Twyla never believed in fate—until it came for her.
She met the gaze of a stranger through the portal—a live stream art installation connecting Central Park and Dublin. He’s tall and dresses like a 1920’s gentleman, and while she knows nothing more, his presence has become her escape from the city. Until the night he doesn’t show.
Twyla’s local date—the third with Jared—ends in disaster. Instinct forces her escape, but it’s futile when he catches up to her in the park. The evening ends in violence before the portal, and before the eyes of her fashionably late admirer. Tortured, he remains helpless from afar, a simmering vow of vengeance building in his soul.
After waking up in the hospital, Twyla finds her swoonworthy Irishman at her bedside. He’s as charming and accented as imagined, and claims to be her husband, Edric Neale. His presence is magnetic, and something about him feels achingly familiar, giving Twyla the confidence to leave her beloved city under his watchful protection, and accompany him home to Ireland.
As secrets surface on his Isle off the coast, she’s drawn-into a tale as old as time—a legend written in faith, devotion, betrayal, and blood.