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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.
Psychological Horror
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.
Medical-Legal Thriller
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.
Protector Romance
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.