Her Irish Treasures

A gargoyle, a leprechaun, and a motorcycle gang walk into a bar… Scratch that. A human woman (me) accidentally walks into a Faerie bar run by a leprechaun who keeps a cursed gargoyle on a shelf. Somehow, that gargoyle goes home with me, and I start dreaming of a man. Doran. He's trapped in stone and darkness, and only I can free him. He says I'm the treasurekeeper, and I need to find his friends, the other treasures, so we can break his curse. He haunts me night and day, driving me to hurry. I can't sleep. I can't think. I have to find them. I have to free him. Turns out his friends aren't that hard to find, because they're drawn to me, too. But these whiskey-drinking, tattoo-loving, motorcycle-riding badasses are resigned to their fate. Over the centuries, they've lost too many treasurekeepers to risk their hearts and souls again. I have to find a way to convince them to join me. Before it's too late. Contains mature themes.

Four hot Irishmen sitting in a leprechaun's bar . . . All staring at me like I'm his pot of gold. Oh yeah, I'm one lucky woman. But everything isn't rainbows and lucky charms with my four Irish treasures. Warwick may have helped me break the curse trapping Doran as the stone gargoyle, but the guys don't trust the leprechaun. At all. Worse, demons are pouring into our world unchecked despite the four treasures being reunited. I am their treasurekeeper, the conduit that allows their magic to flow, but there are disturbing holes in my memory. Someone doesn't want me to remember . . . And these whiskey-drinking, tattoo-loving, motorcycle-riding badasses are quick to leap to the conclusion that I've been lepre-conned. Contains mature themes.

Three wishes for my leprechaun's gold coin. One down, two to go... I won. I defeated the changeling who'd been feeding on me. My treasures escaped the trap set by Balor's dark fae. But now I don't even know what I am. Am I fae? Like the monster who trapped me in marriage and fed on me for five years? Or like my leprechaun, Warwick Greenshanks, who plays a delicate game of neutrality between dark and light fae? He swore to never lie to me, but he didn't make that promise on his gold. Only his heart. Balor of the Evil Eye is closer than ever to destroying the veil between the mortal realm and Faerie. The secret to defeating him is written in my very soul, but I have no idea what to do. I don't even know who, or what, I am, and each battle the four Irish treasures wage may be their last. Contains mature themes.