Skye MacLeod

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.

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.

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.

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.