Low Water

Greer Hale surveys drowned towns for a living. When the worst drought in a century pulls Colter’s Ferry back out of the reservoir that swallowed it in 1961, the state sends her down alone to record every street and silt-sealed house before the water comes back to claim it.

On her second night a man is standing on the front step of a house that has been underwater since before her mother was born. He is solid. He is warm. His name is Asa Rook, he was murdered the night the dam closed its gates, and he has walked that ground unseen every night for sixty-five years, unable to cross the old town line and unable to die.

The water keeps what it takes and lets go of what is freely given. Proving what was done to Asa, the forged survey, the stolen valley, the body in the churchyard mud, is the one thing that can set him loose from the lake. It is also the one thing that will end him. Greer is good enough at her job to do it, and she understands that with half the survey still ahead of her. She keeps working anyway.

Garrett Amory wants her gone and the valley back under the water before she can prove his family built its fortune on a lie. The drought is breaking. The refill is coming. And every hour Greer steals with a dead man is one she counts down off a clock she winds with her own two hands. So she is going to find a third door, give the water back what it is owed on his terms and not theirs, and keep him anyway.

Low Water is a standalone dark revenant romance with a guaranteed happily-ever-after. For adult readers.