
The name Dunmore means Great Dark Fort in Gaelic — something built to endure. To hold. To protect what's inside by any means necessary.
That's the thesis of every Lana Dunmore book.
Scotland isn't pretty in a postcard way here. It's mist off the coast, cities with secrets, and villages where everyone knows your business but says nothing. It suits these stories perfectly.
Her heroines don't get rescued. They get chosen — by men who are just as broken, and twice as dangerous.
She saw something she was never supposed to see. Now she's theirs to protect — whether she likes it or not.
Niamh Greer has spent two years working the floor of The Gilded Table — the Syndicate's underground casino — telling herself it's just a job. It pays well. She doesn't ask questions. She keeps her head down.
Then she watches a man plant a listening device under a gaming table. He sees her see it. And just like that, her head-down days are over.
Twenty-four hours later, she's in a Syndicate safe house with three men she's never spoken to and a secret that could get everyone in the room killed. Declan Boyle doesn't talk much, but he cooks and he watches over her like something precious. Ross Alloway has a mouth on him and eyes that miss nothing. Cillian Begg is all cold precision — and the most unsettling one to be alone with.
They're not her men. They're not her protectors. They just can't afford to let her go.
Not yet. Maybe not ever.
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