Book I of the Anam Ceíle Chronicles
Ireland, 1702. Aislinn, is a tenacious redheaded lass who has NO intention of settling into the dutiful roles of matrimony demanded of her by her father.
Falling for some charming lad was never part of her plans. Only now, Aislinn cannot seem to shake her obsession with him. And though she never looks back after he comes into her life, things seem to do anything but fall beautifully into place.
The vision of Donovan was not the only vision that Aislinn had ever experienced. She had always felt out of the ordinary somehow. She just didn’t know why— yet.
Her father accuses her of being a changeling of the sidhe, the dreaded faerie folk of Ireland that delight in causing mischief for decent folk like him.
Perhaps she is.
Fact is, for most of her life, Aislinn has been tormented by strange visions. And now, every one of them is about to manifest themselves to her.
Just when all Aislinn believes she wanted is right within her grasp, she awakes in a strange bed in a castle surrounded by Vampires and the commanding presence of a striking man with an otherworldly attraction.
She has no idea of his intentions, but from the shivers surging down her spine she is certain she’s about to find out.
Everything is about to change . . .
She finds herself heaved into a world of secrets, violence and lust so powerful— it will either consume her or destroy her.