Lindsey Point, Connecticut

Welcome to Lindsey Point!

Welcome to Lindsey Point, Connecticut, a quiet seaside town that's suspicious of outsiders, loyal to tradition, and absolutely devoted to its local legends. Take a tour of some of the places you'll visit in Beacon of Love (just click on the arrow icons at the bottom of your screen when you're ready to move on). You'll see the lighthouse, of course, but also some of the locations where some of the most...well, interesting...things happen in this story. And by the way, new stops on this tour are added all the time.

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The haunted lighthouse

“You all from the television show? Filming our lighthouse?”

The guy on the end, heavy and gray-haired, nodded.

“Know anything about it?”

Finn glanced at Lucas. “Course I do. Depends on what

you’re looking for, though. Everyone in town knows something about it. But you ask different people,

you’ll get a different story.”

“C’mon now, we want to know about the murders.

Right? The guy who killed his wife some fifty years ago

and then jumped into the ocean and killed himself.

And any ghosts that, you know, might still be hanging around the place.”

Franny's Hideaway

Another curve of lonely road, and Lucas came upon Francine’s place, newly sided with flowering baskets on the porch and an inviting air. He smiled, glad for her decision to open it.

“Hey, Franny. I know it’s late. I just wanted to make sure you were all right. With the storm, I mean. Wanted to make sure you didn’t lose your electric.”

He’d replaced some shingles last winter after ice knocked out the town’s power for almost a week, and checked on all her lines back then. He figured that was as good a reason as any to stop by. Had nothing to do with the host of the cable travel show, who might or might not be staying here.

Sarah. September.

Shannon and sadness and sorry, so sorry. All the

best and worst words in Lucas's vocabulary

began with the

same letter.

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Marcia and Lila's House

Lucas had no control, zero, willpower straight out the window, the minute Sophie softened against him. Her lips parted, and she sighed into his mouth, the smallest sound that turned him hard in a second. He caught her chin with one hand and pulled her to him, and it was like he had never kissed anyone before,

the way he wanted her...

It could compete with any

Norman Rockwell painting,

that was for sure. Cherry red

paint, black shutters, gardens

wrapping around each side of

the house, and a fence. Not

white picket, but rough-hewn

wood, probably hand-collected

some hundred-odd years ago

from the woods bordering the

edge of the lawn...

What Sophie finds inside this house will change her forever...

Lucas's House

“Let’s go to your place.”

“You sure?” Lucas said. “It’s not in the neatest shape right now.”

“Meaning what? You have dirty laundry all over the living room? Dishes in the sink? Or porn magazines in the bathroom?”

“God, Sophie, no. And no. What kind of guy do you think I am?”

She laughed. “Actually, you seem to be a fairly clean, polite guy who was raised by a no-nonsense mom and dad."

“A-yep. Pretty much.”

He dragged his tongue along her earlobe

and down to her bare shoulder. One strap of her dress fell to her elbow. “You drive me crazy.” His fingers ran along the curve of one breast, and she shivered.

“Is that a good thing?” Buttons on his shirt, undone. Jeans to the floor. She moved her hands over his muscular chest and the arms that had saved her more than once. She wanted them around her. She wanted them pinning her to the bed...

The Great White Bar & Grill