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Between Two Worlds is available now on Amazon KDP. The story of Rose and Tadhg begins on a rainy Dublin street — and the fire is just beginning.
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She built the weapon. He lit the fuse.
“Rose Namulondo is the heroine I’ve been waiting for.” — Reader in Atlanta
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A five-book interracial romantic suspense series set between the rain-slicked streets of Dublin and the red earth of Uganda. Love, conspiracy, corruption — and the stubborn, defiant hope that desire can reclaim what violence stole.
For readers who crave the atmospheric tension of Tana French and the emotional intelligence of Kennedy Ryan — with the added stakes of international conspiracy and a love story that refuses to be simple.
The Red Earth
Eighty hectares of coffee trees. Red earth that stains your skin if you walk on it after rain. A legacy of murdered parents, a stolen inheritance, and a conspiracy that stretches from equatorial hills to Dublin boardrooms.
Scent: red earth, coffee blossom, jasmine
The Irish Rain
A city of grey stone where moisture simply is. A Wicklow cottage with walls that glow amber in firelight. A Garda sergeant who reads Heaney on the sofa at midnight and thought he was made of stone until the night he saw Rose in the rain.
Scent: roasted malt, turf smoke, rain on stone
Book 1
Between Two Worlds
Start HereBook 2
The Mole
Book 3
Black Gold
Book 4
Bitter Harvest
Book 5
Election Day
Rose Namulondo is a Ugandan trauma nurse hiding in Dublin from an abusive ex who stole her inheritance and may have murdered her parents. She documents everything. She expects nothing from Ireland except survival.
Garda Sergeant Tadhg O’Shea is six foot four of working-class Dublin wrapped in a badge and a bad attitude. He thought he was made of stone — until the night he saw Rose in the rain and realised stone could crack.
When a routine traffic accident leads Tadhg to a money trail stretching from Dublin to Kampala, he uncovers a web of fraud, forgery, and a fire that killed Rose’s parents. At its centre: one of Dublin’s most powerful men. At stake: the woman Tadhg will break every rule to protect — and the evidence only she can deliver.
“The tension between Rose and Tadhg had me holding my breath — and the Kampala scenes felt like home.”— Reader in Kampala
This novel contains depictions of psychological abuse, racism, violence, and PTSD. It also contains explicit sexual content. The story balances darkness with hope, healing, and joy.
Music that lives between worlds. Hozier for the Irish rain. Eddy Kenzo for the red earth. Adele when Rose needs to cry. Damien Dempsey when Tadhg can’t sleep.
Curated on Spotify →Every setting has its scent signature. Dublin breathes malt, rain, and turf smoke. Kampala exhales red earth, coffee blossom, and jasmine. The cottage: lamb stew, beeswax candles, shea butter.
“Smell is the most powerful memory trigger.”Matoke and groundnut sauce beside lamb stew with Guinness. Two cuisines occupying the same air the way their owners occupy the same space: differently, companionably, with curiosity.
Recipes from the cottage kitchen →Four languages: English, Luganda, Swahili, and some Irish. Accents thicken at moments of intimacy. Mzungu travels from weapon to reclamation.
Glossary coming soonDublin’s Kevin Street station. The Shelbourne ballroom. The Brazen Head. Kampala’s Serena Hotel. The red soil roads outside Mukono. Every location is real.
Interactive map coming →“Beautiful things require daily care.” — Mary Namulondo. Samuel’s line. The series’ moral engine. Love isn’t the grand gesture. It’s showing up. Every day. In both worlds.
The epigraph that holds everythingBetween Two Worlds is available now on Amazon KDP. The story of Rose and Tadhg begins on a rainy Dublin street — and the fire is just beginning.
LaunchHow I built an authentic Kampala on the page — real geography, cultural texture, and the responsibility of writing a place you love.
Behind the ScenesThree months since that name flickered on Quinn’s screen. The mole is closer than anyone thinks. And in Kampala, a general sits reading Yeats.
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