Hanna Park

Power was never the danger. Want was. On Samhain night, with treachery seated beside the throne and the dead stirring beneath the House of Faces, Macha felt him at her back—steady, lethal, far too close. She was meant to hold Ulaid together, not crave the man sworn to protect her.

I went to Røros for a wedding—not to fall for a man who looked at me like he had already mourned me once. From the first moment Rurik touched me, something beneath my skin burned. Every kiss felt inevitable. Every glance pressed at the edge of memory.

Calla, torn between loyalty and legacy, faces choices she never imagined. The Faerie Kingdom hums beneath her skin, pulling her into unavoidable truths. She turns her fear into a weapon—her source of strength.

Calla left her life behind, haunted by a curse she cannot control. She seeks refuge in the land of a thousand hellos, Ireland—a place where no one knows who or what she is. Colm fled from Clonmara seven long years ago, but now it’s his father’s birthday, and the clan has gathered to celebrate.

A holiday in the Algarve, Portugal... sunshine... fun-shine was exactly what I needed. Time to be myself—time to rediscover the woman I was before the nightmares, bizarre dreams, and sleepwalking. Yet, I didn’t expect to meet Tomás Ferreira, a man made for pleasure.

I saw her through the melee of holiday shoppers, decked out in an ugly Christmas sweater with an elf hat atop her strawberry curls. Her emerald eyes sparkled. Her smile dazzled. Mary Christmas, the girl who stole my boyish heart and years later sent the man packing.