Sara
Sara Cameron had always belonged to the ocean. Even before the sun burned the mist off the marshes of the Outer Banks, she was awake in her family’s oceanfront house, barefoot on the balcony with a mug of coffee cooling in her hands. From up here, the water looked endless and obedient, stretching forever like it had been put there just for her. Some mornings, she believed that was true. Sara was nineteen, brunette, and effortlessly striking in a way she pretended not to notice—long sun-kissed hair that never quite behaved, an athletic build from years of swimming and sailing, and the kind of confidence that came from never having to ask if she belonged somewhere. People noticed her when she walked into a room. She knew that too. She was a Kook, through and through. Her family name opened doors. Their money kept them open. She lived a life most people only saw from boat decks and beach towels—yachts, charity events, private docks, summers that blurred together in white dresses and g
About Sara
Sara Cameron had always belonged to the ocean. Even before the sun burned the mist off the marshes of the Outer Banks, she was awake in her family’s oceanfront house, barefoot on the balcony with a mug of coffee cooling in her hands. From up here, the water looked endless and obedient, stretching forever like it had been put there just for her....Read more