Choose by cover. Then follow the feeling.

Genealogical Mystery

A Bright Kind of Archive

Maeve Doyle

The first thing Nora Ashe saved from the fire was not the photograph, though later everyone would assume it was. They would imagine her standing in the smoke with the archive box clutched to her ribs, heroic and tragic in the way people preferred women to be when they were useful after disaster. They would picture flames licking up the old municipal curtains, the brass plaque of the Ballybrack Community Memory Project glowing hot beside the door, Nora choosing the faces of the dead over her own lungs.

Historical

A Bright Kind of Crown

Cormac Ashdown

In 1879 Emerald Harbour, schoolmistress Eleanor Vale is pulled into a murder investigation when Lord Bellweather is shot during Harbour Day and a missing child’s pageant crown conceals a note in her dead brother’s hand. With a dockside stranger warning her that respectable power has buried more than one truth, Eleanor must choose between the obedience that preserved her family name and the evidence that could save a child, expose a town, and burn every reputation built on silence.

Mystery

A Broken Kind of Season

Aileen Muir

The hours before the ceremony had given no warning except the kind people ignore because ordinary life is noisy. Finn had woken to Nell singing to her cereal. His mother had coughed in the hallway and told everyone she was fine in a voice that meant she was absolutely not. His father had burned toast, scraped it, burned the scraped toast, and finally served everyone Weetabix with the solemnity of a man making legal reparations.

Gothic Romance / Historical Mystery

A Candle in the West Wing

Ailsa Crowe

Women's Fiction / Reinvention Fiction

A Choir for Broken Women

Mairéad Kellan

After a spectacular public breakdown leaves former singer Fiona Doyle stranded between grief and disgrace, a Belfast parish choir of women carrying their own losses becomes the last place she expects to belong. As Fiona starts singing again, the group turns rehearsal into a stubborn kind of survival—and forces her to decide whether a ruined public life can make room for a truer one.

Legal Thriller

A City of Small Mercies

Keir Devlin

Triage The first thing Róisín Hart heard when she stepped into the custody corridor was a man shouting that he knew his rights. The second thing was her mother’s voice, coming from somewhere behind the vending machine, saying, “I’m not being dramatic, love, but if you don’t ring me before eleven, I do assume you’re dead in a ditch.” Róisín stopped so sharply that the heel of her boot clipped the skirting board.

Speculative Fiction

A Clean Pair of Dates

Eira Vossan

Mabel Finch trusted labels because labels, unlike people, generally understood the assignment. SALT. STRONG FLOUR. DARK RYE. SESAME. 6:15 BATCH. PAID. UNPAID. ELI—DO NOT TOUCH. The last one had lived on the top shelf of the dry store for eleven years, surviving three repaintings, a burst pipe, her husband’s funeral, and Eli becoming the sort of grown man who believed a note addressed specifically to him was an opening bid in negotiations.

Romantasy / Maritime Fantasy

A Crown of Salt and Starlight

Aisling Vire

The Tidebound Courts

Salt, starlight and a crown with a cost shape this maritime romantasy. A Crown of Salt and Starlight brings desire and duty into the same tide, where neither power nor love arrives without consequence.

Domestic Drama

A Different Kind of Enough

Isla Carrigan

Anna Carr knew, before she opened the kitchen drawer, that the frame would be empty. Not missing. Not misplaced. Empty. There was a difference, and Anna had survived nearly forty-three years by respecting differences other people were too lazy to name. Missing meant panic. Misplaced meant incompetence. Empty meant someone had made a choice and expected her to notice it quietly.

Protector Romance

A Door Held Open

Skye MacLeod

People in Derry didn’t notice things. They stored them. They kept receipts in their mouths and brought them out like coins: at the till in Spar, at the rail by the pitch, at the bus stop when the rain made everyone brave. Saoirse Kavanagh learned that the night the breakup became public property. It was meant to be private. A slammed door, a shouted sentence, the kind of ending you could tuck into a drawer and lock.

Historical Romance

A Duchess in the Rain

Eilidh Ross

The duchess arrived at the church in a borrowed mourning veil and left it with a dead man’s letter sewn into her hem. No one noticed, because London had always preferred spectacle to truth, and on that March morning spectacle came obediently dressed in black silk, wet feathers, and three dozen carriages hissing through rain. Viola, Duchess of Hartmere, stood beneath the stone porch of St Bartholomew’s and listened to the bells toll for a husband who had not loved her enough to haunt her, though he had certainly hated her enough to leave instructions.

Speculative Fiction

A Future Without Sunday

Eimear Kane

The first thing Nora Quinn noticed was not the missing day. It was the kettle. The little red light should have been glowing on the switch, the lid trembling with its familiar domestic panic, steam worrying at the kitchen window while the town bell counted eight over the roofs of Bellweather. Instead the kettle sat cold on the counter, full to the line, silent as a held breath.

Medieval Historical

A Glass Kind of Equation

Fergus MacAlpin

The glass cracked before the bell finished ringing. Not the sharp little complaint of a cup knocked from a trestle, nor the bright death of a bottle under a boot, but a long, singing wound that moved through the high east window of Saint Bride’s like a blade being drawn from a sheath. Every head in the nave lifted. Every whisper fell. Even the gulls outside seemed to hold their greedy throats.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

A Harbour for Maeve

Sorcha Lennox

The gale warning hit the parish WhatsApp five minutes after Maeve Hayes dragged the first sheet of plywood from the storeroom, and three minutes after she decided she didn’t need anyone’s help to get it over the pub windows. Rain came at her sideways, a thousand pins seeking the seams in her sleeves. She braced a boot on the sill, drove a screw until the drill whined, and told herself she wouldn’t look when a van took the corner too fast and braked too hard outside.

Holiday Family Fiction

A Hearth for the Holidays

Nollaig Caird

The letter arrived on Christmas Eve with no stamp, no return address, and ash caught in the fold like a secret that had survived a fire. Orla Devane knew better than to touch it. She had spent fifteen years building a life out of that exact discipline: do not touch what can burn you, do not ask questions that have already cost you a home, do not go back to Emerald Harbour simply because an old woman dies and the dead get sentimental with timing.

Historical Women’s Fiction / Family Saga

A Honey Kind of Sisterhood

Evelyn MacLaren

Warmth and strain live side by side in A Honey Kind of Sisterhood. This historical family story follows women, loyalty and the ties that hold even when a household begins to change.

Book Club Fiction

A House Built Sideways

Fiadh Callister

The locket arrived in the committee room inside a cake tin that had once belonged to somebody’s grandmother, which meant, in Ardglass Junction, that no one touched it without first complimenting the tin. It was blue enamel, chipped along the rim, lined with greaseproof paper, and placed with theatrical care in the exact centre of the trestle table beneath the newly framed photograph of the restored station.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

A House Full Again

Laura Carpenter

Nearly a year after his wife’s death, Cork father Darragh Kavanagh is keeping five children moving through school runs, grief, and a house that no longer sounds the same. When family-support worker Niamh Sloane keeps the door open without trying to rescue him, practical help becomes companionship, and the crowded life Darragh thought was over begins filling up again.

Celebrity Romance

A Key Before a Ring Fair Play

Caoimhe Kildare

Crown & Clover — The Brighthelm Saga

The Key The first photograph arrived while Maeve Devlin was buttering toast with one hand and signing a consent form with the other. It was not, strictly speaking, how constitutional crises were meant to begin. There should have been a bell somewhere, a man in a grey suit, a folded paper on a silver tray, perhaps a storm beating itself stupid against the palace windows for atmosphere.

Victorian Historical

A Last Kind of Empire

Isla Bannock

Elspeth Vale was supposed to secure her father’s future with one obedient yes. Instead, she refuses Lord Haverford before a room full of London witnesses—and before dawn a blood-marked ledger appears on the steps of her father’s Belgravia house. The book bears the crest of the Imperial Textile Concern and a warning: if she marries Haverford, the ledger disappears. If she wants to know what her father’s empire truly costs, she must come alone to an abandoned dye house before noon. Elspeth has spent her life learning the rules that keep respectable women safe. Now every rule points back toward silence. Following the ledger means risking family, reputation and the only world she has ever known. Ignoring it may mean becoming part of the machinery it records.

Marriage Fiction

A Marriage at Low Tide

Laura Carpenter

The first tribunal notice arrived in a brown envelope with the tide still low enough to show the black ribs of the harbour wall. Nessa Harte found it wedged under the schoolbag her daughter had abandoned beside the kitchen table, half hidden by a county jersey that should have been washed two nights ago and a lunch note that read: Remember the yogurt this time, Mam, because I am not emotionally built for a dry sandwich.

Celebrity Romance

A Measure of Forever

Caoimhe Kildare

The first barrel Ronan Byrne ever loved had his grandfather's handwriting on it. Not the neat signature the tourists admired on old photographs in the visitor centre, but the private hand: black ink slanting uphill, a stubborn flourish under the B, and one sentence chalked on the head of the cask as if it were a blessing or a warning. Wait until it tells you.

Small-Town Romance

A Photograph That Arrived Dry

Sorcha Lennox

THE THINGS THE SEA DOES NOT KEEP The sea returned the wedding photographs on a Thursday. It did not return the wedding. That distinction would matter later.

Protector Romance

A Place To Be Safe

Skye MacLeod

The white blanket was the only thing in the cottage that had not learned to fear a door. Nessa Ward folded it once, then twice, pressing the cotton into a square so neat it looked like a promise made by someone more innocent than her. Luca had carried it from bed to chair to the floor beside the kettle, dragging one corner over the old pine boards until it collected dust, crumbs, and the kind of ordinary evidence she had once believed she would be allowed to keep.

Psychological Thriller

A Seat Saved in the Visitor Lot

Clara Vey

At eight forty-three on Thursday morning, Sive Moran repainted the white line around a parking space reserved for a woman who had not visited the prison in fourteen months. Nobody had asked her to. That was important. If somebody had asked, there would have been a form.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

A Song for the Small Hours

Laura Carpenter

Galway only pretended to sleep. It dimmed itself like a pub turning the lights low, as if that counted as closing. The city’s voice softened, the way a song softened when the singer stepped back from the mic—still there, still threaded through the air, just less demanding. Streetlamps burned gold against wet stone. Rain hung in the atmosphere like a rumour. The river kept talking, constant and unsentimental, as if it had never heard of grief.

Celebrity Romance

A Star Comes Home

Caoimhe Kildare

The gold star fell off Maeve Hart’s coat in front of three hundred cameras, which was rude of it, considering it had survived thirteen years of press tours, airport lounges, hotel carpets, bad boyfriends, worse managers, and one stadium encore in the rain. It hit the wet pavement outside the Royal Emerald Hotel with a tiny click nobody should have heard. Maeve heard it anyway.

Emotional Romance

A Thousand Small Returns

Skye Wilder

The first envelope came back slit open, rain-softened at the corners, and stamped RETURN TO SENDER in a red so violent it looked less like ink than a wound. Maeve Larkin stood in the staff doorway of the Harbour Light Hotel with one hand still on the brass threshold plate, her waitress shoes soaked through, and understood before she read her own name that some doors did not close politely.

Historical Women’s Fiction

A Velvet Kind of House

Isla Bannock

A house can keep its manners long after the people inside it stop believing in them. A Velvet Kind of House looks at family, expectation and the private cost of maintaining a polished life.

Holiday Romance

A Very Grumpy Christmas

Aoife Winters

The year the lights went wrong, Niamh Kelly was nine. The tree in the corner of the sitting room leaned slightly to the left, draped in tinsel that shed on the carpet like metallic cat hair. The fairy lights blinked on and off in a slow, sleepy pattern, one bulb already gone dead so there was a dark patch near the top, like the tree had closed its eye. Voices seeped out from the kitchen, low and sharp.

Family Secrets Fiction

A Voice Like Home

Rhys MacIan

Home can be a place, a person or simply the voice you recognise when everything else has changed. A Voice Like Home is family-centred women’s fiction about belonging, pressure and the relationships that call us back.

Speculative Fiction

A Window That Looks Back

Eira Vossan

The window had been bricked over for twenty-nine years, which was the first sensible thing about it. Clara Finch knew this because she had signed the repair ledger herself every December since her mother died, written the same neat line beside the same dead wall in the little back room of Finch House Library: no movement, no damp, no visible fracture. Her father had done it before her in a softer hand.

Book Club Fiction

AE for the Heartbroken

Fiadh Callister

The first thing Dr. Nessa Byrne noticed about a bad night was never the screaming. People imagined the screaming. They imagined sirens coming in hot, blood on white floors, doctors running with heroic urgency and someone shouting for a crash trolley while the music swelled. That was television. In Mercy South Hospital, on the north side of Cork city in the third week of January, bad nights usually announced themselves with quieter things.

Epic Fantasy

AONMARA The Fifth Ring

Aisling Vire

Book One of The Fifth Ring Saga · Book 1

The Tide Went Wrong The tide went wrong three nights before the dead fisherman came home. Not with storm. Storms belonged to ordinary fear, and ordinary fear had rules. Storms broke masts. Storms drowned cattle in low fields. Storms tore slates from roofs and left women standing in doorways counting names into the dark with shaking hands and practical voices.

YA Contemporary

Academy Day

Laura Carpenter

Aunties at the Gate Aunties by deed collected her at the gate the way starlings collect a fence: all at once, no fuss. Keira held the inside of Gráinne’s elbow gentle as a seatbelt, a hello that said you’re here; Ciara took the bag; Dee grimaced at the scuffed laces and winked; Úna had tape between two fingers like a magician. Neasa, late from work, jogged across the forecourt with a lunchbox.

Romantic Comedy

Accidentally Engaged

Bronagh Fairburn

By nine o'clock on Friday morning, Niamh O'Connell had accidentally become engaged to Cormac Byrne, the one solicitor in Dublin who could make silence sound like a legal threat. The ring was not hers. The building was barely theirs. The photograph was already halfway to becoming public property. Fair Day Rooms held its breath around her: old wood, kettle steam, rain on the high glass, and the brass donation bell dented by decades of hopeful hands.

Romantic Comedy

Accidentally Yours on Platform Four

Bronagh Fairburn

By seven twenty-two on a wet Tuesday morning, Molly Byrne had already lied to three strangers, one woman in a fluorescent cycling jacket, and the entire commuter population of South Dublin by way of a live radio segment that was supposed to make her career look professional, not legally interesting. This was not, to be fair, how the morning had been briefed.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

After Midnight

Skye Wilder

Night Ward — Book One · Book 1

The Night Shift Starts Before Midnight The first ambulance arrived at 23:47 with its siren cut off halfway down the ramp, as if even the machine had run out of breath. Dr. Siobhán Daly heard the wheels before she saw the trolley. A hard metallic rattle came through the ambulance bay doors, then a paramedic’s voice, clipped flat by rain and urgency. “Twenty-two-year-old male, found collapsed outside St.

Celebrity Romance

After They Call Cut

Caoimhe Kildare

THE LAST SCENE The last thing Maeve Callaghan ever said as Eilidh Kerr was not written in the script. It was not supposed to be said at all. The script had given her silence. After fourteen years, eight seasons, three wars, two fictional children buried and four fictional grandchildren born, a shipwreck, a hanging narrowly avoided, one revolution, a fever that had taken six weeks to film and roughly ten minutes to survive on screen, and more mud than any actress should reasonably be expected to swallow for art, Eilidh Kerr’s final instruction was simple.

Music Industry Romance

After the Chorus

Ivy Donnachaidh

Fionn Kavanagh learned young that Saoirse Byrne could turn love into ambition, and the betrayal taught him never to be anyone’s convenient story again. Years later, music puts them back in the same orbit as Saoirse reaches for a second chance under the glare of a televised singing competition—and the history between them is far more permanent than either career ever was.

Science Fiction

After the Glasshouse

Eimear Kane

After the Glasshouse · Book 2

The candle did not burn down in the Glasshouse; it remembered. Nessa Foley discovered that at 03:17 on a Tuesday morning, barefoot on a floor that had once been polished for ministers, donors, mourning parents, and men who knew how to say the word transparency without ever letting light touch them. The white candle stood in the centre of the west archive table, no taller than her hand, its flame held upright inside the draught as if the air had signed a contract not to disturb it.

Reinvention Fiction

After the Last School Run

Mairéad Kellan

The last school run began with a lunchbox Maggie Byrne could not bring herself to throw away. It sat on the passenger seat of her car at twenty past eight on a wet Tuesday morning, pink plastic gone cloudy at the corners, one hinge cracked, the faded sticker of a cartoon fox half-peeled from the lid. There was nothing inside it except a folded kitchen towel and the stale ghost of apple slices, but Maggie had washed it twice the night before, dried it with the good tea towel, and set it by the kettle as though Aoife might come downstairs half asleep and ask where her blue jumper was.

Sports Romance

After the Match

Nessa Calder

Physiotherapist and single mother Aoife Byrne has built a careful life around work, community and her fierce nine-year-old daughter. When football star Eoin Daly returns home for a testimonial season, the boy she once loved walks back into the leisure centre carrying an injured knee, a changed life and the history neither of them has quite buried. As school visits, family loyalties and the pressure of public attention pull them closer, Aoife and Eoin must decide whether a second chance can be built from something quieter than grand gestures: trust, ordinary reliability, and the courage to stay after the match is over.

Family Drama / Film and Celebrity Romance

After the Silence

Iona Merrick

Lucy Steele had never seen so many mirrors. They lined every wall of the hallway, reflecting endless versions of herself — small and pale, eyes wide with cautious curiosity, dark curls bouncing slightly around her shoulders. She paused, mesmerized, reaching one finger out to touch her own reflection, leaving behind a smudge that blurred her image just enough to make it seem less real, more like a dream.

Contemporary Family Drama / Medical Romance

After the Wave

Laura Carpenter

When paediatric neurologist Niamh Kavanagh’s son suffers a seizure while his father Ciarán is trapped coordinating a flood response, an old fracture in their family opens again. Years later, when disaster forces duty, medicine and home onto the same fault line, Niamh and Ciarán must decide whether surviving the next wave means finally rebuilding what the last one broke.

Erotic Romance

Aftercare at Midnight

Sive Hart

At midnight, the harbour door locked from the inside. That was the rule on the bronze plaque beside the bell: no spectators after twelve, no phones beyond the velvet line, no touch without a yes that could survive morning. Mara Vale had written the words herself in a fit of stubborn optimism and made the sign-maker engrave them twice because the first version had put consent in smaller letters than discretion.

Avelrow Fiction

Algorithm of Us

Brígh MacNair

A contemporary Avelrow story about connection, consequence and the human choices that refuse to fit neatly into a system.

Small-Town Romance

All the Little Safeties

Laura Carpenter

Ana Byrne learned the weight of a secret at half past six on a Tuesday morning, standing barefoot on the cold tile of her bathroom with the sea still black beyond the window and a white plastic stick balanced on the rim of the sink like a verdict too small for the crime. The house was silent around her. Not peaceful. Silence, Ana had decided years ago, was only peace when someone had chosen it kindly.

YA Contemporary

All the Things We Pretended Didnt Matter

Niamh Vale

The video began with a locker door half open, a sleeve caught on the metal hook, and my name being said like it was a dare. Not shouted. That would have been easier. Shouting gave a person something to point at, a villain’s shape, a line in the corridor where the wrongness began. This was worse because it was quiet enough to sound private and clear enough to become public.

Marriage Fiction / Second-Chance Romance / Women's Fiction

All the Years I Never Saw You

Laura Carpenter

After actor Gabriel Hart's affair is exposed at a London premiere, his pregnant wife Clara must decide whether fifteen years of marriage can survive the truth. When a lost family locket sends Gabriel into twelve defining moments from their shared past, he learns that seeing what he missed cannot erase what he did—and that a second chance must be chosen in the present.

Marriage Fiction

Answers Left Unsaid

Laura Carpenter

Ninety minutes before the country began pretending it had not been waiting for him to fall apart, Jamie Vale stood in a disabled toilet off Studio Three and tried to remember the order of ordinary things. Water first. Face after. Breathing somewhere in between.

Epic Fantasy / Celtic Maritime Fantasy

Aonmara

Aisling Vire

The Fifth Ring Saga · Book 1

Sea, myth and old loyalties shape Aonmara, an epic Celtic maritime fantasy with a world built around what people owe one another. Its magic is large, but its choices remain deeply human.

Contemporary Romance / Heritage Preservation Romance

Archivists Dare

Laura Carpenter

Archives are built to preserve the past, but deciding what deserves a future is harder. Archivists Dare is a contemporary romance where heritage, conviction and attraction refuse to stay in separate boxes.

Celtic Fantasy

Ashes at Blackwater

Sadhbh Éireann

On the day Bríd Ó Corráin is buried, blood boils beneath a kettle in the Blackwater Arms and her missing St Brigid medal rises from it with a warning: the fourth ash wakes. As Niamh confronts the enigmatic Cian Vale and the secrets her family kept in the name of survival, a drowned kingdom lights beneath Blackwater Harbour and an ancient oath tied to her blood begins to break.

Institutional Thriller / Romantic Suspense

Ashline

E. L. Doherty

Crime Thriller

Assembly Point

Keir Devlin

Everyone knows where to gather when something goes wrong. Assembly Point turns that promise of order into a crime thriller about suspicion, fear and the moment a safe place stops feeling safe.

Space Opera

Asteriad

Cael Ardmore

the Asteriad Sequence · Book 1

Twelve years before every gate in human space learned her voice, Orla Kavanagh stood beneath Gate Twelve with a paper star in her pocket and a lie on her departure record. The lie was small enough to pass beneath notice. Archive tender maintenance. Three-person crew. Routine reciprocal inspection between Cork Ring and Vespera. Return window: four hours. Cargo: calibration glass, lattice probes, two sealed boxes of authenticated civic records, one spare pressure seal, and nothing that could inconvenience the Concord.

Women's Fiction / Small-Town Romantic Comedy

Aunties of the Apocalypse

Laura Carpenter

Small-town life is rarely quiet when the aunties have opinions. Aunties of the Apocalypse mixes community meddling, family loyalty and romantic chaos with the particular danger of everybody knowing everybody.

Celebrity Romance / Film-Set Family Romance

Backlot and Bedtimes

Caoimhe Kildare

Jacobite Historical

Before the Brave Key

Mairi Douglas

The key was still warm from the dead woman’s hand when Eilidh Cameron understood that loyalty had a sound: iron against bone, small as a breath, final as a kirk bell. She stood in the back passage of Harbour House with her apron streaked in lampblack and rain, while the dining room beyond the green baize door roared with men pretending history was something they could drink into obedience.

Edwardian Historical

Before the Broken Archive

Rowan Abernathy

The scandal began with a teacup, which was absurd enough to make London remember it. Not the kind of teacup a woman chose for comfort, not the thin blue china kept near a sickbed or the thick brown mug a kitchen maid wrapped both hands around before dawn. This one was porcelain from Limoges, painted with green vines and a rim of worn gilt, and it shattered against the marble hearth in the east drawing room of Ravenhurst House at precisely five minutes past four on an April afternoon in 1908.

Book Club Fiction

Before the Golden Promise

Fiadh Callister

The promise broke in front of everyone. It did not crack quietly in a kitchen or soften into something private and survivable; it snapped beneath the gold lights of the town hall, with three hundred phones raised, a minister smiling too hard, and Evelyn Hart standing at the lectern with her dead mother's brooch pinned over her heart like a little sun that had forgotten how to warm anything.

Mystery

Before the Hollow Oath

Aileen Muir

The oath bell rang at midnight, though every adult in Rowanmere said the bell had been dead for forty years. Mara Venn heard it from the narrow room above the old stationer’s shop, where she was supposed to be asleep beneath a quilt embroidered with crooked moons. She had been counting the cracks in the ceiling instead. There were twenty-seven if she counted only the proper cracks, thirty-two if she included the hair-thin one that looked like a river on a map, and one that had not been there before supper.

Celebrity Romance

Before the Interview

Caoimhe Kildare

Ninety minutes before the country began pretending it had not been waiting for him to fall apart, Jamie Vale stood in a disabled toilet off Studio Three and tried to remember the order of ordinary things. Water first. Face after. Breathing somewhere in between.

Medieval Historical

Before the Iron Chapel

Fergus MacAlpin

The bell from the iron chapel rang once before dawn, though every man in Emerald Harbour knew the chapel had no bell. It had not had one since the old raid, when fire took the roof, sea-wind took the ashes, and Lord Bradan's men swore the saints themselves had gone silent rather than bless the blood that soaked the flagstones. Fergus MacAlpin heard that single impossible note while standing ankle-deep in the tidal mud with a stolen child under his cloak and his own clan's oath-stone warm against his breast.

Historical Women's Fiction

Before the Lantern Sisterhood

Evelyn Ashford

When Elspeth March lifted the brass lantern from beneath her dead mother's bed, the handle came away black with soot and old blood. She did not scream. By twenty-nine, a woman who had buried a mother, kept a classroom through three winters of hunger, and learned to smile while men explained civilisation to her had spent all her screaming where no one could invoice her for the noise.

Irish Historical

Before the Last Ballad

Branna O'Dwyer

Emerald Harbour, 1882. Schoolmistress Nóra Friel turns a respectable charity concert into an act of rebellion when she sings the forbidden final verse of her father's ballad, exposing the hunger and evictions powerful men prefer unnamed. Arrested into the uneasy custody of Cormac Ó Dálaigh—a childhood friend now working among the very ledgers the town distrusts—Nóra discovers the song may point to proof of stolen relief, illegal evictions and a conspiracy her father died carrying.

Music Industry Romance

Before the Last Song

Ivy Donnachaidh

The microphone waited under a square of amber light, old chrome polished to a shine that made every secret in the Grand Ole Hall look expensive. Tate McGraw stood three feet from it with his guitar strap cutting a familiar line across his shoulder and his wedding ring hidden in the watch pocket of his black jeans, because some sins were too small for confession and too large for comfort.

Book Club Fiction

Before the Quiet Threshold

Fiadh Callister

The applause broke before Orla Wren reached the microphone. Not faded, not faltered, but broke, as if somebody had taken the room by both shoulders and shaken the manners out of it. One moment three hundred people were standing beneath the glass roof of the civic hall, clapping for the woman who had saved Threshold House from demolition; the next, a stranger in a green wool coat had lifted a brass strip from the ceremonial plinth and held it over her head like evidence at a trial.

Historical Women's Fiction

Before the Scarlet Ballad

Evelyn Ashford

The scarlet ribbon arrived before the accusation, which meant someone had planned mercy with one hand and ruin with the other. It lay across the silver salver like a vein drawn out of a living wrist, bright against the morning paper, brighter still against the ash-coloured light of the breakfast room. Clara Whitcombe did not touch it. A woman who had survived twenty-seven years in a house where silence was a language learned the value of letting objects speak first.

Irish Historical Fiction

Before the Scarlet Season

Branna O'Dwyer

Before the Scarlet Season lives in the uneasy space before change, when ordinary routines begin to carry a different weight. An Irish historical novel about family loyalties, private choices and what people sense before they are ready to name it.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

Bellavere at Midnight

Laura Carpenter

Bellavere Dynasty · Book 1

ONE HUNDRED YEARS At Bellavere Dublin, even the flowers had been instructed to look inherited. Maeve DeLuca knew because she had watched three men in dinner jackets and one terrified florist argue over a tower of white roses blocking half the eighteenth-century archway that led from the ballroom to the east service corridor. The florist kept saying, “Mr. Bellavere approved the concept.”

Romantic Comedy

Berlin Balcony Bet

Bronagh Fairburn

The Basil War By half past six on a Thursday morning, Lena Hartmann had already ruined one blouse, insulted a basil plant, and discovered that the man in 4B owned a watering can shaped like a duck. The blouse had been white. That was its first mistake. Its second mistake was existing within range of the espresso machine in Lena's kitchen, which had started the day with a cough, a hiss, and then a violent brown sneeze across her ribs.

Upmarket Fiction

Best Helper Means You Stayed

Blair Dunvegan

After the Band • Book Three · Book 3

Hold the Room The first thing Eli heard was the silence going wrong. Not quiet. Not peace. The ugly kind - a dead, electric pause where the theater should have been humming with preshow life and instead sounded like a room holding its breath under bad news. He was already moving before anybody called his name, headset hanging around his neck, flashlight between his teeth, one hand on the narrow booth door as the old Rialto shivered around him like a body waking from a nightmare.

Gothic Romance

Blackthorn Mercy

Ailsa Crowe

The solicitor had said Blackthorn House would be difficult to miss. Mara Quinn thought that was the sort of thing men said when they had never arrived anywhere in a hire car during hard rain with a cracked phone screen, a dying battery, and the sick certainty that the past had been sitting upright all these years, waiting for her to come back and look it in the face.

Gothic Romance

Blackthorn Vows

Ailsa Crowe

The Summons The letter arrived at 6:17 on a Thursday evening, when Dr Eve Harkin was standing barefoot on her kitchen tile with a mug of cold tea in one hand and a police transcript in the other. She noticed the envelope before she noticed the knock. Cream paper. Heavy. Her name written in black ink by a hand that had either been trained in convent cruelty or old money.

Science Fiction

Blackwater Paradox

E. M. Keane

Time-Split Hearts · Book 1

At 19:07 on Blackwater Bridge, a temporal overlap opens and Elias Mercer comes face to face with Nora Bell—the woman he remembers as his wife, and who does not remember him at all. A handwritten note, a watch and physical traces from another timeline suggest their impossible marriage was real, while the lab studying the anomaly grows dangerously interested in what can cross between worlds. Blackwater Paradox is a time-slip romantic suspense novel about memory, evidence and whether love can survive when time itself keeps rewriting the record.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

Blackwater Road Club

Laura Carpenter

Rain came sideways over the Blackwater Road pitch, the sort of rain that did not fall so much as arrive with an opinion. It drove under hoods, into sleeves, behind collars, into the soft places at the back of the knees where tracksuit bottoms clung and gave up. By half past seven on a February evening, every coat along the sideline had gone the same dark colour.

Contemporary Romance / Market Community Romance

Bloom and Brine

Laura Carpenter

The house woke in layers: pipes first, then the low throat-clearing of the kettle, then the soft lamp in the hall throwing lemon-coloured light across the runner Ava kept bunching with her socks. Niamh moved through it all before dawn with the alert, practised quiet of a woman who could not afford a sloppy morning. She liked those first minutes because nobody wanted anything yet.

Multi-Generational Fiction

Blue Smoke Gold Light

Malcolm Inveraray

The Driver’s Son The first rule in the Carr house was that music was never background. It mattered even when it came from the radio in the kitchen, even when it leaked in broken pieces from Ronan Carr’s study, even when it was only Eliza humming through her teeth because she had been told, twice already, to stop touching the piano with jam on her fingers. Music was not decoration.

Contemporary Romance

Borrowed Bridesmaid

Bronagh Fairburn

Wedding planner Aoife Byrne is used to fixing other people's disasters, but when a bridesmaid vanishes on the morning of a Boston wedding, Aoife ends up in the satin dress herself. Cian Fairchild—the groom's blunt, practical half-brother from Donegal—sees straight through her emergency-plan armour. What begins as one impossible wedding becomes a romance stretched between Boston and Donegal, where choosing each other means making room for work, family, distance, weather, and a life neither of them has to abandon.

Small-Town Romance

Borrowed Cottage Hearts

Sorcha Lennox

Ronan O’Doherty had never liked the way the cottage fell quiet at night. It wasn’t real quiet, not with the wind coming in off the Atlantic and rattling the old storm windows, and the sea pushing itself up against the harbour wall like it might finally work out how to climb. The pipes clanked, the turf in the grate sighed and settled, and somewhere down the hall his father snored like a tractor that ought to be retired.

Romantic Comedy

Borrowed Honeymoon

Laura Carpenter

Evidence The morning I finally take the tickets out again, I do it like I’m handling evidence. They’ve been living in the back of my handbag for months, wedged behind receipts and lip balm, as if hiding them could make them less real. Two names printed in neat black type. Two seats. Two weeks in Venice. A honeymoon that never happened because my fiancé left before the wedding and the world kept moving as if heartbreak were a weather system.

Book Club Fiction

Borrowed Vows Volume One

Fiadh Callister

Borrowed Vows · Book 1

Promise Law Lantern Rain came in sideways, the kind that found the gap between collar and skin and wrote its name there. Aisling stood beneath the Civic Offices overhang, watching the Liffey move like a dark thought. The river threw up the city in little broken pieces—lamp filigree, bus lights, the pale oval of a gull—and she let it. Her hands were stuffed into her coat pockets, fingers worrying the corner of an index card until it went soft at the edges.

Small-Town Romance

Bowl and Broth

Laura Carpenter

Rain stitched the glass over the market into a soft quilt, each pane a patch catching the morning. Up in the loft nook, Aoife Hanratty set her fingertips to the centred clay and listened the way other people watch. A steady wheel, a steady breath. She opened the lump with her thumbs and drew the wall up, guarding it with her palms until a bowl stood there—simple, willing, almost itself.

Mystery

Boys of the Relief Map

Aileen Muir

The Hill That Wasn’t There Finn O’Daly knew the town had been lying about being flat for years. Nobody else seemed bothered by this. Adults looked at the roads and saw roads. They looked at the shopping precinct and saw shops, the estate behind Saint Jude’s and saw houses, the narrow strip behind the leisure centre and saw somewhere a council van ought to be parked.

Medical Romance

Breaking Sterile

Cormac Kearney

Night Ward · Book 1

At Galway University Hospital, the distance between keeping someone alive and letting someone close can be measured in seconds. Breaking Sterile launches Night Ward with two medical professionals carrying impossible pressure, private wounds and a trust neither of them can afford to fake. In a place where life hangs by a thread, intimacy is not an escape from the work — it is another risk with consequences.

Sports Romance

Bylines and Sidelines

Nessa Calder

Rain stitched the evening into something close and salt-tanged, and Sive Ní Chathasaigh stood with her back to the chain-link, watching cones go down in perfect rows. Her girls trotted out in twos and threes, chatter bouncing; hurleys tapped like impatient metronomes against shins. The floodlights kept their own weather—moths, tiny halos, a hard white sheen on wet grass.

Science Fiction

Calyx Protocol

Iseabail Vance

Contemporary Romance / Distillery Romance

Cask Strength

Laura Carpenter

A distillery, a complicated attraction and more history than either side can neatly bottle. Cask Strength is a contemporary romance with warmth, friction and a strong sense of place.

Domestic Suspense

Child in Negative Space

Ciaran Mercer

Aoife tasted smoke long before she saw the fire. Even with the window jammed shut, it seeped in under the crooked frame, the way everything from outside did in this house – arguments on the street, sirens, laughter, the boys singing sectarian songs when they were drunk enough to forget the neighbours’ politics. She lay flat on her back, one hand spread over the small, hard curve of her belly, and watched the orange flicker crawling up her ceiling.

Holiday Romance

Christmas at Lighthouse Point

Aoife Winters

The lighthouse lamp failed twelve days before Christmas, and the first person to notice was the woman everyone in Emerald Harbour had learned not to pity. Mara Keane stood at the end of the pier with a box of donated paper angels under one arm, a municipal clipboard under the other, and the taste of old panic at the back of her throat. Across the black water, Lighthouse Point should have been breathing its steady white pulse over the bay—three seconds of light, three seconds of dark, the town’s oldest reassurance.

Sports Romance / Community Women’s Fiction

Claddaghmore Gaels

Laura Carpenter

Claddaghmore Gaels sequence

Sport, community and the loyalties built around both sit at the heart of Claddaghmore Gaels. It is a romance about belonging to a team, a town and, eventually, to someone.

Chapter Books

Clodagh and the Teacup Train

Clodagh Fairlie

Avelrow Chapter Book Shelf

The first coat lifted off its peg at ten minutes past four, which was a terrible time for a coat to develop opinions. It was Mrs Hegarty's yellow raincoat, the one with two pockets full of old receipts and one sleeve that smelt faintly of peppermint creams. It rose slowly, as if trying not to be noticed, and bumped its hood against the ceiling of St Brigid Community Hall.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

Clover and Riverlight

Laura Carpenter

The Good Cups The kettle sang like it had heard gossip and was morally obliged to spread it. Aunt Máiréad tapped the handle twice before she lifted it. Once for luck, once because she trusted nothing that came to a boil too quickly. Maeve stood on the footstool beneath the good-cup cupboard, eight years old, trusted with porcelain but not boiling water, which felt like a personal insult and a sensible policy at the same time.

Psychological Horror

Come Home, Mara Vale

Lachlan Ashen

Independent investigator Mara Vale is publicly discredited at a national integrity hearing when impossible ash, a sealed childhood institution called Ash House, and the voice of her missing brother force her back toward the family secrets and official records she has spent her career exposing.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

Council Estate Saints

Laura Carpenter

The first time the fire door failed, nobody called it failure. They called it sticky. They called it one of those things. They called it the sort of problem you reported twice, maybe three times if you had the patience for the online portal and a password that had not expired while you were trying to remember whether you had used a capital letter or the name of the dead dog.

Sports Romance / Community Wedding Romance

County and Wedding

Nessa Calder

Claddaghmore Gaels sequence

A wedding brings the Claddaghmore community together with all the old loyalties, sporting rivalries and romantic complications that follow. County and Wedding is warm, lively and rooted in people who know one another too well.

Romantic Suspense / Journalist-Protector Romance

Crossfire Vows

Skye MacLeod

Sentinel Agency

A journalist, a protector and a story dangerous enough to put both under pressure. Crossfire Vows is romantic suspense where trust has to hold while the truth keeps moving.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

Crossing Home

Laura Carpenter

The ferry bell rang once for the living and twice for the dead, and on Inish Rua everyone knew which count the sea preferred. By nine that November night, Captain Niall O’Rourke had already carried three nurses, a crate of antibiotics, two sacks of lamb meal, and one furious priest across a black channel that had no interest in mercy. The fourth crossing should have been cancelled.

Upmarket Fiction

Crowd Noise Off

Blair Dunvegan

Noise The first thing Conor Ward deleted from his father was a cough. Not the famous voice. Not yet.

Urban Fantasy

Daywalker Inc: Bloodline Protocol

Aislin Morrigan

The first rule at Daywalker Inc was not written on the glass wall in the lobby, or printed in the employee handbook with its expensive paper and its suspiciously cheerful diagrams about workplace wellness. It was not mentioned in the induction video, which featured smiling interns pretending not to fear the blood-fridge, or in the legal disclaimer that ran for eleven minutes before anyone was allowed near a needle.

Cozy Mystery

Death at the Jam Table

Bridie Rowan

At Ballycuan's St Brigid fair, jam judge Fintan Vale is found dead beside two near-identical blackberry jars—one bearing Mara Kelleher's name. As librarian Cillian Struan notices an old recipe card, a stained heritage map and a storm lamp tied to secrets the village would rather preserve, a cozy competition becomes an investigation into buried family and community history.

Cozy Mystery

Death at the Knitting Circle

Bridie Rowan

Mabel Finch knew the charity blanket had gone wrong before anyone screamed. It lay across the trestle table in the parish hall like a small, well-behaved meadow, all sage squares and cream borders, all elderly patience and raffle-ticket virtue, except for the stitch near the centre. One dropped loop. One loose mouth of wool, dark as tea left too long in the pot.

Paranormal Fantasy

Dont Open the Red Door

Muirne Dubhán

The Red House Cycle, Book Three · Book 3

The Vale Hotel had been closed for eleven years, but the bells still rang. Not often. Not with any rhythm a sensible person could name. They waited for fog, for the hour after midnight when the Atlantic pressed its black shoulder against the cliffs and every road into Ballyrue narrowed under hawthorn and salt. Then one bell would answer another in the walls, a thin silver shiver travelling through the old service wires, from the kitchens to the linen rooms, from the linen rooms to the third-floor suites, from the third-floor suites down to the east corridor where the red door sat at the end like a sealed mouth.

Contemporary Family Drama / Protective Romance

Doors Before Diamonds

Laura Carpenter

All the Law The mornings settled themselves into a choreography no one had rehearsed but all of them somehow knew. Maeve kept one palm curved under Sorcha’s small skull and the other balancing Seamus’s bottle while the kettle ticked itself toward the boil. RJ clattered bowls like cymbals, delighted to be assigned “dry hand” for the breakfast-table clean-line; Ellie prowled barefoot in her bunny pyjamas until she made her choice—up, always up—and scaled Rowan as if he were the only mountain on the island, koala-clinging to his shoulder with the solemn focus of a mountaineer and then dissolving into giggles when he swayed.

Contemporary Romance / Celebrity Family Drama

Doorways

Laura Carpenter

Public lives and private family fractures meet in Doorways. This contemporary romance is shaped by celebrity, loyalty and the choices made when a familiar life opens onto something new.

Holiday Romance

Emergency Contact Ex

Aoife Winters

Emergency Contact: Ex Aoife Winters Emergency Contact Ex · Book 1

The first time Maeve Callaghan became someone’s emergency contact, she was half drunk on cheap prosecco and completely sober about the disaster she was marrying. Not that she was marrying him, exactly. Not then. Back then, Finn O’Rourke was twenty-eight, beautiful in a way that annoyed sensible women, and standing in the corridor outside Studio Three with a bleeding eyebrow, a microphone lead round his ankle, and the kind of grin that could get a man forgiven before the crime had even finished introducing itself.

Music-Industry Romantic Suspense / Celebrity Romance

Encore for Two

Ivy Donnachaidh

Crisis manager Nora Vale is hired to steady widowed music icon Rowan Keane after a comeback-show leak resurrects a decades-old disappearance. As buried recordings, family loyalties and public scandal close in, the pair must decide whether truth can protect the people they love without destroying the second chance growing between them.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

Endless Adoration

Laura Carpenter

Days to Come Saga • · Book 5

The kitchen was a riot of sound and motion, the kind of chaos that came from four children all insisting on being in the same space at once. The twins were shrieking over a spilled bag of flour, their older brother drumming a wooden spoon against the counter in protest of not being heard, and the baby, barely toddling, wobbled toward the oven with dangerous intent.

Medical-Legal Thriller

Every Quiet Thing

E. L. Doherty

The sea had a way of pretending it was innocent. From the lane above the cliffs it looked almost gentle — slate-grey, flecked with pale foam, breathing in and out like something asleep. The wind did the loud work, flinging rain sideways, rattling the gorse, making a song of the wire fences. Down below, the tide kept its own counsel. Nora Fallon walked that path with her coat pulled tight and her hair half loose, as if she’d forgotten she was meant to be careful.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

Every Room Has a Witness

Laura Carpenter

The first notice arrived folded into the mouth of a brown envelope and stamped twice, as if the county itself had lost patience and struck the paper harder the second time. Nóra Harte found it on the kitchen table at six fourteen in the morning, beneath the chipped blue mug her mother had used until the day she died, beside a school permission slip for Finn’s hurling blitz and three coins saved for the hospital vending machine.

Missing Person Thriller

Everyone Saw Her Leave

Aidan Kerrigan

Emerald Harbour Missing • · Book 1

1989 By half nine the summer carnival had stopped pretending it belonged to children. The toddlers with painted cheeks had been carried home sticky with sugar. The parish raffle had ended in a dispute over a ham nobody admitted wanting. Teenagers had taken possession of the grass behind Saint Brigid’s Hall, the older boys leaning against the railings as if they had personally invented cigarettes, the girls moving in bright packs between the music tent and the harbour road.

Standalone Thriller

Faceless

Keir Devlin

Faceless is a fractured contemporary romance about intimacy, identity and the cost of being truly seen after trust has already been broken. It asks what remains when appearances are no longer enough.

Celebrity Romance

Fake for the Craic True as Rain

Caoimhe Kildare

Crown & Clover — The Brighthelm Saga

The first lie Maeve Devlin ever told Rowan of Brighthelm was that she had only agreed to the tour because the palace had asked nicely. It was a ridiculous lie, for several reasons. The palace did not ask nicely. It issued invitations in cream envelopes thick enough to stop a small draught, with embossing that looked as if it had been pressed by a man who believed democracy was a passing fever.

Women's Fiction / Romantic Suspense

Ferry Weather

Rhys MacIan

On the Galway coast, Nora Fahey faces a possession notice that threatens Ardglass House and uncovers a buried family scandal, while Ciaran Vale returns with evidence that the fight over her home reaches far beyond property. A women's fiction romantic suspense novel about family, inheritance, truth, and the price of staying.

Crime Thriller

Final Fall

Aidan Kerrigan

Once the ground shifts, every certainty becomes evidence. Final Fall is a crime thriller about suspicion, consequence and the point at which one wrong step can no longer be taken back.

Cyber Romantic Suspense / Tech Thriller

Firewall Heart

Rowan Kincaid

Green Metronome The monitor’s heartbeat went from a green metronome to a jagged hymn and then to a flat white line that sang with a sound Helena Kincaid had spent a decade training her body not to flinch at. NICU. Red wash lighting. A nurse with a halo of flyaway curls whispered keep breathing, little love, and the generator coughed like an old man clearing smoke.

Romantic Comedy

Flirting with the Wrong Brother

Bronagh Fairburn

The first time Clara Hart flirted with the wrong brother, she was holding a dead centrepiece, wearing one shoe, and lying to a parish priest. In her defence, the centrepiece had not been dead when she collected it from the van. It had been merely dramatic, which was different. White roses were allowed to droop if the room was warm, if the florist had overwatered the foam, or if God had decided that a wedding in Ballycove should begin with a small floral martyrdom.

Later-Life Romance / Multigenerational Family Fiction

Forever Ours

Laura Carpenter

Evergreen Market

Family Saga

Four Generations of June

Malcolm Inveraray

On the morning the house chose its witness, June Muir laid four photographs on the kitchen table and turned each one face down. She did it with the care other women reserved for communion cloths or newborn cardigans: thumb at the corner, breath held, heart behaving itself only because she had trained it, over seventy-six years, to keep quiet in company. The table was older than any living person in Ardglassan.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

Fragment of Us

Laura Carpenter

First Light Ciara remembered forever as a word Daniel had once spoken without ceremony, in a doorway dampened by rain, when neither of them yet understood how memory could turn a promise into disputed evidence. The kettle worried at the quiet behind her. Rain silvered the window, and the flat seemed to gather itself around the question he had brought home. Daniel stood with rain darkening his shoulders, steady and uncertain at once, as though courage were simply the refusal to leave before hearing the answer.

Small-Town Romance

Girls of Copper Street

Sorcha Lennox

Ferry Ticket The ferry terminal at two in the morning looked less like a place for travel than a place where people came to be judged by fluorescent lights. Grace Mallon stood beneath one of them with her hood stuck to the back of her neck, her suitcase listing against her shin, and a paper cup of tea cooling in her hand because she had forgotten she was holding it.

Science Fiction

Glitch Hearts

Cian Rutherford

The rain started before the ferry lights came on. By half six the windows of Doyle’s Spar were silvered with Atlantic mist, the whole street outside blurred into wet halos and brake lights and people running with hoods over their heads like the weather had personally offended them. Clonmara always looked half haunted in weather like this. Not dangerous. Just old.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

Graydon and Lyoness

Laura Carpenter

She lets the kettle sing because if she cuts the song short, the day will feel unfinished. Steam rounds the kitchen window; she rubs a small circle clear with her knuckles and sees the Liffey in its expensive grey. Seven months along, nineteen years old, and somehow both. Orla answers her palm with a deliberate push—hello, I’m here—then settles like tide easing against a harbour wall.

Book Club Fiction

Growing Together

Fiadh Callister

The Kettle Song She lets the kettle sing because if she cuts the song short, the day will feel unfinished. Steam rounds the kitchen window; she rubs a small circle clear with her knuckles and sees the Liffey in its expensive grey. Seven months along, nineteen years old, and somehow both. Orla answers her palm with a deliberate push—hello, I’m here—then settles like tide easing against a harbour wall.

Romantic Suspense / Celebrity Protection

Guarded Lights

Laura Carpenter

Sentinel Files · Book 2

Protection is supposed to create distance. In Guarded Lights, celebrity, danger and unwanted closeness make that impossible in a romantic suspense story about trust under watch.

Protector Romance

Guarded by the Storm

Skye MacLeod

The letter arrived in a dead man’s waterproof coat. Not in the post, not with a neat stamp and a civilised knock, but folded into the oilskin pocket of a fisherman who had been dragged from the Minch with his hands still clenched as if he had tried to hold the sea shut. Isla Kerr saw the coat before she saw the body, and that was what stayed with her: the yellow sleeve lifting in the wind like a warning flag, the black buttons shining wet, the torn cuff caught on the rusted hook beside the pier office door.

Historical Romance / Family Saga

Hearth

Laura Carpenter

Rowan Glen · Book 1

She was promised a future. She chose a life. Hearth opens the Rowan Glen saga with two people looking across a hard-won Scottish landscape and deciding that home will not be something inherited, granted or guaranteed — it will be something they build. Warm, sweeping and grounded in the practical work of love, family and survival, this is a story about choosing each other when the future has to be made from almost nothing.

Celebrity Romance

Highland Hearts

Caoimhe Kildare

Highland Hearts · Book 1

The first thing Sorcha Byrne noticed about Ewan MacLeod was that he had learned how to make himself smaller. It was ridiculous, because there was nothing small about him. Not his height, not the breadth of him in the dark wool coat he had not bothered to take off, not the quiet pull he seemed to exert on every person in the holding room without offering them so much as a smile.

Crime & Thriller

In Her Defence

Keir Devlin

The Gavel Falls The first time Cassidy O’Connell sees Aidan Voss, he’s not in a courtroom. Between scenes, the city keeps its own ledger: small kindnesses credited against bureaucratic cruelties, a balance that never quite zeroes. Cassidy learns to count it anyway, because accounting is how you keep doors open and people brave. The detective’s chair is an argument disguised as furniture—too low, so you feel large and guilty reaching down to meet him.

Holiday Romance

Killarney Christmas

Aoife Winters

Killarney Wakes Killarney wakes in a hush that tastes of pine and the sea, a breath held between weather fronts, and Niamh Kelleher sets her shoulder to the morning like it’s an old friend. The fairy lights along the front parlour window blink in a slow heartbeat while she ices trays of cinnamon buns, a flurry of sugar settling on the oak like first snow. Radio Kerry chimes the forecast—“a cold snap, mind yourselves”—and in the pause before the kettle clicks, she hears a taxi’s tyres hiss past the guesthouse and splash the kerb.

Time Travel SF

Last Train From Tomorrow

Cian Rutherford

ZERO HOUR · Book 1

At 11:48 p. m. , Niamh Keating had six hundred and twelve stranded passengers, one failed signal relay, a stag party attempting harmony in three different keys, and a missing emotional-support ferret. The ferret was, so far, the only problem anybody had described as a catastrophe. “Her name is Brenda,” said the woman on Platform Four, for the third time. “She answers to Brenda.”

Historical Romance / Ancient Rome

Laurelvow

Eilidh Ross

Laurelvow Romances • Book One

In ancient Rome, physician Aurelia is called beneath the arena to save Cassian Varro, a celebrated champion whose promised freedom is being turned into public spectacle. As medicine, politics, coercive contracts and powerful patrons close around them, Aurelia and Cassian must decide what freedom means when bodies, labour and even the official record can be owned by someone else. Laurelvow is a historical romance about consent, survival and a love that begins where ownership ends.

Medical-Legal Thriller

Lets Go Counsel

E. L. Doherty

The gavel cracked once—sharp, echoing against the wood-paneled walls—and every muscle in Nina Daley’s body went rigid. She told herself it was muscle memory. Pavlov’s dog with a baritone hammer. The sound that had ended her life once before. Her fingers brushed the worn leather of the briefcase at her side, a second-hand buy from a consignment shop near Dupont Circle, the place that catered to the daughters of ambassadors who didn’t care where the money came from.

Reinvention Fiction

Marrowglass After Closing

Mairéad Kellan

The cracked blue teacup was waiting on the coffin as if the dead woman had set it down herself and nipped out to scold the caterers. Nobody admitted seeing who put it there. Nobody admitted anything at Marrowglass House unless admission came with a tax advantage, a photographer, or a solicitor present. Mairéad Callan noticed it first because she had spent forty-two years noticing the thing everyone else tried to look past.

Civic Cozy Mystery

Minutes of a Marriage That Did Not Sit

Orla Ashdown

Councillor and part-time actress Imogen Vale discovers the official minutes say she cast the deciding vote to demolish St Brigid's Court—the estate where her sister lives—even though the same record marks her absent and she was performing miles away. A mysterious notation points to an obsolete spousal-proxy rule and drags her estranged husband, county archivist Daniel, into a civic mystery about forged procedure, altered records and who has the power to make a false decision become official truth.

Mother–Daughter Fiction

Mother of the Bride and Other Wars

Fiona Ainslie

The first war began with a seating plan and a dead woman’s handwriting. It was not the dramatic sort of war, not at first. No one threw a vase, no one fainted beautifully into the arms of a man with a square jaw and an inconveniently available inheritance, and no one announced a secret pregnancy over smoked salmon. It began, as most family wars do, with a woman standing alone in a kitchen at midnight, holding a piece of paper that should have been blank.

Epic Political Fantasy

Mournfire

Aisling Vire

MOURNFIRE CYCLE • BOOK ONE · Book 1

Oaths, ambition and political power burn through Mournfire. This epic fantasy is concerned with what loyalty costs when every side has a reason to call itself right.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

Nearly There God Love Us

Laura Carpenter

Crown & Clover — The Brighthelm Saga

One True Thing The first missed call came through while Rowan of Brighthelm was standing beside a pallet of winter blankets in an aircraft hangar that smelled of diesel, rain, and other people's emergencies. He felt the phone buzz against his hip and did not reach for it. That was how disaster usually entered royal life: not with a scream, not with a headline, not even with a locked door, but with one small vibration ignored because duty had been placed in a man's hands and a photographer had been placed ten feet away to make sure he held it correctly.

Belfast Crime Thriller / Romantic Suspense

Night Harbour

Rowan Kincaid

Belfast Night Crimes · Book 1

At that hour Belfast belonged to wind, black water, and the sort of men who mistook darkness for a deed. The cranes loomed over the docks like iron saints gone feral, long arms braced above the shipping lanes while the river shoved oil-dark against the pilings. Rust, salt, diesel, old bad decisions - the whole harbour reeked of them. She should not have answered the phone.

Contemporary Romance

Notting Dale Neighbors

Laura Carpenter

Wall Notes & Warm Coats

Walls are thin, neighbours notice everything and privacy is never quite as private as hoped. Notting Dale Neighbors finds its romance in proximity, everyday kindness and the trouble of becoming familiar.

Mythic Maritime Fantasy

Oathtide

Fionnlagh MacAlpin

Oathtide Cycle • Book One · Book 1

Saltwater, old oaths and a world shaped by the sea give Oathtide its mythic pull. This maritime fantasy is about loyalty, consequence and promises that refuse to stay buried.

Dark Romance

Obedience Rule

Ciara Voss

Rules of Power · Book 1

Independent counsel Priya Sen is hired to investigate Kade International after a leaked dossier alleges surveillance, coercion and abuse of private data. Adrian Kade expects scrutiny; he does not expect the one woman determined to keep him outside the investigation—or the power exchange neither of them can treat as harmless. A dark contemporary romance about consent, control, privacy and what happens when desire collides with accountability.

Sports Drama Romance

Off Course

Bronagh Fairburn

High Tide Trilogy · Book 1

After a near-catastrophic rig failure threatens his offshore racing campaign, skipper Ronan Kearney needs one strategist brilliant enough to keep the team competitive: Maeve Sullivan, the navigator tied to the part of his past he has never managed to put right. Bringing her back to County Down means old loyalties, old hurt and championship pressure collide on the same deck. Off Course is a high-stakes sports romance about trust under pressure, second chances and two people learning that winning means very little if they repeat the same old mistakes.

Science Fiction

Orbit Arrival

Eimear Kane

Orbit Colony • Book One · Book 1

No Sky Left By the time Orla Quinn saw the blood on the boarding glass, she already knew Earth was trying to keep her. It always had - with grief, with debt, with the red-brick kitchen in Belfast where every goodbye tasted like over-steeped tea. The man wiping his split lip with the back of his hand was only the latest method. The departure hall for North Atlantic Launch Terminal Three had been built to make poor people feel grateful.

Romantic Comedy

Perfectly Off Balance

Bronagh Fairburn

Kiss & Cry Club • · Book 1

The Last Ordinary Thing The first sign that Evan Mercer was about to ruin Róisín Quinn’s life was that he stopped protecting his left shoulder. Not recklessly. Evan Mercer had not survived seventeen years of pair skating, two Olympic cycles, four surgeries, one wedding, seven coaches, eleven international flights delayed by weather, and a deeply personal feud with airline baggage handlers by being reckless.

Equestrian Romantic Suspense / Sports Romance

Reinbound

Keela Northmere

After a championship accident shatters elite rider Maeve Callaghan’s certainty, recovery pulls her back into a world of horses, family pressure, sabotage and surveillance—where trust must be rebuilt carefully enough to become a choice rather than another command.

Adventure Readers

Ruairi and the River That Ran Uphill

Ruairí Faolán

Twelve-year-old Ruairi Faolan knows water is supposed to run downhill—until the stream outside Harbour House School climbs the yard and an old Ravenmere ledger knocks beneath his hand. When a century-old ferry ticket appears with his name on it and a sealed school wing opens onto an impossible stair, Ruairi learns the town once borrowed ten children from the river and never properly returned them.

Memoir

Salt on the Good China

Fiona Strathmore

The ring was in the salt jar because my mother had trusted salt more than banks, solicitors, priests, daughters, and men with clean cuffs. Cillian Struan found it with his thumb bleeding into a saucer of coarse flakes while half the parish stood behind him pretending not to stare. I was holding the good china when he said my name, and for one bright, stupid second I thought he had broken a cup.

Historical Romance / Family Saga

Saltwater Vows

Eilidh Ross

Cozy Mystery

Scones, Secrets, and One Dead Councillor

Orla Ashdown

The first scone to cause a death in Emerald Harbour was not, strictly speaking, poisoned. Molly Fenn would later be very firm on that point, because a woman might survive gossip, debt, heartbreak, and one catastrophic fringe cut, but she could not survive a village deciding her almond-and-blackcurrant scones were murder weapons. The scone was innocent. The man beside it was another matter entirely.

Paranormal Fantasy

Splinter Bride

Isla Vire

The House That Kept Its Teeth The first thing Seraphina Reed knew after the wedding was that the house was breathing. Not properly. Not like a living thing with lungs and mercy. It breathed the way old wood breathed in storms—swelling, complaining, remembering every hand that had ever struck it and every secret it had been asked to swallow. The sound moved through the walls in a long, damp groan, and for one sick second she thought she was still in the church, still standing under the white avalanche of flowers with the veil pinned too tightly to her scalp and every eye in County Clare waiting for her to say yes.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

Stormproof aghra

Laura Carpenter

The bell in the debate hall rang half a second off true, cracked somewhere down its brass throat years before either of them had arrived at St. Aidan’s, and Maeve Gallagher loved it for the same reason she loved Derry in the rain—because imperfections sounded honest if you listened long enough. Most people at St. Aidan’s mistook confidence for volume. Maeve knew better.

Family Secrets Fiction

Summer of Almost Everything

Rhys MacIan

Contemporary Irish Coastal Romance

THE LION'S LOST HEIR

Bridie Byrne McGuinness

The needle liked to sing when Willow worked—thin notes of metal and breath that soothed brides and steadied her own hands. Today it trembled. She tightened the corset laces the way her mother had taught her—two pulls, one whisper—and the bodice closed like a secret around the young woman’s ribs. Outside the atelier’s front glass, two men in municipal jackets loitered beside a clipboard and a strip of yellow tape that was not quite tape, not yet.

Contemporary Romance / Neurodiversity-Aware Women's Fiction

Tender Ground

Laura Carpenter

Paediatric occupational therapist Keira believes environments can be made kinder. Carpenter Liam believes broken things deserve patient hands. A sensory-friendly school project brings them together—and shows them that love, like a good room, is built through listening, boundaries, and small acts repeated until safety feels ordinary.

Shifter Romantasy

The Alphas Mark

Cillian Faelan

Red Moon Oath On the night Lyra Vale was told she would have to marry her enemy, the moon rose red over the carcass of a stag and every wolf in the valley went still. Her pack called it an omen. Lyra called it an insult, because Caelan Thorne was already standing in her father’s hall looking like the sort of trouble women wrote songs about and kingdoms buried sons over.

Epic Romantasy / Political Fantasy

The Blade-Vow Queen

Elowen Ravenscar

A crown is never only ceremony when loyalty is sharpened into a weapon. The Blade-Vow Queen is political romantasy about rule, dangerous devotion and the choices power demands from the person expected to hold it.

Epic Fantasy

The Bloodstar Heir

Aisling Vire

THE BOY BENEATH THE RED TIDE Ciaran Daire had learned, long before he had the height to reach a latch, that a man could survive almost anything if he kept his hands busy. That morning, his hands were in a barrel of brine up to the wrist. The salt bit into the old cracks across his knuckles, found the raw place under his thumbnail, and stung there with the private cheer of something delighted to be useful.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

The Body in the Archive Room

Laura Carpenter

The first thing Cormac Keane noticed was the ferry timetable in the dead woman’s hand. Not the blood. Not the angle of her shoulder against the bottom shelf. Not the shoe lying half under the grey archive table as if she had kicked it off in irritation and meant to come back for it once the county had finished annoying her. Those things arrived afterwards, in the ordinary terrible order.

Scottish Historical Fiction / Political Saga

The Broken Crown Legacy

Alina MacRae

The Broken Crown Legacy

Power passes through families as surely as memory does. The Broken Crown Legacy is a Scottish political saga about inheritance, divided loyalties and what survives after authority itself begins to fracture.

Contemporary Romance / Women's Fiction / Family Mystery

The Cottage We Promised

Laura Carpenter

Cottage Inheritance · Book 1

Aoife Byrne expects to inherit Primrose Cottage. She does not expect Cillian Hayes to own half of it—or a will requiring them to live there before either can sell. Then a second key opens a room under the stairs, and an old family feud begins to look less like history than a cover story.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

The Council of Sisters

Laura Carpenter

On national election count day in Wicklow, Nóra Kelleher receives evidence that could destroy careers, expose a buried family scandal, and prove that the women dismissed as background players have been keeping the county’s real record all along. As political pressure closes in, sisters, mothers and daughters must decide whether protecting family still means protecting the lie.

Romantic Comedy / Community Romance

The Doctor Is on Air

Bronagh Fairburn

Fionn Meadowes Romantic Comedies

Romantic Fantasy

The Door Beneath the Tide

Aisling Vire

Dúnmara Chronicles · Book 1

Epic Fantasy

The Drowned Oath

Aisling Vire

Dúnmara Chronicles · Book 4

The drowned boat came home without its men at the hour when the tide should have been going out. By then, Cara O’Dálaigh had learned to distrust every mercy that arrived clean. A boat returning was supposed to be a blessing. A small one, perhaps, compared with childbirth, harvest, fever breaking before dawn, or a husband’s hand finding yours beneath a table while men argued law around you as if women were furniture with opinions.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

The Garden Before Dawn

Laura Carpenter

Before dawn, the palace belonged to women who carried numbers in their heads and keys at their waists. That was not how men described it, of course. Men who ruled things in daylight liked to imagine the dark belonged to prayer, to silence, to their own unfinished thoughts turning dignified beneath carved ceilings. They thought the empire slept and woke under their names.

Gothic Romance

The Ghost at Ravensmere

Ailsa Crowe

Some legacies should stay buried. Some loves refuse to. The Ghost at Ravensmere opens the gates to a moonlit coastal estate where inheritance, desire and dangerous truths refuse to remain politely in the past. Ailsa Crowe blends gothic atmosphere, haunted family history and romance into a story where the house remembers more than its living occupants are prepared to admit.

Cozy Romantasy

The Hearth Witch and the Sea Prince

Iseabail Moonan

House Six Romantasy • Book One

Hearth magic meets saltwater royalty in The Hearth Witch and the Sea Prince. A cosy romantasy about belonging, bargains and two very different worlds finding common ground.

Epic Romantasy

The King Beneath the Ashes

Elowen Ravenscar

The Vaelith Crown · Book 1

Chapter One — The Village That Forgot Chapter Two — The Road That Remembered Chapter Three — The Things We Carry Chapter Four — The Words Beneath the Words

Climate Fiction / Speculative Fantasy

The Lantern Storm

Arden Frost

The Lantern Storm Chronicles · Book 1

A changed world is easier to measure than the choices people make inside it. The Lantern Storm is speculative climate fiction about resilience, consequence and the light people try to keep when familiar systems fail.

Contemporary Romantic Suspense / Infrastructure Thriller

The Last Sleeper

Keir Devlin

Infrastructure engineer Isla MacCrae catches an abnormal tilt at a rain-battered viaduct while management calls it weather and reputational risk. Coastguard rescuer Ewan hears the danger too. As failed cameras, altered logs and overloaded freight point toward deliberate interference, Isla must hold the line long enough to keep a sleeper train—and the town beneath it—safe, while trusting the steady man who refuses to let her stand alone.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

The Man Who Stayed

Laura Carpenter

The kettle was cold. That was the first thing Aisling Moore noticed when she opened the back door of her father’s house and let herself into the kitchen where half her childhood had happened in steam, quarrels, rashers, and people pretending not to cry. Not the dust lying grey along the windowsill. Not the stack of unopened letters held down by a chipped mug with GARDA COMMUNITY RAFFLE 2009 fading from blue to a tired sort of purple.

Women’s Fiction / Institutional Suspense

The Mercy Name

Laura Carpenter

Names can protect, conceal and bind people to institutions long after the paperwork says otherwise. The Mercy Name blends women’s fiction with institutional suspense, keeping family, identity and accountability close to the centre.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

The Night Map

Laura Carpenter

The bog road held its breath as the crowd settled, faces tipped up like flowers. Nell let the hush be the first lesson. She kept her gloves off so the cold could tutor her bones into paying attention, breath slow, shoulders loose. Beside her, Jamie tracked the edges—parking tucked, torches red, path markers wearing their little reflective tags like saints’ medals.

Romantic Comedy / Second-Chance Romance

The Plus-One Problem

Bronagh Fairburn

Two years after Aunt Deirdre’s death, Maeve Harrington receives one final instruction: bring a plus-one to her parents’ anniversary dinner, but not a safe lie. Then Rory Gallagher—the chaotic, camera-carrying man tied to the worst night of Maeve’s life—turns up on her doorstep. Three weeks, one empty chair and a town full of opinions leave Maeve facing the second chance she never planned to admit she wanted.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

The Radio Hour

Laura Carpenter

When a community radio broadcast exposes missing housing files and coerced family decisions, production assistant Nóra Hynes learns how quickly a microphone can become evidence. Years later, with the old scandal threatening the fragile life she has built, Nóra must decide whether protecting her family means keeping quiet—or turning the red light back on and letting the county hear what powerful people worked so hard to bury.

Edwardian Historical Fiction / Women’s Historical Fiction

The River Ballad

Rowan Abernathy

An Edwardian historical novel from Rowan Abernathy, pairing women's historical fiction with intimate consequence, social pressure and emotionally grounded storytelling.

Marriage Fiction

The Shape of a Marriage

Mairéad Quinn

The ring had been left in the sugar bowl, which was either a kindness or a crime, and Nóra Ríordan could not yet decide which. She found it at six nineteen on a Tuesday morning while the house still wore its night sounds: the boiler muttering behind the press, the old stair settling its bones, the sea beyond the harbour wall breathing in the dark like someone trying not to cry.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

The Sons of Emergency Light

Laura Carpenter

The first emergency light in the Galway count centre went red at twenty-three minutes past six, and every person beneath it pretended not to notice. That was how counties survived themselves: by giving danger a polite nod, making room for it beside the tea urn, and calling the whole performance community. Maeve Killeen noticed. She always noticed. Door codes, lanyard colours, the way a superintendent held his phone face down when a councillor’s wife passed, the little pause before a clerk said a name that used to be protected by old money.

Upmarket Women’s Fiction

The Summer We Told the Truth

Seren Muir

Some summers divide a life into before and after. The Summer We Told the Truth is a quiet, emotionally observant novel about family truths, reinvention and what becomes possible once silence is no longer useful.

Romantic Suspense / Family-Safety Romance

The Ties That Made Us

Laura Carpenter

Devlin Grove

Four years after Cillian Devlin left Belfast at seventeen for a life in London, he returns to Devlin Grove and finds Saoirse Tierney raising the twins he never knew. Saoirse survived pregnancy, violence, and the years he missed; wanting back in is not enough. As Cillian learns the ordinary work of fatherhood and Saoirse decides whether staying can ever feel safer than leaving, the tree where they first promised forever becomes the witness to a second chance neither of them can claim without earning.

Cozy Mystery

The Unfinished Market Society

Orla Ashdown

The train ticket was folded into four neat squares and tucked inside the dead woman’s hymn book, which would have been odd enough if the dead woman had ever been known to sing. Grace Gallagher noticed it before the undertaker did. She noticed because Grace had spent forty-two years noticing the things other people called background: the second cup left untouched, the market-stall receipt dated a day too early, the small tremor in a voice when a lie was dressed up as neighbourliness.

Paranormal Fantasy

The Vow Under Thornlight

Ailsa Crowe

Book One of the Thornlight Duet · Book 1

Ronan Black saw the car first. Not because he had been waiting for it. He had given up waiting for most things years ago: apologies, decent weather, a court that cared what money did behind closed doors, a letter from his father that was not folded around a demand. Waiting made men soft in the wrong places. It taught hope to sit at the table like an invited guest and eat everything before leaving you with the washing-up.

Scottish Historical Fiction / Historical Romance

The Winter Republic

Alina MacRae

When Eilidh Ross splits the king’s seal and refuses an order for winter evictions, one act of defiance turns the Scottish town of Inverglass into the beginning of a republic. With soldiers closing the roads and ordinary families forced to choose between obedience and survival, Captain Fraser becomes an uneasy ally in a cause neither of them can control—and a dangerous intimacy neither expected.

Crime & Thriller

Triage of Truth

E. L. Doherty

In medicine, triage decides what cannot wait. Triage of Truth turns the same pressure onto secrets and trust in a medical thriller where the truth becomes more dangerous the longer it is delayed.

Police Procedural

When the Cameras Stop

L. M. Devane

THE LAST SCENE The last thing Maeve Callaghan ever said as Eilidh Kerr was not written in the script. It was not supposed to be said at all. The script had given her silence. After fourteen years, eight seasons, three wars, two fictional children buried and four fictional grandchildren born, a shipwreck, a hanging narrowly avoided, one revolution, a fever that had taken six weeks to film and roughly ten minutes to survive on screen, and more mud than any actress should reasonably be expected to swallow for art, Eilidh Kerr’s final instruction was simple.

Gothic Fantasy

When the Monks Stopped Singing

Maeve D. Gealach

The bell in the crypt rang once, though no living hand had touched it in seventeen winters. Brother Malachy heard it through the kitchen floor while he was cutting black bread for the poor boxes, the knife paused halfway through the heel, crumbs clinging to the edge like little flakes of burnt peat. Above him, the monastery slept in its old arrangement: dormitory shutters breathing in the gale, chapel candles guttering in their red glasses, rain running in cold lines down the saints.

Contemporary Women’s Fiction / Romance

Where We Stayed

Laura Carpenter

Leaving and staying are rarely opposites when a place is tangled up with family and love. Where We Stayed is contemporary women’s fiction about attachment, change and the relationships that make home difficult to define.

Holiday Romance

Wrong Chat Right Man

Aoife Winters

Molly Hayes knew the exact sound a lie made when it arrived in a town that still pretended gossip was community care. It came in bright little pings. It came dressed as concern. It came while she was flipping Sunday pancakes one-handed, holding her phone between chin and shoulder, and telling seven other mothers that yes, of course she had remembered the raffle tickets, the gluten-free buns, and the permission slips for the children who were allergic to everything except chaos.