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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.”

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.

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.

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.

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.