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Genealogical Mystery
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.
Mystery
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.
Legal Thriller
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.
Cozy Mystery
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.
Missing Person Thriller
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
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.
Medical-Legal Thriller
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.
Civic Cozy Mystery
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.
Belfast Crime Thriller / Romantic Suspense
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.