Grá mo chroí... and now this book owns mine.
What happens when an Australian woman, scarred by love and longing for peace, steps through a Sidhe pool into a realm of ancient power, prophecy, and primal desire? You get Call of the Sidhe, and you won’t be the same after reading it.
Brynn Clementine is one of the most relatable and resilient heroines I’ve read in a long time. She’s curvy, stubborn, deeply human, and unknowingly heir to a kingdom soaked in seasonal magic, dangerous secrets, and ancient bloodlines. The way she stumbles into her power felt raw and real, and watching her try to piece herself together in a world that doesn’t play fair? Unforgettable.
And then there’s Tate. Autumn Court Prince. Freckled, dimpled, tattooed, and utterly undone by Brynn from the moment he lays eyes on her. Their chemistry is a wildfire. Forbidden, slow-burn, wrapped in vines, literally and emotionally. He falls first, he falls hard, and gods, he suffers for it. The spice is there, but it’s the ache that lingers.
Sommer-Lee Deaves has crafted a Fae realm that feels lived-in, with a mythology that’s lush, gritty, and unapologetically Irish. The lore. The prophecy. The vine-wrapped tension. The humour (yes, even leprechauns and drop bears make a cameo). The way Brynn says, “Tatum f'ing O’Malley” like a battle cry? I felt that in my soul.
The final chapter ripped me open. I cried. I raged. And now I’m haunting the shadows waiting for Book 2.
Tropes you’ll devour:
* He falls first
* Forced proximity
* Forbidden love
* Found family
* "F it" moments that make your heart race
* Magic-meets-modern with teeth
If ACOTAR and Outlander had a spicy, politically-charged baby raised by Irish fae... this would be it. Absolutely a five-star read. I’d bind myself to the Autumn Court without hesitation...if we could kick Tate's brother off into another realm.