Irish Suspense

In USA Today bestselling author Carlene O’Connor’s eighth Irish Village Mystery, the long-engaged garda of County Cork, Ireland, Siobhán O’Sullivan and Macdaras Flannery, are about to get married at last. But just as the rowdy O’Sullivan brood and all the regulars of the local bistro have gathered at the church, the nuptials come to an abrupt halt when the discovery of an unidentified skeleton puts the wedding on pause…

With green eyes and an easy smile, Frank McCabe stole me away from the nightmares that awaited me at home. But the son of the Irish Mob would never be mine. I belonged to the Italians. And the moment my mother sold me to the head of the Italian Mafia, I became the one the people of Boston were warned about. The only person more feared than me in our city is the Irish Ghost. When I finally flee my marital prison with my sons and my sister in tow, I unwittingly run straight into the ghost of the Irishman who died in a fiery explosion years ago.

Rodeo Drive bridalwear designer Rayne McGrath expected her 30th birthday to start with a power lunch and end with champagne, lobster, and a diamond engagement ring from her fiancé. Instead, flat-broke and busted, she’s on a plane to Ireland—she’s inherited a run-down family castle....

The tourist came upon the small stray dog on the outskirts of a village called Galbally in southwest Ireland. She was alone. Maybe a runaway. Maybe abandoned by her owner. He took her to the village, expecting help but receiving none. At a loss, he picked a random farmhouse. The lady and her children were nice enough, and the problem was solved. He took a quick trip back into town and then again passed the farmhouse fifteen minutes later. At the end of the driveway, there stood the dog, staring with imploring eyes as he drove by, asking why he had left her there. He didn't stop to tell her ...

Tynan Quinn barged into my life and demanded I become his wife. And he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Because this single dad isn’t just anyone. He’s the head of the Irish Mob. He says he needs a wife to cement his place in the organization. And I’m the one he wants. That's not all. In exchange for money I desperately need, he demands I have his baby. I've spent the past year running from danger, and now I'm trapped in his golden cage.

Lady Eleanor Swift is visiting Dublin with her husband Hugh Seldon and butler Clifford to meet Samuel O’Sullivan, a man who may be able to tell her more about the mysterious disappearance of her parents two decades ago. Deciding they should explore the city a little more, they jump at the chance to visit the world-renowned Finnegan’s brewery. But their taste test of the famous black stout turns deadly when Eleanor spots a body in one of the barrels!

FBI agent Aidan “Irish” Talley and cyber agent Jameson “Whiskey” Walker are partners on the job and off. From Single Malt to Cask Strength, Barrel Proof, and Angel’s Share, their explosive chemistry collides with deadly conspiracies, devastating losses, and the razor’s edge between duty and desire. Together, Aidan and Jamie must decide if love is their greatest weakness—or their ultimate strength.

I've hated Cavin McCarthy since the day he made me cry in a school closet. He was my tormentor. My nightmare. The cruel boy who turned my name into a punchline and my life into hell. Now? He's my fiancé. An arranged marriage neither of us wanted, brokered by families who deal in blood and power. I'd refuse if I could. But my sister is dying, and the McCarthy's hold the key to saving her life. So I'll walk down the aisle. I'll say the vows. I'll become Mrs. Cavin McCarthy. But I'll never forgive him.

July 8, 1921. Ireland. A British Officer is shot dead on a remote hillside south of Dublin. November 22, 2015. United Kingdom. Former police detective Jayne Sinclair, now working as a genealogical investigator, receives a phone call from an adopted American billionaire asking her to discover the identity of his real father. How are the two events linked? Jayne Sinclair has only three clues to help her: a photocopied birth certificate, a stolen book, and an old photograph.

On Easter Monday, April 24, 1916, the first great revolution of the twentieth century began as working-class men and women occupied buildings throughout Dublin, Ireland, including the general post office on O’Connell Street. Among the commoners in the GPO was a young staff captain of the Irish Volunteers named Michael Collins. He was joined a day later by a fourteen-year-old messenger boy, Eoin Kavanagh.

She’s the wrong bride but he’ll make her the perfect wife. She was my secret obsession. My best friend’s younger sister. But with our families at each other’s throats, I turned my back on the only woman I ever cared about. And I regretted the loss of her fiery spirit every day of my life. I learned to live with the pain and emptiness, vowing never to fall in love or marry another. But Lennox didn’t disappear. She was right there. Gorgeous. Successful. Ice cold. So close. But out of my reach. Years later our world is very different. With so many enemies, Irish blood must stay pure.

Three years ago, we burned so hot we almost started a war. Now our fathers are forcing us to marry. Sullivan O’Connor was my secret. Two months of stolen nights when I was twenty and reckless enough to fall for the youngest son of my father’s rivals. My father found out. It nearly destroyed both families. I ran. Built a life in Manhattan that had nothing to do with crime families and blood oaths and men who think they own you. Then my father called. And when Don Salvatore Marinelli calls, you don’t get to say no. The deal: marry Sullivan O’Connor. Unite the families. Prevent a war. ...

August 1148. The wedding of Godfrid and Cait promises to be the event of the year, and even Gwen has made the journey across the Irish Sea to celebrate. Weddings can be moments around which tensions and resentments pivot, however, so when a monk turns up dead within moments of Gareth and Gwen’s arrival in Ireland, the pair put on their sleuthing hats and get to work, racing to solve the mystery before it ruins Godfrid’s big day.

I saw him kill a man in a Brooklyn alley. Now I’m locked in his penthouse, and he won’t let me go. One wrong turn. One wrong alley. One glimpse of Cian O’Connor pulling a trigger… and my quiet life as a struggling painter was over. He should have put a bullet in my head. Instead, he brought me to his penthouse overlooking the Brooklyn Bridge, locked the door, and told me I was staying. For my own safety, he said. Cian O’Connor is the head of Brooklyn’s most ruthless Irish crime family. Cold. Calculating. Merciless. He wears three-piece suits like armor and speaks so softly that ...

I broke into the wrong apartment. He locked every door. And then he kept me. I’ve been surviving on my own since I aged out of foster care at eighteen. Quick hands, quick feet, quicker instincts. The DUMBO loft looked like an easy score… guy barely leaves, insane tech, a laptop worth enough to get me through winter. Forty minutes on the lock. Slipped inside. Found the laptop. Every door locked simultaneously. A face appeared on the central monitor… pale, dark-haired, dark circles under his eyes. Blinking at me through a camera I never saw. “That laptop’s encrypted,” Ronan ...

Fresh off graduation, I had my entire summer planned out: European vacation with my cousins, college courses, and picking up shifts at work. But then my mom calls and drops the bomb: she's getting married to the rumored head of the Irish mafia. Even though I've been looking out for her for most of my life, we haven't lived together in ten years. When she invites me to stay with her for the summer, I don't hesitate. So I make a new summer plan: skip the vacation, take online courses, and dig up dirt on Mom's new fiancé. What I didn't plan for was Wolf Fitzgerald—and his brothers.

My innocence was ripped from me one fateful night under the starless sky. Resulting in an unwanted teenage pregnancy and a secret the Camorra must bury. My father decided to hand me off to the highest bidder. The lucky winner? Tiernan Callaghan, psychopath extraordinaire. The Irish mafia prince wants me for all the wrong reasons. Alliance. Money. Prestige. War. I am but a pawn in his twisted game. The man who sits on a throne of his enemies' skulls thinks I'm a weakling. Little does he know, in this chess game, the underdog wins. Because the thing about bad bishops? They protect good pawns.

As pregnant Siobhán O’Sullivan awaits bringing her new life into the world, she’s bringing new life to her village of Kilbane in County Cork, Ireland, with a music and matchmaking festival. But one matchmaker is about to find out that Cupid’s arrow can be fatal in the latest Irish Village Mystery from USA Today best-selling author Carlene O’Connor.

Join Godfrid the Dane for murder and mayhem in medieval Dublin! Godfrid the Dane makes his first appearance in the Gareth & Gwen Medieval Mysteries in the first book, The Good Knight. He comes to Anglesey at the behest of the treacherous Prince Cadwaladr, but quickly realizes the deal he’s made is not quite what he thought, and Cadwaladr is not worthy of his allegiance. He takes it upon himself to learn the truth about what is going on in Wales and in the process encounters a young Welsh woman, Gwen, and her fiancé, Gareth, who comes to Ireland in search of her.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Business is the priority. Whiskey soothes his demons. Women come and go. It’s his club. His rules. He’s in control. But rules are made to be broken. Lana Craig wanders into his club like a defenceless lamb strays into the wolf's den. Innocent and completely unaware of his identity. That alone sets his intrigue alight. She commands his full attention the second their eyes lock. He has to have her. But when he tastes the forbidden, he's quickly tormented with the need for more.