Power was never the danger. Want was.
On Samhain night, with treachery seated beside the throne and the dead stirring beneath the House of Faces, Macha felt him at her back—steady, lethal, far too close. She was meant to hold Ulaid together, not crave the man sworn to protect her. But desire turned every choice into something dangerous.
Ruairi had already crossed death once. Macha was far more dangerous.
Macha stood before him with fire in her eyes while Ulaid cracked apart around her, and every vow he’d sworn strained toward breaking. He was her blade, her shield, the last thing standing between her and the darkness rising through the court. He was never meant to want her like this.
The dead had always spoken to Breda. She never expected them to speak his name.
As the House of Faces began to fracture, the whispers pulled her toward truths long buried within Ulaid—and toward a shadowed man who felt more like a warning than salvation. The dead were no longer content to whisper.
Cian lived with the damage he helped create—and the woman he could not save.
Old magic bound him to grief, guilt, and a past that refused to stay buried. Love had failed them before. It might fail them again.
As Samhain descends, loyalties fracture, the dead grow restless, and Ulaid begins to unravel.
Book Rating:
📚📚📚📚📚⭐ = A book in a million
📚📚📚📚📚 = I could not put this book down. I Highly Recommend it.
📚📚📚📚 = A really great read.
📚📚📚 = It was enjoyable.
📚📚 = It was okay.
📚 = Um...! 😕
Review
Tides of Treachery
📚📚📚📚📚 = I could not put this book down. I Highly Recommend it.
There is something rather special about returning to an author's work when you already know you are in capable hands, and that was certainly the case for me with Tides of Treachery. Having enjoyed Hanna Park's previous novels, I settled into this story with high expectations, and I am pleased to say they were more than met.
What I particularly enjoyed was the way the author blends mythology and romance without either element overshadowing the other. The fantasy aspects are richly developed, with ancient prophecies, magical forces, and long-buried secrets driving the plot forward. Yet amidst all of that, there is a beautifully written romance that gives the story its emotional heart.
Macha and Ruairi quickly became characters I cared about. Their relationship develops at a believable pace, built on trust, loyalty, and shared experiences rather than instant attraction. I found myself looking forward to their scenes together just as much as the larger revelations unfolding around them.
The setting is equally memorable. Castle Rock, with its hidden mysteries and eerie House of Faces, creates an atmosphere that lingers long after the final page. It is the sort of setting that feels alive, filled with history and secrets waiting to be discovered.
As someone who enjoys fantasy with a strong romantic thread, this book was exactly the kind of read I was hoping for. It offers adventure, magic, danger, and romance in equal measure, all wrapped up in a story that kept me engaged from beginning to end.
Another wonderful read from Hanna Park, and one I would happily recommend to fans of fantasy romance and Celtic-inspired fiction.
Pick up your copy of Tides of Treachery HERE.
Hanna Park
I began my writing career in the pre-dawn of a winter morning while my husband snored like a train. We could call my husband the catalyst. If it weren’t for him, I would never have gone to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, feed the cat, and sit on the loveseat in front of the fire. It was there, in those moments of wondrous quiet, that I did something I had never thought possible. I opened my laptop, and while the coffee went cold, I wrote a story. My husband had no idea that these sojourns to the loveseat in front of the fire would become a daily occurrence, that writing would become an obsession, but the cat knew. She knows everything.
I write stories that make you laugh, make you cry, and make you love. Thank you, friends, for reading!
In the beginning, there was an empty page.
I am a writer who lives in Muskoka, Canada, with a husband who snores, a hungry cat, and an almost perfect canine––he’s an adorable little shit.
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