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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.
Psychological Thriller
Clara Vey
At eight forty-three on Thursday morning, Sive Moran repainted the white line around a parking space reserved for a woman who had not visited the prison in fourteen months. Nobody had asked her to. That was important. If somebody had asked, there would have been a form.
Crime Thriller
Keir Devlin
Everyone knows where to gather when something goes wrong. Assembly Point turns that promise of order into a crime thriller about suspicion, fear and the moment a safe place stops feeling safe.
Domestic Suspense
Ciaran Mercer
Aoife tasted smoke long before she saw the fire. Even with the window jammed shut, it seeped in under the crooked frame, the way everything from outside did in this house – arguments on the street, sirens, laughter, the boys singing sectarian songs when they were drunk enough to forget the neighbours’ politics. She lay flat on her back, one hand spread over the small, hard curve of her belly, and watched the orange flicker crawling up her ceiling.
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.
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.
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.
Crime Thriller
Aidan Kerrigan
Once the ground shifts, every certainty becomes evidence. Final Fall is a crime thriller about suspicion, consequence and the point at which one wrong step can no longer be taken back.
Crime & Thriller
Keir Devlin
The Gavel Falls The first time Cassidy O’Connell sees Aidan Voss, he’s not in a courtroom. Between scenes, the city keeps its own ledger: small kindnesses credited against bureaucratic cruelties, a balance that never quite zeroes. Cassidy learns to count it anyway, because accounting is how you keep doors open and people brave. The detective’s chair is an argument disguised as furniture—too low, so you feel large and guilty reaching down to meet him.
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.
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.
Cozy Mystery
Orla Ashdown
The first scone to cause a death in Emerald Harbour was not, strictly speaking, poisoned. Molly Fenn would later be very firm on that point, because a woman might survive gossip, debt, heartbreak, and one catastrophic fringe cut, but she could not survive a village deciding her almond-and-blackcurrant scones were murder weapons. The scone was innocent. The man beside it was another matter entirely.

Crime & Thriller
E. L. Doherty
In medicine, triage decides what cannot wait. Triage of Truth turns the same pressure onto secrets and trust in a medical thriller where the truth becomes more dangerous the longer it is delayed.