Tides of Treachery (Beyond the Faerie Rath Book) by Hanna Park

 

Book Review: 5 Stars

I absolutely fell for Ruairi.

There, I've said it.

The poor man barely seemed to get a moment's peace throughout the entire book, and every time something awful happened, I found myself hoping things would finally start going his way. The more I learned about him, the more invested I became.

I enjoyed Macha too. She's strong without being over-the-top about it, and I liked that she questioned things instead of blindly accepting what she was told. Considering one of the first things she witnesses is a druid chopping off someone's head, I don't blame her for being suspicious of just about everyone.

The romance worked for me because it wasn't rushed. There was attraction, certainly, but there was also trust and friendship developing alongside it. By the end, I was completely invested in them as a couple.

I also loved how unapologetically Celtic this book is. The mythology isn't just sprinkled over the story as decoration. It's everywhere. Magic, prophecies, old gods, dark forces, strange creatures... I was completely immersed in it.

And can we talk about the House of Faces? Because that thing is going to live rent-free in my head for quite some time.

By the end, I was sitting there thinking, "Well, now what am I supposed to do with myself?" All I know is that if Hanna Park writes another book featuring these characters, I'll be first in line to read it.

About the book

The Blurb

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.

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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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