Ghost Tours and Love Detours (Moonveil Nights - A Sapphic Horror Romance Series)

⚠️AI RIP-OFF/AI WRITTEN⚠️ Francesca Bacci 21 11th Oct, 2025

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Overview

Grumpy ghost‑tour guide meets sunshine cemetery keeper in a cozy‑spooky, consent‑forward sapphic romance set on Tideglass Harbor’s night shift. Open‑door heat (vanilla‑plus), zero gore, and a full HEA.

 

Sloan Hart makes her living shepherding thrill‑seekers through Tideglass after dark. She knows the difference between a good scare and a bad night. Kaya Okonkwo keeps the cemetery and its greenhouse breathing—pruning willow, coaxing ironwood, and making sure tourists don’t treat headstones like props. When a rival tour poaches Sloan’s route with jump‑scare stunts, something in the veil stirs. Doors ‘breathe.’ Cones migrate. The willow ring hums like a choir holding its note.

 

Then a living ironwood wand wakes between Sloan and Kaya’s hands, warming at the skin and sprouting a single glossy leaf when they speak a truth out loud. It won’t leaf for lies. It won’t perform for spectacle. It answers consent and care. To keep the town safe—and to admit what’s growing between them—the night‑shift duo has to teach Tideglass to move like a chorus in the dark.

 

Expect banter sharp enough to cut fog, a greenhouse that feels like a held breath, and a town that treats safety as a kind of courtship. Saltworks’ glossy rumor mill swirls at the edges, pushing ‘extreme haunt’ clout, but Tideglass has better instincts: crowd drills that look like dances, a mayor who posts ‘No licking’ under plastic, and a child ghost who prefers dares to danger. Under lantern light and lighthouse glow, Sloan’s competence kink meets Kaya’s care‑through‑craft—and both learn that being witnessed can be its own kind of magic.

 

Heat & Safety: Adults only. Humans only. Enthusiastic consent spoken aloud, mid‑scene check‑ins, and aftercare on page. Three open‑door scenes, retailer‑safe language: Greenhouse warmth (blindfold + citrus‑cool pulse‑point tease), Hearse Bay car‑seat heat with a single, metaphor‑heavy release line, and a slow herb‑salt bath sequence with yeses like vows. Always playful, never explicit.

 

For fans of cozy‑spooky small‑town vibes, grumpy‑meets‑sunshine, competence kink, and romances where consent isn’t a buzzword—it’s the spell. Start the tour tonight and let Tideglass hold the line while two women choose the light.

 

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