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The Lighthouse That Hums: a dark fantasy romance of haunted coasts, forbidden love, and sea-monster lore

The Lighthouse That Hums: a dark fantasy romance of haunted coasts, forbidden love, and sea-monster lore

A keeper sworn to keep the light burning. A shipwreck survivor who sings the sea awake. A town that survives on a single rule: never let the lantern die.

At the edge of a storm-torn coast, a lighthouse hums each night with a sound no one admits to hearing. The keeper, disciplined and alone, lives by routines that hold back more than darkness: polishing lenses until they're star-clean, measuring oil by the breath, and writing in a ledger that outlives its keepers. When a storm smashes a schooner against the rocks, he rescues a lone survivor—a woman with seawater in her lungs and a song in her throat that shouldn't exist. She recognizes the hum; she can answer it. And when she does, the sea leans closer, like a god remembering your full name.

As fog presses in and rumors sweep the town, the keeper uncovers truths buried in ship logs, fishermen's hymns, and the ironwork of the lantern itself. The light is not only guidance, but tether—its beam a cage of radiance that keeps a hunger from climbing the cliffs. The survivor's past threads into the town's oldest oath. Desire becomes a compass that points to a price no one wants to pay. A choice must be made: free the beloved and break the world, or keep the world and break the heart.

Reader experience highlights:

If you like romances where the monster is also the muse, you'll feel right at home.

If you crave horror that whispers rather than shouts—footsteps on iron stairs, a knock in the rhythm of your pulse—this delivers dread you can taste.

If you're drawn to settings that function like characters, the lighthouse and the sea will own a shelf in your memory.

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