I am so bored. This book promises "old gods" and "forbidden romance with good banter" and I'm getting neither. There isn't enough about old pagan gods or whatever, and I don't care about the romance and I don't think their banter is cute. 

The cover and the title caught my attention, and the synopsis promised something that it didn't deliver on.

I don't feel like the author did a lot of research on Ireland before writing this book. Particularly with Ireland in the 1870s. Or 1870's New York for that matter. For supposedly being set in the Gilded Age, it was very lackluster.