Before the war, Chateau Guillaume was a place of arrival.
Now it's a place of departure.
Eloise Guillaume has spent three years turning her crumbling ancestral home into a boarding house for the broken—survivors who arrive hollow-eyed, carrying their ghosts in leather suitcases. She paints the Room for Rent sign each summer, knowing the salt air will strip it bare again. The chateau is dying. And so is she.
Then a stranger appears in a thunderstorm.
Philippe Roland is a cartographer with a scarred jaw and a worn map-case chained to his chest. He claims he needs the sea air. But Eloise sees the way he measures her walls, traces her foundations, studies the shadows like they're a language only he can read.
He's not looking for a room.
He's looking for a dead-drop—a wartime cache hidden somewhere in the chateau's bones, a secret her father died to protect.
And he needs her to find it.
What unfolds is a hunt through hidden crypts and forgotten tunnels, across moonlit terraces and into the labyrinthine underbelly of Marseille—where art thieves and war profiteers will kill for what's buried beneath the lavender fields. But the greatest danger isn't the man tracking them. It's the vacancy inside both of them—the hollow spaces left by grief, betrayal, and the war that stole everything.
Vacancy For Two Hearts is a sweeping romantic mystery about the maps we draw to find our way home, and the one true north that can never be charted—until love rewrites the coordinates.
