Outcast. Betrayer. Chosen.

After five years being a Fianna, Aisling O’Malley still has to prove herself every day. The sins of the father weigh heavily on her shoulders, and no matter what she does, her fellow warriors regard her as the undeserving one. It doesn’t help that one of the four mythical treasures of Ireland has turned up under her nose, leaving her none the wiser. If by any chance the touted Spear of Lugh up for auction is indeed the legendary Spear of Victory, she needs to get her hands on it before anyone else does—and be spectacular enough about it to make the rest of the Fianna forget she almost missed the artifact in the first place.

Exile. Betrayer. Forgotten.

After spending twice as long undercover as he ever lived at home, Ronan no longer knows where he belongs to or where he’s actually exiled from. He can’t return to his people, not unless he collects the four artifacts of power the Tuatha Dé lost when they were forced to leave Ireland, and three millennia after the fact, he’s pretty sure they’re going to remain lost. Except one of those ancient treasures has landed in his lap—or could land in his lap, if he brings himself to work with the spunky young woman who wants to hire him to consult on the Spear’s authenticity.

Can two broken people learn to trust one another?

And even if they can, will it be too late to save Ireland… or themselves?

Ron C. Nieto, urban fantasy author extraordinaire, was born not that long ago in a bustling European city. There were no castles and definitely no princes whatsoever, and she can’t recall any fairy looming over her cradle, but she was awarded a gift of sorts: a wild imagination combined with a love for words. She always knew she was fated to be a writer: actually, she doesn’t recall ever striving to be anything else.

Well, past that amusing stage wherein she insisted on being Batman, that is.

While Ron still loves comics and superheroes, cheesecake is a better bribe these days if you’re trying to hurry up the release of her next book. Even virtual cheesecakes in her mailbox can do the trick, sometimes.