Novels by Nora Whitfield

Rain kept tapping the hotel windows long after midnight. Ireland’s rain, she thought, had its own way about it—slower, more patient than in London. Like it just wanted to hang around, unhurried.Selana hovered by the balcony doors, wrapped in her hotel blanket, eyes locked on the black coast, dark under heavy clouds. The town below had gone still hours ago. Only the ocean waves and a stray pair of headlights slipping through mist broke the quiet.She ought to be asleep. She was exhausted. But her head just wouldn’t let her. It was crowded up there—Ava, Marcus, Elara, the little girl with dark curls. And Keller. Especially Keller.No sense pretending anymore. Something between them had shifted—sometime between quiet laughter, those glances that lingered, and how right it felt just to be next to him.The problem? She needed that feeling. Needed him, honestly. Admitting it shook her more than she wanted.“Normal people sleep at this hour, you know?”Keller’s voice slipped into the hush b

Selana woke up and, honestly, it was strange—the panic just wasn’t there. Usually it barged in, but not today. She felt something peaceful and clear as the sunlight crept through the curtains. Outside, waves rolled along the Irish coast, steady and soft. No alarms, no sirens, nobody pounding on her door. Just quiet. Real quiet.She lay in bed, staring up, letting herself sink into the gentleness of it all. Her breathing was different—fuller, deeper. Like the place handed her a scrap of calm she’d forgotten how to hold onto.Keller was at the window, drinking coffee, watching the world. When he saw her awake, he turned, his voice low and gentle. “There she is.”Selana rubbed her eyes. “How long’ve you been up?”He shrugged. “Long enough to know Irish weather doesn’t keep promises.”She laughed, actually laughed, the kind that bubbles up without thinking. Keller heard it—and that smile hit his eyes.“You laugh more here,” he said, just above a whisper.She moved slow, sitting up. “Guess

reland’s air really was different. As Selena stepped off the plane and drew a deep breath, something inside just let go. Coming here—she knew. It made sense, even if things with Elara took a nosedive. No regrets.Rain and salt rode the wind, the fields rolled out, wild and green. Honestly, the place looked unreal—like something you’d imagine when everything goes sideways. Maybe too pretty for the kind of truth Selena was chasing.She tugged her coat tight while Keller handled the bags. Her son skipped along, totally wired despite the flight.“Mummy, everything’s green!” he shouted, eyes wide at the hills.Keller laughed. “That’s a good thing, kid.”“It’s too much green!”Selena cracked up. For a moment, that tightness in her chest faded. It didn’t stick around long.As soon as her son’s excited chatter faded into background noise, old worries crashed in—Ava, still unconscious in that hospital bed; Marcus falling apart; and the woman tangled up at the center of it all, living with the

The decision to go to Ireland looked like it wasn’t well thought about, but Selena couldn’t control it. She packed her boxes with impulse and speed, moving with urgency like her life depended on this move. But honestly, she knew she wasn’t being impulsive, this was very necessary. Then Elara Quinn entered the picture, and everything changed. Ever since the secret of the embryos had gone out, she had had a little longing to find the embargo that was used for the external test, and she really wondered who it was. Now, she finally had a name, a face, a child….her child. Selena couldn’t let it go. Especially after seeing Ava in the hospital.Her swollen face clearly from being beaten up, how cold her hands were and how much pain she imagined she was going through. It hurts her and that image was what was driving her to know more about the truth. She zipped up her suitcase, then stopped, stuck in her thoughts.Keller’s voice brought her back. “Are you ready?”She glanced up. He leaned

The hospital used to be Selena's favorite place, it was where she showed one of her greatest skills, where she got to do life with her husband and now ex, where she got to work with some of the smartest minds in the industry. But lately it has been from one issue to the other. A threatened miscarriage and now Ava struggling for her life and she blamed herself. If they had not tried to locate her, she wouldn't be in this state. If they hadn’t pressed her for more information, maybe she would have been enjoying her life now. But here she was. As they walked down the hospital hallway, Selena could not show off the guilt she felt. Keller stood close as usual and she was grateful for his steady presence. They appeared by the door of her room. Room 312.Selena wasn’t sure of what to expect once that door opened. Her hands shook as she held on to the door handle, not sure if she should go ahead or wait. “You don’t have to do this right now,” Keller said quietly. “I really want to know.

Dusk slid in, quiet and sneaky. The air shifted—you know that feeling before you notice? Selena and Keller leaned on the balcony, soaking up the last stretch of sunlight. Keller noticed her drifting, eyes locked on something far away.He nudged her. “You okay? You got quiet all of a sudden.”Her gaze stayed glued to the horizon. “Can’t stop thinking about Ava. And… something else. You remember the embryo we found? The external one? I keep wondering where it ended up, who has it. I can’t shake it.”Her phone rang, slicing through the silence. She answered immediately, like she’d been waiting.“Daniel?” Her voice tightened up.“I found her,” he said—straight to it.Selena’s heart skipped. “Where?”“Private hospital. Totally off the books. Took a ton of digging just to confirm she’s there.”She started pacing, words tumbling out. “How bad is she? What happened?”Daniel’s silence felt heavy. “She’s in critical condition.”Selena stopped dead. “Wait. Critical? What do you mean?”“She’s in