From the attic of Driftwood House there are stunning views of the deep green sea and sapphire sky. But Rosie can’t tear her eyes away from the faded photograph in her hands, and the words written on the back that will change everything… Back in the tiny seaside village of Heaven’s Cove...

High on the clifftops, Lettie takes a deep breath of salty air and opens the letter. There is no signature, and the old-fashioned handwriting is faint against the yellowed paper. The message, and the tiny gold key inside, will turn her life upside down… Lettie Starcross makes her way along the...

The girl stands on the clifftop, feeling the soft breeze lift her shining red hair and dry her tears. She can almost hear Ireland calling her home across the wild sea. But she can never go back. And in that moment, she swears no-one will ever find out why. Freya is desperate for escape from her...

Tears trickling down her cheeks, she recognises her grandmother’s writing scrawled across the manila envelope. Inside is an engraved key that sits heavy in her hand. Will the tumbledown cottage be the start of a new life – or will it tear her life apart? With her back to the sparkling sea...

Alyssa carefully holds the delicate paper map and looks down at the cottages and winding streets of the village by the shore. She came to Heaven’s Cove for a fresh start. But will the pathways on the map lead her to an old secret? Fleeing from a heartbreaking mistake, all former nurse Alyssa...

Sitting by the window with views of the shining sea, a white-haired woman seals an envelope with trembling hands and thinks of her grandchildren – two sisters who haven’t spoken for years. Will her final message bring them back together? Ever since her sister Caitlin left the village of...

‘Dear Diary, I have so much to keep secret. Maybe I am cruel to leave. But I have no choice…’ Thirty-one-year old Clara’s family have called their cosy cottage in the grounds of Brellasham Manor ‘home’ her whole life. And when River, the owner’s son, returns after sixteen years...

A single tear falls as the elderly lady folds the delicate silk wedding dress and packs it away for the very last time. Memories haunt her of the day she became a wife. She shakes them off – it’s no use holding on to old secrets. But when a newcomer to the village starts asking questions...