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Romantasy / Maritime Fantasy
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.
Celebrity Romance
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.
Celebrity Romance
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.
Celebrity Romance
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.
Celebrity Romance
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.
Sports Romance
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
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.
Celebrity Romance / Film-Set Family Romance
Caoimhe Kildare
Celebrity Romance
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.
Romantic Comedy
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.
Contemporary Romance / Celebrity Family Drama
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.
Music-Industry Romantic Suspense / Celebrity Romance
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.
Celebrity Romance
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.

Romantic Suspense / Celebrity Protection
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.
Celebrity Romance
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.
Memoir
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.