Chapter 19 – Lydia The rain had finally eased by the time the ferry docked in Dublin, but the roads were still slick as Lydia’s husband guided the car through the winding country lanes. Moschops gave a low, pitiful yowl from the crate in the back seat, scratching occasionally at the bars as if the…

Sasha meets William Chapter 18 Sasha stumbled as she was shoved through the doorway, the stone floor bruising her knees. Before she could catch her breath, a gloved hand yanked her upright by the hair and forced her against the wall. The cold press of leather tightened around her throat, and she realized with horror…

Cians plan, Sashas capture. The boy stirred when the heavy door creaked open, the dim light spilling across the stone floor. He tried to sit up, but his body wouldn’t obey; the fever had made him weak, and the wound at his side burned like fire. Cian stepped inside, the sound of his polished shoes…

Taken Chapter 15 – Taken Sasha sank into the steaming bath, letting the hot water soak through her aching muscles. Dust and cobwebs from the castle clung to her skin and hair, and she scrubbed at herself almost frantically, as though she could wash away the horrors she had seen. She was tired. Scared. But…

What have you done? Chapter 14 – What Have You Done? Sasha’s heart pounded as she crouched in the cupboard, listening to the boy’s soft, stifled sobs from where he had crumpled on the floor. She knew the safest thing to do was stay hidden until Cian was long gone. But the thought of leaving…

Aislinn’s Heir The wrecked car was towed back the next afternoon, and Sasha stood at the edge of the driveway watching as the battered shell was lowered from the truck. The twisted metal, shattered glass, and caved-in rear bumper turned her stomach. She reached out and let her hand rest on the cold steel, a…

This is for the women who show up for me, who root for me, who hold me up when I forget how strong I am. 💕✨ Here’s the truth: not everyone will celebrate you.Not everyone will clap when you win. And that’s fine. You could be the kindest soul, the hardest worker, the most talented…

I’m almost 55. Almost. And how do I feel?Old. Weathered. Like a tree that’s stood through too many storms, its bark scarred and joints creaking in the wind.Two new illnesses. And a dark humour that clings to me like ivy—persistent, unkillable. Not that I’d want it to be. I’m standing at the edge of something…

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