I’m only here for research. Aura resonance. Ley line mapping. Maybe a little “don’t die by magical seagull” on the side. But then I meet him. Broody, shirtless, barefoot—and living upstairs in the beach shack I just rented. Calder Thorne, local sea grump with a voice like thunder and the emotional availability of a cursed tidepool. He says I can’t stay. I good luck moving me. Now the ley lines are spiking, my scanner’s on fire, and the ocean may or may not be singing in minor key every time I look at him. Which I do. A lot. Especially when he's wet. (Which is always.) Turns out, he’s hiding a voice that can command storms... and a secret that could drown us both. Too bad I’m already in way too deep. I’m supposed to finish my thesis. Not fall for the man who might be cursed by love itself. Read on for cursed ocean princes, emotionally constipated brooding, magical science shenanigans, and a heroine who’s definitely going to kiss the sea monster. HEA Guaranteed!