The Compass Rose B&B has survived three generations of Delaney women, hurricanes, and sixty-seven batches of Gran Rose’s experimental scones. A dead travel blogger on a sunset cruise might be what finally breaks it.

When Marina “Rina” Delaney inherited the Compass Rose, she got a Victorian porch, a scone-stealing seagull named Gerald, and a cat who answers to no one. What she didn’t expect was a boatful of suspects, a murder investigation, and an exposé that threatens to sink her grandmother’s legacy faster than a nor’easter.

Travel blogger Trevor Bliss checked out of room seven with a smirk and a secret. Hours later, he’s found dead on Captain Derry’s sunset cruise — and the Compass Rose B&B is front and center of the story he never got to publish.

Now, with ChowderFest in full swing, she’s got cancelations flooding in, and a handsome detective telling her in no uncertain terms to stay out of it, Rina does what any self-respecting innkeeper would do: she asks a lot of pointed questions, takes very good notes, and keeps one eye on Gerald — who has a knack for causing chaos.

In Beacon Harbor, everyone has a motive, no one has a clean alibi, and some secrets are buried deeper than the harbor itself.