Description
In the quaint coastal haven of Crescent Harbor, 56-year-old widow Sage Whitmore tends to her beloved Seaside Sage apothecary shop, surrounded by the scent of lavender and sea salt. A skilled herbalist whose hands have healed countless locals, Sage has rebuilt her life after losing her husband a decade ago, but the quiet routines of her days mask a deeper ache—a lingering grief that keeps her heart firmly guarded against new desires, even as she unlocks her storm-weathered greenhouse for the season. Across town, 58-year-old Rowan Hale, a retired firefighter and her late husband’s steadfast best friend, has returned after years away, his own unspoken longing for Sage pulling him back to the lighthouse-lit shores.
When a ruthless corporate wellness chain targets Sage’s land for expansion, thrusting Rowan into her world to help repair her damaged greenhouse, their long-buried attraction ignites amid forced proximity and rising stakes: her livelihood, her independence, and the fragile peace she’s carved from loss. In this sensual second-chance romance, whispers of town gossip and shared vulnerabilities draw them from wary distance to tentative touches, promising a heartfelt journey through guilt, rediscovered passion, and the courage to claim a future woven from mutual respect and moonlit coves.
Lori Lewis –
Just tore through Seaside Sage Sparks in one go last night—couldn’t stop thinking about how the quiet ache between Sage and Rowan stretched across all those years, and every time they brushed shoulders in that greenhouse the tension felt thicker than the lavender steam. I loved catching the little echoes from the earlier Harbor Hearts books too; Rowan’s loyalty to Sage’s late husband lands differently when you remember how he showed up for the whole crew back then. The corporate-threat thread kept everything moving fast, but it was the moonlit greenhouse kisses and Sage finally letting herself want again that left me flipping pages until 2 a.m. Already refreshing for the next one—there’s no way their story’s done yet