She came to Dalmatia to outrun a plane crash and a life that had gone quiet. The Adriatic did not care.
Autumn Hill is thirty-nine, Australian, and finished believing the water would love her back. She sold the Fremantle firm, took her mother’s ridge above a sleeping fishing town, and tried to restart a trade her hands still knew. The catch stayed thin. The bitterness did not. She built a villa on a lookout the locals had written off as empty land and learned, day after empty day, that knowing the Indian Ocean does not mean you can read the Adriatic.
Then a twenty-three-year-old fisher with weather in her eyes ran straight into her path.
Zala wants the sea, the wind, the salt, and a living that proves a woman can pull a four-hundred-year family business back from the older men who would rather watch it drown than take an order from a girl. She also wants the stubborn brunette who does not believe in antennas, fate, or anything that cannot be logged on a sonar screen. Zala reads currents the way other people read faces. Autumn calls it luck until luck starts answering to a name.
Enemies first. Partners next. One secret rock above the islands, a picnic that was supposed to be a day off the water, and the war they have been fighting turns into the one thing Autumn swore she was too tired to want.
This is an age-gap, enemies-to-lovers healing romance about two women who have already lost too much to play at almost. It is about work that leaves salt in the wrists. It is about disbelief sitting across from clairvoyance and slowly running out of arguments. It is about a boat that has to be rebuilt and two lives that do not know they are being rebuilt in the same dry dock. When they finally stop circling, they find neither a holiday fling nor a rescue. It is the kind of love that chooses, stays, and speaks.
If you come to Holy Love for emotionally mature heroines, honest intimacy, and a guaranteed HEA that feels earned instead of arranged, Loving Autumn is the book that takes you to sea and does not bring you back the same.
Open it. The water is already waiting.
HEA guaranteed.
