Four Tierney brothers.
One ruthless Irish mafia empire.
No one leaves untouched.
No one falls in love unscathed.
And every story ends with blood on the floor… or a crown in hand.
Dark. Addictive. Violent. Irresistible Irish mafia romance.
She witnessed a murder.
He became her monster.
Alice Novachek never should’ve been at the Tierney family’s winter gala.
She never should’ve seen the killing.
And she definitely never should’ve locked eyes with the man who pulled the trigger.
Cormac Tierney doesn’t rescue people—he eliminates problems.
And Alice? She’s a witness with a past that doesn’t add up and eyes that remember too much.
A failed hit forces her into his custody.
A safehouse becomes a cage of silence, nightmares, and a man who watches her like he’s deciding if she’s worth killing… or keeping.
But when a masked attacker breaks in wearing a symbol Alice hasn’t seen since childhood, memories she buried long ago begin to claw to the surface—
a locked room, a scarred hand, a voice in the dark whispering,
You will forget me.
Someone in the Tierney family knows what happened to her.
Someone has been waiting for her to remember.
And when Alice finally speaks the words Cormac has feared all along, his world fractures.
“Tell me which brother it was.”
A ruthless prequel of violent devotion, twisted desire, and a cliffhanger sharp enough to draw blood.
Irish Devil is a dark romance. Please read the trigger warnings before reading.
About
Lauren Kennedy writes dark romance born from trauma, truth, and dangerous tenderness. Her heroes are morally black, her heroines carry quiet wars under their skin, and together they collide in stories where devotion becomes a weapon and love is the most destructive force in the room.
Expect mafia legacies, family secrets, violent protectiveness, and slow-burn tension that snaps like a tripwire. Every book is a study in what breaks us… and what’s worth surviving for.
Off the page, Lauren hoards espresso cups, unfinished playlists, and theories about why villains make the best love stories.
A monster took her past. Another wants her future.
I should have died the night I saw the devil.
Instead, I survived… and forgot.
Forgot the locked room.
Forgot the lullaby.
Forgot the scarred hand covering my mouth as a voice whispered,
“You will forget me.”
But memory has sharp edges. And mine are starting to cut through the dark.
Now I’m under the protection of Cormac Tierney—the eldest son of Ireland’s most violent mafia dynasty, the man who kills without hesitation, the monster who dragged me out of a gunman’s arms and won’t let me go.
He thinks I’m just a witness. A target. A problem to contain. He doesn’t know I’m the one thing his family can’t afford to remember.
When I tell him someone in his family once held me down and made me forget, something inside him cracks.
Cold.
Lethal.
Possessive.
“Tell me which brother it was, Alice. Tell me who I have to bury.”
But I don’t remember his face—not yet.
Only the terror.
Only the lullaby.
Only the hand.
And the sickest part?
The closer Cormac keeps me, the safer I feel.
Even when his rage scorches the air.
Even when his body cages mine.
Even when his protection feels like a claim.
There’s a traitor in the shadows of the Tierney empire. Someone who knows exactly what happened to me. Someone who isn’t finished.
I survived one devil as a child. I’m not sure I’ll survive the one sworn to protect me now.
But God help me… I think I want to.
