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Romantasy / Maritime Fantasy

A Crown of Salt and Starlight

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.

Speculative Fiction

A Future Without Sunday

Eimear Kane

The first thing Nora Quinn noticed was not the missing day. It was the kettle. The little red light should have been glowing on the switch, the lid trembling with its familiar domestic panic, steam worrying at the kitchen window while the town bell counted eight over the roofs of Bellweather. Instead the kettle sat cold on the counter, full to the line, silent as a held breath.

Speculative Fiction

A Window That Looks Back

Eira Vossan

The window had been bricked over for twenty-nine years, which was the first sensible thing about it. Clara Finch knew this because she had signed the repair ledger herself every December since her mother died, written the same neat line beside the same dead wall in the little back room of Finch House Library: no movement, no damp, no visible fracture. Her father had done it before her in a softer hand.

Epic Fantasy

AONMARA The Fifth Ring

Aisling Vire

Book One of The Fifth Ring Saga · Book 1

The Tide Went Wrong The tide went wrong three nights before the dead fisherman came home. Not with storm. Storms belonged to ordinary fear, and ordinary fear had rules. Storms broke masts. Storms drowned cattle in low fields. Storms tore slates from roofs and left women standing in doorways counting names into the dark with shaking hands and practical voices.

YA Contemporary

Academy Day

Laura Carpenter

Aunties at the Gate Aunties by deed collected her at the gate the way starlings collect a fence: all at once, no fuss. Keira held the inside of Gráinne’s elbow gentle as a seatbelt, a hello that said you’re here; Ciara took the bag; Dee grimaced at the scuffed laces and winked; Úna had tape between two fingers like a magician. Neasa, late from work, jogged across the forecourt with a lunchbox.

Science Fiction

After the Glasshouse

Eimear Kane

After the Glasshouse · Book 2

The candle did not burn down in the Glasshouse; it remembered. Nessa Foley discovered that at 03:17 on a Tuesday morning, barefoot on a floor that had once been polished for ministers, donors, mourning parents, and men who knew how to say the word transparency without ever letting light touch them. The white candle stood in the centre of the west archive table, no taller than her hand, its flame held upright inside the draught as if the air had signed a contract not to disturb it.

Epic Fantasy / Celtic Maritime Fantasy

Aonmara

Aisling Vire

The Fifth Ring Saga · Book 1

Sea, myth and old loyalties shape Aonmara, an epic Celtic maritime fantasy with a world built around what people owe one another. Its magic is large, but its choices remain deeply human.

Celtic Fantasy

Ashes at Blackwater

Sadhbh Éireann

On the day Bríd Ó Corráin is buried, blood boils beneath a kettle in the Blackwater Arms and her missing St Brigid medal rises from it with a warning: the fourth ash wakes. As Niamh confronts the enigmatic Cian Vale and the secrets her family kept in the name of survival, a drowned kingdom lights beneath Blackwater Harbour and an ancient oath tied to her blood begins to break.

Science Fiction

Blackwater Paradox

E. M. Keane

Time-Split Hearts · Book 1

At 19:07 on Blackwater Bridge, a temporal overlap opens and Elias Mercer comes face to face with Nora Bell—the woman he remembers as his wife, and who does not remember him at all. A handwritten note, a watch and physical traces from another timeline suggest their impossible marriage was real, while the lab studying the anomaly grows dangerously interested in what can cross between worlds. Blackwater Paradox is a time-slip romantic suspense novel about memory, evidence and whether love can survive when time itself keeps rewriting the record.

Science Fiction

Calyx Protocol

Iseabail Vance

Urban Fantasy

Daywalker Inc: Bloodline Protocol

Aislin Morrigan

The first rule at Daywalker Inc was not written on the glass wall in the lobby, or printed in the employee handbook with its expensive paper and its suspiciously cheerful diagrams about workplace wellness. It was not mentioned in the induction video, which featured smiling interns pretending not to fear the blood-fridge, or in the legal disclaimer that ran for eleven minutes before anyone was allowed near a needle.

Paranormal Fantasy

Dont Open the Red Door

Muirne Dubhán

The Red House Cycle, Book Three · Book 3

The Vale Hotel had been closed for eleven years, but the bells still rang. Not often. Not with any rhythm a sensible person could name. They waited for fog, for the hour after midnight when the Atlantic pressed its black shoulder against the cliffs and every road into Ballyrue narrowed under hawthorn and salt. Then one bell would answer another in the walls, a thin silver shiver travelling through the old service wires, from the kitchens to the linen rooms, from the linen rooms to the third-floor suites, from the third-floor suites down to the east corridor where the red door sat at the end like a sealed mouth.

Science Fiction

Glitch Hearts

Cian Rutherford

The rain started before the ferry lights came on. By half six the windows of Doyle’s Spar were silvered with Atlantic mist, the whole street outside blurred into wet halos and brake lights and people running with hoods over their heads like the weather had personally offended them. Clonmara always looked half haunted in weather like this. Not dangerous. Just old.

Epic Political Fantasy

Mournfire

Aisling Vire

MOURNFIRE CYCLE • BOOK ONE · Book 1

Oaths, ambition and political power burn through Mournfire. This epic fantasy is concerned with what loyalty costs when every side has a reason to call itself right.

Mythic Maritime Fantasy

Oathtide

Fionnlagh MacAlpin

Oathtide Cycle • Book One · Book 1

Saltwater, old oaths and a world shaped by the sea give Oathtide its mythic pull. This maritime fantasy is about loyalty, consequence and promises that refuse to stay buried.

Science Fiction

Orbit Arrival

Eimear Kane

Orbit Colony • Book One · Book 1

No Sky Left By the time Orla Quinn saw the blood on the boarding glass, she already knew Earth was trying to keep her. It always had - with grief, with debt, with the red-brick kitchen in Belfast where every goodbye tasted like over-steeped tea. The man wiping his split lip with the back of his hand was only the latest method. The departure hall for North Atlantic Launch Terminal Three had been built to make poor people feel grateful.

Paranormal Fantasy

Splinter Bride

Isla Vire

The House That Kept Its Teeth The first thing Seraphina Reed knew after the wedding was that the house was breathing. Not properly. Not like a living thing with lungs and mercy. It breathed the way old wood breathed in storms—swelling, complaining, remembering every hand that had ever struck it and every secret it had been asked to swallow. The sound moved through the walls in a long, damp groan, and for one sick second she thought she was still in the church, still standing under the white avalanche of flowers with the veil pinned too tightly to her scalp and every eye in County Clare waiting for her to say yes.

Shifter Romantasy

The Alphas Mark

Cillian Faelan

Red Moon Oath On the night Lyra Vale was told she would have to marry her enemy, the moon rose red over the carcass of a stag and every wolf in the valley went still. Her pack called it an omen. Lyra called it an insult, because Caelan Thorne was already standing in her father’s hall looking like the sort of trouble women wrote songs about and kingdoms buried sons over.

Epic Romantasy / Political Fantasy

The Blade-Vow Queen

Elowen Ravenscar

A crown is never only ceremony when loyalty is sharpened into a weapon. The Blade-Vow Queen is political romantasy about rule, dangerous devotion and the choices power demands from the person expected to hold it.

Epic Fantasy

The Bloodstar Heir

Aisling Vire

THE BOY BENEATH THE RED TIDE Ciaran Daire had learned, long before he had the height to reach a latch, that a man could survive almost anything if he kept his hands busy. That morning, his hands were in a barrel of brine up to the wrist. The salt bit into the old cracks across his knuckles, found the raw place under his thumbnail, and stung there with the private cheer of something delighted to be useful.

Romantic Fantasy

The Door Beneath the Tide

Aisling Vire

Dúnmara Chronicles · Book 1

Epic Fantasy

The Drowned Oath

Aisling Vire

Dúnmara Chronicles · Book 4

The drowned boat came home without its men at the hour when the tide should have been going out. By then, Cara O’Dálaigh had learned to distrust every mercy that arrived clean. A boat returning was supposed to be a blessing. A small one, perhaps, compared with childbirth, harvest, fever breaking before dawn, or a husband’s hand finding yours beneath a table while men argued law around you as if women were furniture with opinions.

Cozy Romantasy

The Hearth Witch and the Sea Prince

Iseabail Moonan

House Six Romantasy • Book One

Hearth magic meets saltwater royalty in The Hearth Witch and the Sea Prince. A cosy romantasy about belonging, bargains and two very different worlds finding common ground.

Epic Romantasy

The King Beneath the Ashes

Elowen Ravenscar

The Vaelith Crown · Book 1

Chapter One — The Village That Forgot Chapter Two — The Road That Remembered Chapter Three — The Things We Carry Chapter Four — The Words Beneath the Words

Climate Fiction / Speculative Fantasy

The Lantern Storm

Arden Frost

The Lantern Storm Chronicles · Book 1

A changed world is easier to measure than the choices people make inside it. The Lantern Storm is speculative climate fiction about resilience, consequence and the light people try to keep when familiar systems fail.

Paranormal Fantasy

The Vow Under Thornlight

Ailsa Crowe

Book One of the Thornlight Duet · Book 1

Ronan Black saw the car first. Not because he had been waiting for it. He had given up waiting for most things years ago: apologies, decent weather, a court that cared what money did behind closed doors, a letter from his father that was not folded around a demand. Waiting made men soft in the wrong places. It taught hope to sit at the table like an invited guest and eat everything before leaving you with the washing-up.

Gothic Fantasy

When the Monks Stopped Singing

Maeve D. Gealach

The bell in the crypt rang once, though no living hand had touched it in seventeen winters. Brother Malachy heard it through the kitchen floor while he was cutting black bread for the poor boxes, the knife paused halfway through the heel, crumbs clinging to the edge like little flakes of burnt peat. Above him, the monastery slept in its old arrangement: dormitory shutters breathing in the gale, chapel candles guttering in their red glasses, rain running in cold lines down the saints.