THE GIRL WHO LOVES SUNSET
After a shattering breakup, Ava Dawson flees Arizona with nothing but a suitcase and a dream of starting over. A flight delay leads her to Ethan Hart-a, a charming stranger with gentle eyes and quiet scars. It is a near accident that binds them, and a sunset kiss in San Francisco has Ava believing love can bloom twice.
But Ethan is not just a warm stranger, he's the billionaire CEO of HartTech, a man whose life is circled by paparazzi, power, and people who want to use him.
When ambitious and Vindictive ex-fiancée Serena Vale returns to claim what she feels is rightfully hers, Ava finds herself the target of a web of deceit, manipulation, and sabotage. Ethan's trust is shaken, Ava's confidence crumbles, and their new love is about to face the ultimate test of forces that will stop at nothing to tear them asunder.
Ava must choose: fight for a love she's only just found…
Or walk away before she is destroyed by a world she was never prepared for.
A tale of love, betrayal, courage, and destiny, "The Girl Who Loves Sunsets" is a heart-stopping romance full of passion, suspense, and that one truth that always prevails:
Love conquers all; well, only if you fight for it.
Basahin
Chapter: THE TEST OF TRUSTThe morning air was filled with the scent of saltwater and freshly baked bread, wafting off the small cafes lining the waterfront. Ava adjusted her tote bag and walked briskly down the streets near Harbor Light Books. The city had already woken up: office workers hurried, tourists stopped for photos, and street performers wove music into the cadence of the morning.Ava had learned to navigate the chaos over the last few weeks, but today her thoughts were elsewhere.Ethan.It had been two days since their walk to the Golden Gate Bridge, and she wasn't letting go of the memory: his hand brushing hers, his quiet confidence, and the way he looked at her, as though she was the only person in the city.Her phone buzzed.Ethan: Coffee at 10? I want to show you something.Ava smiled, her heart going out with a beat. She typed back:Ava: I'll be there.The café was quieter than usual today; a warm sunbeam sliced through the window and fell across the wooden tables. Ava slid into the booth that
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Chapter: SHADOWS OF THE PASTSan Francisco shimmered under the afternoon sun, golden and hazy through the slight coastal fog. Ava walked briskly along the streets near the café she now called her temporary workplace, the tote bag swinging against her hip. She still couldn't quite believe she had landed a job at Harbor Light Books-a cozy, sun-drenched space that smelled of coffee, old paper, and something she didn't know how to name: possibility.It had been two weeks since she'd come to the city, and already life seemed different. Brighter. More open.And more complicated.Ethan had called every day: to check in after her first, to text and ask how she was settling in, to offer to meet for a casual dinner. Ava had been hesitant, uneasy with the speed of their budding intimacy, but there was something in him—his patience, his gentle persistence, the quiet warmth in his eyes—that made her feel safe. For the first time in years, she didn’t feel like she was walking through life alone.Today, they had agreed to meet
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Chapter: THE FIRST STEP FORWARD Ava hadn't expected San Francisco to smell like salt and fog, and something sweet she couldn't name. By the time she stepped out from the airport, the sky had shifted into a gentle apricot glow-the sun was dipping low behind rising buildings she'd only seen on postcards.Her suitcase thudded behind her on the pavement as she dragged it toward the transportation area. She had rehearsed a hundred versions of this moment on the plane—how she would soak it in, how she would smile and feel reborn—but instead she felt something entirely different:Hunger.Exhaustion.And the faint trembling of having no plan at all.She'd made a reservation at a tiny motel room she found online an hour before boarding, and wasn't even sure if the place looked anything like its pictures. Her "budget" was practically a joke. And she had one stale granola bar remaining in the bottom of her bag.But she kept walking. Because forward was the only direction that made sense.She had stopped near the rideshare pick
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Chapter: THE STRANGER WITH KIND EYESThe airport felt colder that morning. Perhaps it was the air-conditioning or perhaps it was the weight of all Ava had left behind in her wake. She sat quietly beside Ethan, clutching her sweater to her chest like a shield against the world outside her. Families dragged suitcases across the floor, business travelers talked loudly into phones, and children ran around in excited circles. Everyone had somewhere to be.Everyone but her.Ethan glanced over at her, his eyes warm but observant. “You look like you’re about to run away again,” he said gently.Ava let out a breath that felt too heavy. “I’m not running. I’m just… recalculating.”"Recalculating," he repeated with a small smile. "Sounds official. Like a GPS error."She laughed low, the first real laugh of the day. “Maybe my whole life is a GPS error.”He cocked his head. “And where were you supposed to end up?”She hesitated. The truth felt too fragile to say out loud, but Ethan’s voice was so steady and patient, it actually made i
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Chapter: THE ESCAPE Ava Dawson had always thought that her real life would begin one day.One day, she'd leave her tiny apartment in Phoenix.One day, she would no longer work double shifts at Silver Oaks Nursing Center.One day, she would fall in love, real love, the kind that didn't leave bruises on the heart.But one day never comes unless something breaks first.For Ava, it happened on an ordinary Wednesday afternoon. The hallway smelled faintly of disinfectant and old lavender perfume—Mrs. Helmsley’s perfume. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, buzzing like tired bees. Ava was halfway through delivering the lunch trays when her phone buzzed in her scrub pocket.She almost ignored it, but an odd instinct told her to look.The text message glowed like a knife blade on the screen.Mark: I need a break. I need to move to Chicago for work. Don't wait for me.Her breath hitched.Three years, reduced to fourteen words.Just like that.No conversation.No explanation.No goodbye.A hollow thud echoed in
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