted exactly one other thing in her life and spent every year since being careful not to look straight at it. Now her mother has opened another season of the campaign to get Tess settled.
Then a marine biologist arrives to survey the cove — for a whole season, his departure date pinned to the harbormaster's board where the whole town can watch it count down. A man guaranteed to leave. It's the most attractive thing to come up Perley Row in years, and it hands Tess an idea appalling enough to work: hire him. A fake courtship, publicly convincing, right up until the survey ends and they have a sad, grown-up, no-hard-feelings goodbye at the ferry — and her mother finally stands down.
Theo Anand reads every harbor like habitat and has never once stayed in one. He schedules his exits in advance, so no place can keep him and no goodbye ever comes due at the rail. A defined term, agreed conditions, a clean exit — it's the most familiar arrangement anyone's offered him since he stepped off the boat. He says yes.
But a fake good evening and a real one come out of the same oven. The pet name she invents to fool her mother turns warm in his mouth; the town folds the two of them in; and a mainland job offer arrives with exactly the clean timing as the goodbye they scheduled. The board keeps ticking off the summer one square at a time toward the ending Tess ordered herself — and neither of them is allowed, by the terms of their own deal, to say stay.
Book 4 of Windrose Harbor — clean, closed-door, later-in-life romance, a complete happily-ever-after. A fake courtship gone real, a man with his leaving printed on a board, and a town that keeps whoever finally sits down at its table.
The doctor who made herself the one thing her harbor cannot do without gets a second physician — and a second chance with the colleague she trained with a quarter-century ago.
For eleven years Dr. Camille Osei has kept the last light burning on Perley Row — the lit clinic window three coves take their bearings from, the doctor who is always in, who never sits down, who made herself the one wall a whole harbor leans on. She's just won the fight of her career: the clinic is getting a second physician. It should feel like victory. Instead it terrifies her, because a second doctor means she is no longer the one thing Windrose Harbor cannot do without.
Marcus Webb comes in on the winter mail boat with one more bag than a man who means to leave. She trained with him a quarter-century ago — the two best in every room, each the first to know it of the other — before a fellowship took him three states away, and she built out of his leaving a life so useful no one could ever leave it again. He's a widower now. He has followed her work from a distance for years, and he has come, openly, on a posted job, to be her second doctor and nothing she hasn't asked for — on her own clock, he says, for as long as that takes.
Then a mainland developer sets a number on the working waterfront — the café, the chandlery, the docks the whole town feeds off — and Windrose has six cold weeks to decide whether it stays a harbor or becomes a nice view with parking. Marcus does the quiet things before she can ask. The town, for once, tries to cover her. And one iced night, with two emergencies two coves apart and only one of her, proves the thing she has spent eleven years refusing to know: one wall was never enough.
Book 5 of Windrose Harbor and the close of the season — clean, closed-door, later-in-life romance, a complete happily-ever-after. A second chance a quarter-century in the making, a town that saves itself by refusing to be sold, and the caretaker everyone leans on, finally brought home to a chair at the table.
A free Windrose Harbor prequel: five years before the Salt Kettle café goes dark, two people who each arrived with a departure already booked find each other across the café's Friday Supper — a complete short love story.
Set five years before the series begins, when the café is still lit and the Friday Supper still fills the long table, The Long Table is a complete short romance, free to download.
A free Windrose Harbor prequel — clean, closed-door, later-in-life romance, a complete love story.
A standalone Christmas novella: the harbor's wreath-maker, whose hands are failing at the season that needs them most, keeps her last great wreath a secret — until the town's steady lobsterman quietly starts turning up at her bench.
For thirty years, Ruth Ames has made the wreaths that dress Windrose Harbor for Christmas. Every shop door. Every lamppost. And the great wreath that rides the bow of the lead boat on Christmas Eve, when the whole fleet lights up and comes down the channel like something out of a story. This year her hands won't hold the wire — and she hasn't told anyone. Owen Barrow comes by to confirm the bow wreath, the way he does every year, notices what her hands are costing her, and simply starts turning up in the evenings with a lobsterman's excuse and a stillness that asks her for nothing at all.
A clean, later-in-life small-town Christmas romance. A complete love story with a happy ending, no cliffhangers, and no spice. Free to read in Kindle Unlimited.