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Celebrity Romance

A Key Before a Ring Fair Play

Caoimhe Kildare

Crown & Clover — The Brighthelm Saga

The Key The first photograph arrived while Maeve Devlin was buttering toast with one hand and signing a consent form with the other. It was not, strictly speaking, how constitutional crises were meant to begin. There should have been a bell somewhere, a man in a grey suit, a folded paper on a silver tray, perhaps a storm beating itself stupid against the palace windows for atmosphere.

Celebrity Romance

A Measure of Forever

Caoimhe Kildare

The first barrel Ronan Byrne ever loved had his grandfather's handwriting on it. Not the neat signature the tourists admired on old photographs in the visitor centre, but the private hand: black ink slanting uphill, a stubborn flourish under the B, and one sentence chalked on the head of the cask as if it were a blessing or a warning. Wait until it tells you.

Celebrity Romance

A Star Comes Home

Caoimhe Kildare

The gold star fell off Maeve Hart’s coat in front of three hundred cameras, which was rude of it, considering it had survived thirteen years of press tours, airport lounges, hotel carpets, bad boyfriends, worse managers, and one stadium encore in the rain. It hit the wet pavement outside the Royal Emerald Hotel with a tiny click nobody should have heard. Maeve heard it anyway.

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.

Contemporary Women's Fiction

After Midnight

Skye Wilder

Night Ward — Book One · Book 1

The Night Shift Starts Before Midnight The first ambulance arrived at 23:47 with its siren cut off halfway down the ramp, as if even the machine had run out of breath. Dr. Siobhán Daly heard the wheels before she saw the trolley. A hard metallic rattle came through the ambulance bay doors, then a paramedic’s voice, clipped flat by rain and urgency. “Twenty-two-year-old male, found collapsed outside St.

Celebrity Romance

After They Call Cut

Caoimhe Kildare

THE LAST SCENE The last thing Maeve Callaghan ever said as Eilidh Kerr was not written in the script. It was not supposed to be said at all. The script had given her silence. After fourteen years, eight seasons, three wars, two fictional children buried and four fictional grandchildren born, a shipwreck, a hanging narrowly avoided, one revolution, a fever that had taken six weeks to film and roughly ten minutes to survive on screen, and more mud than any actress should reasonably be expected to swallow for art, Eilidh Kerr’s final instruction was simple.

Sports Romance

After the Match

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.

Family Drama / Film and Celebrity Romance

After the Silence

Iona Merrick

Lucy Steele had never seen so many mirrors. They lined every wall of the hallway, reflecting endless versions of herself — small and pale, eyes wide with cautious curiosity, dark curls bouncing slightly around her shoulders. She paused, mesmerized, reaching one finger out to touch her own reflection, leaving behind a smudge that blurred her image just enough to make it seem less real, more like a dream.

Space Opera

Asteriad

Cael Ardmore

the Asteriad Sequence · Book 1

Twelve years before every gate in human space learned her voice, Orla Kavanagh stood beneath Gate Twelve with a paper star in her pocket and a lie on her departure record. The lie was small enough to pass beneath notice. Archive tender maintenance. Three-person crew. Routine reciprocal inspection between Cork Ring and Vespera. Return window: four hours. Cargo: calibration glass, lattice probes, two sealed boxes of authenticated civic records, one spare pressure seal, and nothing that could inconvenience the Concord.

Celebrity Romance / Film-Set Family Romance

Backlot and Bedtimes

Caoimhe Kildare

Celebrity Romance

Before the Interview

Caoimhe Kildare

Ninety minutes before the country began pretending it had not been waiting for him to fall apart, Jamie Vale stood in a disabled toilet off Studio Three and tried to remember the order of ordinary things. Water first. Face after. Breathing somewhere in between.

Romantic Comedy

Berlin Balcony Bet

Bronagh Fairburn

The Basil War By half past six on a Thursday morning, Lena Hartmann had already ruined one blouse, insulted a basil plant, and discovered that the man in 4B owned a watering can shaped like a duck. The blouse had been white. That was its first mistake. Its second mistake was existing within range of the espresso machine in Lena's kitchen, which had started the day with a cough, a hiss, and then a violent brown sneeze across her ribs.

Upmarket Fiction

Crowd Noise Off

Blair Dunvegan

Noise The first thing Conor Ward deleted from his father was a cough. Not the famous voice. Not yet.

Contemporary Romance / Celebrity Family Drama

Doorways

Laura Carpenter

Public lives and private family fractures meet in Doorways. This contemporary romance is shaped by celebrity, loyalty and the choices made when a familiar life opens onto something new.

Music-Industry Romantic Suspense / Celebrity Romance

Encore for Two

Ivy Donnachaidh

Crisis manager Nora Vale is hired to steady widowed music icon Rowan Keane after a comeback-show leak resurrects a decades-old disappearance. As buried recordings, family loyalties and public scandal close in, the pair must decide whether truth can protect the people they love without destroying the second chance growing between them.

Celebrity Romance

Fake for the Craic True as Rain

Caoimhe Kildare

Crown & Clover — The Brighthelm Saga

The first lie Maeve Devlin ever told Rowan of Brighthelm was that she had only agreed to the tour because the palace had asked nicely. It was a ridiculous lie, for several reasons. The palace did not ask nicely. It issued invitations in cream envelopes thick enough to stop a small draught, with embossing that looked as if it had been pressed by a man who believed democracy was a passing fever.

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.

Romantic Suspense / Celebrity Protection

Guarded Lights

Laura Carpenter

Sentinel Files · Book 2

Protection is supposed to create distance. In Guarded Lights, celebrity, danger and unwanted closeness make that impossible in a romantic suspense story about trust under watch.

Celebrity Romance

Highland Hearts

Caoimhe Kildare

Highland Hearts · Book 1

The first thing Sorcha Byrne noticed about Ewan MacLeod was that he had learned how to make himself smaller. It was ridiculous, because there was nothing small about him. Not his height, not the breadth of him in the dark wool coat he had not bothered to take off, not the quiet pull he seemed to exert on every person in the holding room without offering them so much as a smile.

Memoir

Salt on the Good China

Fiona Strathmore

The ring was in the salt jar because my mother had trusted salt more than banks, solicitors, priests, daughters, and men with clean cuffs. Cillian Struan found it with his thumb bleeding into a saucer of coarse flakes while half the parish stood behind him pretending not to stare. I was holding the good china when he said my name, and for one bright, stupid second I thought he had broken a cup.

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.