Heart of the Ocean
by Heather B. Moore
A dark secret . . . a grieving ghost . . . a handsome stranger . . . What more could Eliza Robinson want? Except for maybe her life.
In Heather B. Moore’s enthralling 1840s historical romance, Heart of the Ocean, Eliza Robinson has turned down the very pretentious Mr. Thomas Beesley’s marriage proposal. As a business partner of Eliza’s father, Thomas quickly discredits the family and brings disgrace to the Robinson name.
While her father scrambles to restore his good name in New York City, Eliza flees to the remote Puritan town of Maybrook to stay with her Aunt Maeve. Maybrook is the last existing Puritan town, having survived against centuries of outside influence. Although relieved to be away from all- things-male and unforgiving gossip columns, odd things start to happen to Eliza, and she is plagued by a ghostly voice. Her aunt’s explanation? That Eliza is being haunted by a woman who died of a broken heart twenty years ago.
After Aunt Maeve is tragically killed, Eliza’s life is put in danger as she tries to uncover the mystery of her aunt’s death. She encounters Jonathan Porter in Maybrook, whose presence in the town seems suspicious, yet she finds herself drawn to him. When she discovers that Jonathan’s dark secrets may be the link between the dead woman who haunts her and her aunt’s murderer, Eliza realizes that Jonathan is the one man she should never trust.
5 stars! “Heart of the Ocean is a historical tale that grips your heart and has you on the edge of your seat from the first sentence to the last. If, like me, you love to read haunting historical romance books, this is one for you! ” —Christen S. Maurer
5 stars! “Heart of the Ocean is exactly the kind of book I love to read: romance, suspense, family drama, just a touch of paranormal. It is a very enjoyable clean romance.” —Cami Checketts
5 stars! “This book pulled me in from the start with that ghostly voice on the cliff and haunted me until I could finish and solve the mystery of Helena Talbot’s death. I was hooked and carried away into another time and place.” —Char in Boise