The Haunting of Us: A Horromance Novel of Gothic Dread and Devastating Love

Wren Ainsworth has not been back to Orison Island in twelve years. She returns to sign the papers on a house she inherited from an aunt she never met. She plans to cross the causeway, close the door, and leave before the tide comes in.

She does not leave.

In the house at the end of the spit, a man is waiting. He has not aged since the night Wren left. He does not eat, does not sleep, and does not cast a shadow in the parlor in the late afternoon. He says her name the way he always said it. He says, "Neither are you."

A diary on the shelf tells the story of a woman who drowned her lover in 1897 and brought him back. A list of names in the back reveals that every woman who has ever come to Vesper House has stayed. A gravestone in the churchyard carries Wren's name and a dash with no date after it.

As Wren walks the corridor she was never supposed to find, she opens doors that have been closed for a hundred and twenty-eight years. What she discovers is not a ghost story. It is a love story. And the house is not haunted.

The house is keeping what is loved.

THE HAUNTING OF US is a Gothic horromance about devotion, obsession, and the specific horror of loving someone you cannot let go. For readers of Rebecca, The Haunting of Hill House, and the dark romance revival of BookTok — this is a haunting you will not want to wake from.

Some loves do not end. They linger.