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Fantasy, Paranormal & Contemporary Romance
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. But desire turned every choice into something dangerous.
Ruairi had already crossed death once. Macha was far more dangerous.
Macha stood before him with fire in her eyes while Ulaid cracked apart around her, and every vow he’d sworn strained toward breaking. He was her blade, her shield, the last thing standing between her and the darkness rising through the court. He was never meant to want her like this.
The dead had always spoken to Breda. She never expected them to speak his name.
As the House of Faces began to fracture, the whispers pulled her toward truths long buried within Ulaid—and toward a shadowed man who felt more like a warning than salvation. The dead were no longer content to whisper.
Cian lived with the damage he helped create—and the woman he could not save.
Old magic bound him to grief, guilt, and a past that refused to stay buried. Love had failed them before. It might fail them again.
As Samhain descends, loyalties fracture, the dead grow restless, and Ulaid begins to unravel.
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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. He says I’ve lived before, that I’ve died before, that he has loved me through it all. I don’t remember him—but the mountain does.
The tunnels beneath Røros hum when I pass. Runes flare in the stone. The deeper I fall into his arms, the more something inside me begins to awaken—hot, wild, and impossible to ignore. I was never meant to survive what should have killed me. Now something ancient is stirring, and I can’t shake the feeling that it’s because I did.
I have buried Cristabel in every lifetime—though she has worn different names.
Across centuries, I have found her and lost her to the curse my bloodline was sworn to guard. She was never meant to live this time—but she did. Now the fire in her veins is awakening too soon. The balance beneath the mountain is shifting, and the oath I have carried for generations is beginning to fracture.
I waited lifetimes to hold her again. This time, I will not let her go—even if saving her means unleashing what should have remained buried.
A steamy Nordic fantasy romance of reincarnation, fate, and fire.
Firevein: The Awakening
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I can't recall ever saying this old chestnut, but if you're a PNR fan and you're only going to read one book this year, make it THIS ONE! If you're after originality, fantastic imagery, cutting edge prose, a huge dollop of Irish mythology and a journey into the Otherworld like you've never read before. This is it. I've only just finished reading it and my heart is still pounding! With one of the best first chapters I have read in a while and a whole host of supernatural clawing through the lush pages, as well as one of the most sensual slow burn/high chemistry romances ever and a fantastic paranormal mystery, I am buzzing louder than Calla's bees. This is Tik Tok/Book Tok worthy. I can't believe this has been on my tbr list for weeks and now I regret leaving it so long. This is the first book I could re read a thousand times and never get bored of. I will never, and I mean this, never be able to read another pnr book again (unless it's by this author). Thank the stars there's more to come.
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Hanna's Story
I began my writing career in the pre-dawn of a winter morning while my husband snored like a train. We could call my husband the catalyst. If it weren’t for him, I would never have gone to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, feed the cat, and sit on the loveseat in front of the fire. It was there, in those moments of wondrous quiet, that I did something I had never thought possible. I opened my laptop, and while the coffee went cold, I wrote a story. My husband had no idea that these sojourns to the loveseat in front of the fire would become a daily occurrence, that writing would become an obsession, but the cat knew. She knows everything.
I write stories that make you laugh, make you cry, and make you love. Thank you, friends, for reading!
In the beginning, there was an empty page.
I am a writer who lives in Muskoka, Canada, with a husband who snores, a hungry cat, and an almost perfect canine––he’s an adorable little shit.
Hanna Park