I was raised by nuns. I know a sin when I’m committing one.
I came to Ireland with one good dress and a doctoral grant running on fumes. Ultan Dunaway owns one of the most coveted private collections in the world, and he’s opened his home to me. I can’t refuse—especially when his money might finally help me learn my parents’ names.
I should have asked why a man like him wanted someone like me.
Now I live behind ancient walls with three men I can’t stop watching. Ultan, my cold, beautiful benefactor, who walks through my dreams like he owns them. Darragh, wicked and smiling, whose voice slides inside my head until I bleed. And Father Jamie O'Sheridan, with his gentle hands and guilty eyes.
The castle is doing something to me. I read words no one alive can read. I feel the moon like a hand on the back of my neck. Whatever my parents left sleeping in my blood, this place is waking it.
I should run. Instead, I let them pull me deeper'''into their house, their beds, their war. These men do not share nicely. They just share.
And we’re not alone in this castle’s shadow. Something else sleeps under Dunaway House, and someone terrible wants it. Now they know I’m here.
The nuns taught me the Lord's ways are not our ways. They never told me what to do when three devils decide I'm theirs.
They should have. Because I’m not running.
I’m kneeling.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
I came to Ireland with one good dress and a doctoral grant running on fumes. Ultan Dunaway owns one of the most coveted private collections in the world, and he’s opened his home to me. I can’t refuse—especially when his money might finally help me learn my parents’ names.
I should have asked why a man like him wanted someone like me.
Now I live behind ancient walls with three men I can’t stop watching. Ultan, my cold, beautiful benefactor, who walks through my dreams like he owns them. Darragh, wicked and smiling, whose voice slides inside my head until I bleed. And Father Jamie O'Sheridan, with his gentle hands and guilty eyes.
The castle is doing something to me. I read words no one alive can read. I feel the moon like a hand on the back of my neck. Whatever my parents left sleeping in my blood, this place is waking it.
I should run. Instead, I let them pull me deeper'''into their house, their beds, their war. These men do not share nicely. They just share.
And we’re not alone in this castle’s shadow. Something else sleeps under Dunaway House, and someone terrible wants it. Now they know I’m here.
The nuns taught me the Lord's ways are not our ways. They never told me what to do when three devils decide I'm theirs.
They should have. Because I’m not running.
I’m kneeling.
Genre: Paranormal Romance