Her Irish Treasures

A gargoyle, a leprechaun, and a motorcycle gang walk into a bar....Scratch that. A human woman (me) accidentally walks into a Faerie bar run by a leprechaun who keeps a cursed gargoyle on a shelf. Somehow, that gargoyle goes home with me, and I start dreaming of a man. Doran. He's trapped in stone and darkness, and only I can free him. He says I'm the treasurekeeper, and I need to find his friends, the other treasures, so we can break his curse. He haunts me night and day, driving me to hurry. I can't sleep. I can't think. I have to find them. I have to free him.

Four hot Irishmen sitting in a leprechaun's bar . . . all staring at me like I'm his pot of gold. Oh yeah, I'm one lucky woman. But everything isn't rainbows and lucky charms with my four Irish treasures. Warwick may have helped me break the curse trapping Doran as the stone gargoyle, but the guys don't trust the leprechaun. At all. Worse, demons are pouring into our world unchecked despite the four treasures being reunited. I am their treasure keeper, the conduit that allows their magic to flow, but there are disturbing holes in my memory. Someone doesn't want me to remember . . .