📱 eBook en inglés THE BOARDWALK BETWEEN US

When Maya Rodriguez returns to Crescent Bay to settle her grandmothers estate, shes running from more than her past. Shes escaping a scandal that destroyed her career, a betrayal that shattered her heart, and a life in Chicago she barely recognises anymore. The last thing she expects is to find the charming coastal town she remembers threatened by development, or to come face-to-face with Ethan Cross, the boy who left her behind twelve years ago without explanation.

Maya thought shed come home to sell her grandmothers cottage and disappear again. Instead, she discovers her beloved abuela spent her final months fighting to save the historic boardwalk from demolition, including the century-old carousel that holds three generations of family memories. The developer pushing the project? Ethans firm. The man leading the charge? Ethan himself.

Thrust together on opposite sides of a battle thats tearing the community apart, Maya and Ethan cant avoid each other or the feelings that never truly died. Long nights working on competing proposals turn into stolen conversations where the past bleeds into the present. Ethans walls begin to crack, revealing the painful truth about why he left and the impossible choice thats haunted him ever since.

As the town council vote approaches, Maya must decide if shes strong enough to fight for Crescent Bays future and brave enough to risk her heart on a man whos already broken it once. Their chemistry is undeniable, burning hot enough to ignite every forbidden touch and whispered confession. But chemistry alone wont save the boardwalk or heal two people whove spent years running from pain.

SAMPLE - CHAPTER 1

The rearview mirror showed Chicago disappearing behind her, but Maya Rodriguez couldnt shake the feeling that the citys ghosts had hitched a ride. She gripped the steering wheel tighter, forcing her attention back to the coastal highway that ribboned along the Pacific.

Three years. Thats how long it had been since shed last made this drive to Crescent Bay, and even then it had been a rushed forty-eight-hour visit squeezed between project deadlines. Her grandmother had made tea, theyd talked about nothing important, and Maya had promised to come back soon. Shed run out of time for soon.

The funeral had been five days ago. Maya had sat in a Chicago law office, numb and disconnected, while an attorney explained that her grandmother had left her the beach cottage, some savings, and a request that Maya "take care of what matters." Her grandmothers best friend Rosa had called with an edge in her voice: "You need to come home, mija. There are things your abuela was fighting that cant wait."

So here she was, running again. The familiar green sign for Crescent Bay appeared, and something in Mayas chest loosened fractionally. Whatever waited for her here, at least it wasnt the carefully averted eyes of colleagues or the pitying looks from former friends whod chosen Trevors side.

Instead of heading to the cottage, Maya found herself turning toward the boardwalk. The carousel had been Abuelas favourite place, the spot where shed met Mayas grandfather, where shed brought Maya as a child to ride the painted horses while eating cotton candy that made their fingers sticky and sweet. The public parking lot was nearly empty. Maya pulled into a spot and sat for a moment, breathing in the salt air through her open window. Seagulls cried overhead, and she could hear the d...