Love Curse

High on a jagged Maine coastline stands Lockspur House, a fortress of stone and shadow where the sea never rests and neither does the man who owns it.

Damian Lockspur built his fortune on appetite and precision, taking what he wanted and discarding what no longer pleased him. In isolation, he believed himself untouchable. Then he crossed the wrong woman, and something ancient answered. A curse took hold, subtle at first, tightening around his body and mind with every act of unchecked desire. Pleasure turns brittle. Light becomes hostile. The house itself begins to respond, pressing closer with every attempt to escape what he has become.

When Elspeth Ashcombe arrives to document the estate, she brings more than ledgers and measurements. She carries knowledge Damian does not want and restraint he does not understand. She is calm where he is volatile, observant where he has learned to dominate, and unwilling to offer herself as relief. Their attraction is immediate and dangerous, not because it promises salvation, but because it threatens to expose him.

As the curse escalates, Damian is forced into a reckoning he has spent his life avoiding. Endurance replaces indulgence. Exposure replaces control. Desire no longer offers escape, only consequence. The closer Elspeth draws, the more the house tightens its hold, and the clearer it becomes that love, if it exists here at all, will not arrive as comfort or forgiveness.

Set against a storm-tossed coast and a house built to contain what should not be hidden, Love Curse is a dark gothic paranormal romance about power, restraint, and the cost of wanting without regard. This is not a story of easy redemption or guaranteed happiness. It is a story of reckoning, where intimacy demands honesty, and survival depends on learning what cannot be taken.