I fell for my boss before I learned who his son was. I came to Ireland to find my roots. All I knew about my father was his name—and the Irish accent that once made my mother melt. The same accent that floors me when I meet my new boss. Declan Byrne. Dark hair, blue eyes, and a voice that could make sin sound holy. He’s thirty years older, powerful, untouchable—and I’m his new housekeeper. The mansion overlooking the Irish Sea is dressed for Christmas—garlands, lights, and the faintest trace of hope. I bake, decorate, and try not to fall for the man who watches me like I’m the only warmth left in his winter. But when his son is killed by a rival Irish mob, the season turns to sorrow. And then I see his son’s face on the funeral program—the man I spent one reckless night with before I left New York. Now snow falls outside, and I’m carrying a secret that could destroy us both. Because the man who just asked me to marry him doesn’t know— I might be carrying his grandchild. A dark age-gap romance where loyalty is survival, love is betrayal, and some secrets are worth dying for.