{New Magical Romance Release} Seven Hundred Beachfront by Ligia de Wit

Seven Hundred Beachfront by Ligia de Wit
on July 22nd, 2025
Genres: Fiction, Adult, Magical Realism, Romance, Women's Fiction
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Some places hold memories. Others have opinions.

I didn’t mean to run again.
But when life gets tangled, I untangle it by leaving. And this time, my escape came with strings attached: a five-year-old brother I never signed up to care for, a seaside town I barely remember, and a tattered house on stilts that belongs in Renter’s Hell.

I told myself it was just for the summer. A break. A pause. A way to escape the people I care about but can’t seem to fit with anymore, and the choices I don’t know how to fix.

But the sea doesn’t let you stay distant for long.

Then there’s him. Quiet. Grumpy. Mysterious. The kind of man who doesn’t ask questions, but somehow sees more than he should. I don’t even like talking to him, and yet… here we are. Sharing long silences. Unexpected moments. Maybe even something more.

And as for the house? Let’s just say it has opinions—and it’s not afraid to share them.

Seven Hundred Beachfront is a heartfelt, magical story about learning to stay, letting people in, and discovering that healing doesn’t always come the way you expect it. But when it does, you’ll feel it down to your bones.

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Exclusive Excerpt from Seven Hundred Beachfront

“The kid will never learn that way,” a baritone voice called from the shore, barely a few feet away. Jeff stood there, the toolkit hanging from his hips and a white bag in his hand.

I yelled back, “Don’t tell me you can do better.”

“I can.” And without further ado, he removed his tools, dropping them aside with the bag. Then he removed his boat shoes.

He wouldn’t go into the water, now, would he?

His shirt followed, then he entered the water with confidence. Once near, he took Bobby from my arms before I could protest. I narrowed my eyes at him, but he didn’t pay me any attention.

“Come, kid, let me show you.”

“I don’t want to,” Bobby whined.

“Relax. I won’t let go.”

Jeff kept his hand below Bobby’s back while the kid floated face up, the opposite of what I’d been doing. As promised, he didn’t let go. “See? It’s easy.”

I didn’t know what surprised me the most—Bobby floating or watching Jeff cooing to him. Gently and patiently. Where was the gruff man?

All he did was teach him to float, but Bobby lost his fear in Jeff’s hands.

“This place’s perfect for swimming,” I said, jerking my chin at the breakwater.

“Yep.”

“Did the locals make the wall?”

He nodded curtly.

Getting words out of Jeff’s mouth was like pulling teeth. This was a guy with his own manmade wall. Awesome. No need to worry about him. Waves splashed gently against us, their salty tang already at the back of my throat.

Bobby giggled. “I like this.” He swallowed water and coughed.

“Easy, kid. Hold your breath. That’s it.” Jeff secured my brother once again, a hand on his back. Without taking his gaze off Bobby’s floating form, he said, “Twenty-five years ago, the town approved reinforcing the natural breakwater and built this place as a children’s pool. Everybody I know learned to swim here.”