Cover Reveal and Blurb Reveal: Half-Light Harbor

 

Samantha Young has revealed an excerpt along with the gorgeous covers for Half-Light Harbor! Releasing: October 23, 2025 I went to Scotland looking for answers about my past. The last thing I expected was getting trapped on a private island with my stoic, brooding, gorgeous contractor.  Ramsay McRae is a man with secrets. He prefers the company of his dog to people and silence to any semblance of politeness. He says I’m too young, too sweet, too innocent.  Only he doesn’t know the truth. That I’m haunted by a crime that tore my life apart two years ago. I’ve come to Half-Light Harbor not just to start over, but to bring the monster who killed my parents to justice.  The last thing I need is a tortured Scot distracting me from my mission. But when his restraint snaps and my walls crumble, the results are explosive.  We say it’s only a no-strings-attached affair. A temporary moment to burn out this fire between us.  However, when my search for the truth brings danger to my door, it’s Ramsay stepping in to protect me. But it might be the secrets from hispast that tear us apart forever… Pre-order your copy today! Amazon: https://bit.ly/44TDrVE Amazon Worldwide: https://mybook.to/TdZ9 Add to Goodreads: https://bit.ly/3ELUheH

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For a moment, though, I felt like the only person in the world. All my stress and anxieties, all the responsibility I felt weighing on me, for a few beautiful minutes, it all just melted away. This is why I came here, I reminded myself. This was why I’d traveled across a continent to start over. Venturing onto Stòr today might have been out of my growing curiosity, but it was also from a need to enjoy some “me time” before the chaos of renovation and running a business changed my daily life.  Opening my backpack, I took out the sandwich I’d bought from Leth Sholas Bakery & Tearoom. There were a surprising number of businesses within those rainbow-colored buildings along the harbor. The bakery, I’d discovered, was run by married couple Harry and Bryan Weaver, Australians who had moved to the island seven years ago. They were warm and friendly, and their cakes and sandwiches were so far among my favorite discoveries in my new home. I had to force myself to slow down and savor the spicy salami, pancetta, and Monterey Jack cheese ciabatta. There was a whole lot of other stuff going on inside the loaded gourmet sandwich, and it was a whole lotta amazing. “Oh my gawd,” I moaned around a mouthful. This sandwich was better than any of the orgasms I’d had with a partner (I’d had pretty amazing orgasms on my own, so the distinction was necessary). Orgasmic snacks—check. Peace and isolation—check. It was perfect. For about fifteen minutes. I didn’t even hear him approach. “You are on private land,” the deep, male voice growled ominously behind me. “Arggggh!” I launched off my knoll, whirling around and stumbling on pebbles as I backed up toward the water.  Towering above me on the grassy dune was a mammoth, bearded, would-be killer. My heart hammered in my chest as I gaped up at the intruder. I could barely make out his face for the bushy salt-and-pepper beard surrounding his lips and covering his cheeks. He had massively broad shoulders and his navy plaid shirt strained against thick, muscled biceps. Long, long legs were clad in dirty jeans, his big feet in well-worn hiking boots. His brown hair was as shaggy as his beard. Piercing wolf eyes glared at me. They were the most striking pale gray I’d ever seen. A warning growl drew my terrified gaze to the stunning dog sitting perfectly at his side. The Alaskan Malamute had startling blue eyes. Its white, black, and tan fur was better groomed than its apparent owner.  “Hush, Akiva,” the stranger rumbled, and the dog quietened. Uncertain of its nature considering the glowering man at its side, I took another step back. “Watch it or you’ll end up in the water,” the man said blandly. “I won’t hurt you. Neither will Akiva.” He patted the dog’s head. “Unless I tell her otherwise.” He crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Unfortunately, you’re not the first tourist to bumble their way onto my island and get stuck. You all seem to deliberately miss the private land signs.” Realization dawned and a little relief with it. “You’re Ramsay McRae?” The man gave me a brief nod. “Who are you?” “I’m Tierney Silver.” He raised an eyebrow. “The American who bought the guesthouse?” “That’s right. We’re … Quinn told me we’ll be working together. Right?” The reminder was more for me. Surely, the stranger was harmless if he and Quinn were business partners. Right? Instead of answering, he scowled and asked in his anglicized Scottish brogue, “Do you not know how to read then, Ms. Silver?” “The private land signs? I didn’t see them and Quinn said you wouldn’t mind me taking a look around the island. I’m afraid my curiosity sometimes gets the better of me.” I offered an apologetic smile that usually charmed people. Not the yeti, apparently.  “I’m talking about the safe crossing times.” I frowned. “I did check them. I’m good until nearly eleven o’clock this evening.” His wolf stare was magnetizing. I felt caught in it. Sudden awareness heated through me and my cheeks turned hot under his attention. “You read the wrong side of the timetable. Tide came in as you came over. You’re stuck here until eleven o’clock this evening.” Oh shit. My shoulders slumped. “You’re kidding.” He stared stonily in reaction. Even though it might cost me my life, I couldn’t help my lip twitch. “I’ll take that as a no, you’re not kidding.” With a sigh, he turned on his heel. “Follow me.” Ramsay did this whistle thing I could never hope to emulate, and Akiva tore her beautiful eyes from me and followed her owner. I gaped after him. “I meant you,” he called over his shoulder. Grabbing my backpack, I lunged up onto the grass after him, almost tripping over a tree root. “Where are we going?” “There are only two places you can go on Stòr. Unsurprisingly, both belong to me.” I rolled my eyes at his gruff, vague response. “I can wait it out in my car. I don’t want to impose.” “Is that why you ignored my private land signs?” “I told you—Quinn said you wouldn’t mind.” At that, Ramsay grumbled something under his breath I couldn’t quite hear. As I clambered uphill out of the woodland after him and his gorgeous dog, I noted the Defender parked behind my car. That thing had to be twenty years old. “Follow me,” he ordered again. Before I could respond, Ramsay and the dog were in his vehicle and backing out. At my just standing there watching him, he waved impatiently for me to get into my car. Ugh, this was going to be fun. Hurrying into my Suzuki, I watched as Ramsay executed an impressive three-point turn on the narrow road and then I tried to do the same. It took me a little longer and I think I scratched my alloys.  He waited for me, and I could practically feel his impatience vibrating from his very cool Defender into my turquoise baby SUV. Wondering if I was following him to my death, I was only half joking to myself about that when he didn’t drive to the house at the dock. He drove us toward the causeway but then pulled off onto a track hidden in the woodland. Starting to get nervous, I considered reversing out but realized there was literally nowhere for me to go.  I was trapped on this guy’s island with him.