The RING OF
AINE

Silver Cove, Maine: where the tide runs backward and the pier’s runes bleed moonlight.

Lila came home to bury her ghosts. She never meant to fall for the silver-eyed stranger who keeps saving her from the waves… then vanishing like mist.

Finnagan Lir came to break the curse that lets his father steal an O’Sullivan girl every spring equinox. He never meant to fall for THIS one.

But now the sea sings her name, shells whisper lullabies, and pixies rearrange her bookstore at 3 a.m. 

Turns out the fire in Lila's veins isn’t heartbreak—it’s legacy. One that only Finnagan Lir can help claim.

He’s born to command the tempest.
Speaking Gaelic like a lover’s promise and kissing like he’s been starving for three centuries.

She’s the red-haired, freckled force of nature he never saw coming—born to set the ocean alight.

He’s the storm. She’s the spark. 

Together, they’ll turn the tide—or drown trying.

For readers who crave Jamie Fraser’s wild heart, Edward Cullen’s broody intensity, and a heroine who discovers her flame. This is for you.